"Rest assured, I assure you that you will not be wronged in this matter!"
The Prince spoke indifferently, purely businesslike.
The woman in red smiled charmingly, "Prince, it seems like I'm the one who's at a disadvantage here, doesn't it? If I agree to you, how will I ever marry again? Who would dare to marry me?"
"You don't need to worry about that! I will handle it properly for you!" The Prince's tone remained cold, as if discussing something trivial.
The woman in red absentmindedly fiddled with her fingernails, her bright red nails particularly eye-catching, "Prince, what if I refuse?"
"Then it's not up to you!" The Prince's voice deepened as he suddenly grabbed the woman's wrist. The woman in red felt the pain, initially angry, but then laughed instead, "Prince, do you intend to use force against a little woman like me?"
