Starting from a Magical Girl, Dominating Eternity

He’s had enough of the fishermen too.

He stood by waiting for the prince to speak, while the prince held his fishing rod, waiting for him to speak.

The two of them stood off like this for half an hour.

"Why aren’t you talking?"

Finally, the prince couldn’t hold it in anymore and asked.

"I thought you’d catch a fish before you said anything."

Jiang Si replied casually.

He understood the mindset of the fishermen too well.

If they haven’t caught a fish yet, they must be holding a bellyful of anger.

This girl is also quite proud, most likely her competitive nature kicked in, planning to catch a fish before talking about serious matters.

Otherwise, her mind wouldn’t be clear.

Speaking up at this time would most likely lead to irrational outbursts of anger.

In terms of both efficiency and friendly conversation, waiting for the other person to catch a fish before talking is the smartest choice.

This was Jiang Si’s super brain instantly judging when he saw that her bucket was empty.

Whether it’s reaction speed or sharpness of mind, both are impeccable!

"I wasn’t thinking that, I was waiting for you to speak first."

Stubborn mouth, still being stubborn.

It’s like this when you can’t afford to lose, even if you’re feeling wronged inside, you can’t lose in words.

Jiang Si didn’t plan to confront the other person, after all, he was here to collaborate.

"Waiting for me to say what?"

Jiang Si then took the initiative to start the conversation, "You called me over, how should I know what you want to talk about?"

"You must know."

"I don’t know."

"Think about it carefully."

Jiang Si thought the prince might have gone mad from not catching any fish.

The mental state of fishermen has always been pathetic, and he began to consider leaving and talking another time.

There’s no good result in negotiating with a madman, and he didn’t want to tear apart their relationship at this time.

"Can’t think of anything, if you don’t want to talk then I’ll leave first."

The prince slapped down his fishing rod with a heavy "snap", "If you dare to leave, then we won’t have anything to do with each other anymore!"

That won’t work.

Jiang Si stopped in his tracks.

The marriage contract hasn’t been signed yet.

Jumping through progress like this in web novels is like skipping life if you skip the withdrawal of marriage.

Can the progress bar be pulled back a bit...

"Why are you mingling with the Cyan Cloud Sect?"

After waiting for a while, seeing Jiang Si looking completely clueless, the prince finally couldn’t help but speak.

"You’re my partner, my fiancé! And you’re a member of the Witch Association, how can you get so close to the Cyan Cloud Sect and even let that fox spirit Zi Yuan stand above you."

"Oh." Jiang Si replied indifferently, "We have always had a good relationship."

The prince’s beautiful pupils shrank slightly, and he stepped back two steps, "Aren’t you supposed to be rivals?"

"That’s correct, what’s the problem?"

It can only be said that the prince’s understanding of rivalries is too simplistic.

The concept of rivals is more nuanced.

Both enemies and friends, rivals are always the protagonist’s sharpening stone in web novels, fighting when needed, joining forces when necessary, that’s what rivals are!

"When we were in Beihai, I couldn’t do anything to them, and they couldn’t to me, so occasionally there would be some interaction. It’s a case of both enemy and friend."

"So when facing trouble, joining forces is normal, especially since before we determine win and loss, eliminating other enemies takes priority."

We must know that the first to make the name of my Holy Hall renowned across Great Thousand Worlds was the top macho man Wang Meng Grandmaster, who had a lifelong rival from the small world to Great Thousand Worlds.

That rival was even crucial at the moment of Grandmaster’s ascent to the Great Thousand World, blocking the strongest Demon God trying to annihilate Holy Hall and initiating the final battle early!

This is the Holy Hall’s inherited method, the prince should study and understand it more, in the future he might join the Holy Hall People.

The prince lapsed into silence, after a while he said, "Am I also an object to be eliminated?"

"You’re my partner."

"No, you’re being too improper." The prince thought for a long time and said in a low voice, "You are my fiancé, the prince of the Mirror Country, how can you be so close to girls who are considered enemies, what will others think of me? I, and the Mirror Country cannot accept this, you must stay away from those suspicious girls in the future!"

So Si Motu showed a troubled expression.

The prince’s pride wouldn’t let him speak weakly, but he couldn’t help feeling a bit distressed, "Aren’t I enough for you?"

"This has nothing to do with it, it’s just normal temporary cooperation."

"But at the time it didn’t look like normal temporary cooperation, you were too compliant..."

She thought about it and decided not to say too much to hurt Si Motu’s pride, "You were too compliant."

"It was all just acting."

The prince gently stroked his chest, maintaining his dignity and arrogance as a royal prince, "If you continue to cooperate like that with the Cyan Cloud Sect, our marriage contract really won’t be able to continue, for Mirror Country, for the Royal Family..."

Si Motu casually took out a document from his pocket.

"After all, from the beginning, our marriage contract has only been verbally agreed upon."

The prince’s previous words were now reiterated by Si Motu, "So, we need a formal contract to make it official, this is what I got from the Civil Affairs Bureau, it’s supposed to be a betrothal contract?"

The prince glanced at the words on the contract, then looked up at the masked young man, "You must separate from the Cyan Cloud Sect."

"Are you signing or not?"

"You are only supposed to be my partner in the Mirror Country, you are my prince fiancé... "

"So, are you signing or not?"

The prince took a deep breath, maintaining his dignity, "As long as you vow to have no dealings with the Cyan Cloud Sect..."

"If you’re not signing, then forget about it."

Just as Jiang Si was about to throw away the betrothal contract.

The prince grabbed his hand.

Turning away, pouting, speaking in a muffled tone.

"I’ll sign."