The Princess Cannot Escape: The Cunning Prince Is Not to Be Messed With

Chapter 10 The smell of cooking oil is too strong

Glancing at Yin Quan's tearful expression, Xiahou Ying raised an eyebrow and continued, "Am I wrong?"

"No, no, no, you're right! Absolutely right! I'm a show-off too!"

As she spoke, she nodded frantically, feeling incredibly frustrated!

Seeing her face contorted into a grimace, Xiahou Meiren pursed her lips, ignoring her expression that was more like crying, and continued, "Today, come with me to meet some distinguished guests."

"Go yourself if you want to, I don't want to go!" Yin Quan turned her neck away and refused forcefully.

"You've performed well, so I might consider letting you go out for walks periodically." Xiahou Ying stroked his chin and raised an eyebrow.

"Tell me, where are we going? When are we going? Now?" Yin Quan fawned over him, rubbing his hands together and smiling broadly, his eyes hidden behind his teeth.

"Stay away from me, you smell too strongly of cooking oil, it's suffocating." Xiahou Meiren covered her nose in disgust.

"..." She endured it!

Get the hell out of here, Xiahou Ying! Can't you live without being dramatic?!

Seeing her resentful expression as she desperately bit her lip, Xiahou Ying turned around, her crimson lips slightly parted in a barely perceptible slit.

Before the grand vermilion and gold-inlaid gate of the Prince Duan's mansion, Yin Quan let out a soft exclamation: "Why is there only one sedan chair?" She looked at him, puzzled.

“Because only I am seated.” He shrugged.

"what about me?"

"walk."

Xiahou Ying!

She knew he must have some ulterior motive for agreeing to let her out!

This is the conspiracy!

Walking on the wide avenue that could accommodate four carriages side by side, Yin Quan, disguised, fiercely tore the straw in her hand in two.

The snow-white sedan chair gleamed with a faint silver-blue hue in the sunlight. Through the semi-transparent pearl-white window curtains, she could see Xiahou Ying's smooth, elegant profile, aloof and cold, like a noble deity untouched by worldly affairs.

The more Yin Quan looked at that stunningly beautiful face that had no flaws from any angle, the more resentful she became.

With a "snap," the straw in her hand was torn in two again. She frowned, annoyed, and casually threw it away.

A large crowd had gathered on both sides of the avenue, mostly residents of Zhaoyang City who were there to watch the spectacle.

Despite the fact that Prince Duan, Xiahou Ying, lost seven wives, this did not prevent him from becoming the most talked-about figure in the entire capital.

Along the way, there were quite a few girls surrounding him, but none of them could get within two zhang of the sedan chair.

"who is she?"

"Why is she the only one allowed to walk alongside the sedan chair?"

"The sun is so bright, and your face is still covered by a veil, acting all mysterious. Are you ashamed to be seen by anyone?!"

Hearing the girls' envious and jealous complaints, Yin Quan pouted.

She's the one who least wants to be next to the sedan chair!

What's so good about that Xiahou the Plague God?! He's expressionless, a clean freak, and has a sharp tongue! He has no compassion, no love, and he's a sadist!

Are all these women blind?!

She glanced furiously into the snow-white sedan chair again, grinding her teeth in anger.

After turning off the main road, we entered a relatively quiet narrow road, which was much quieter than the main road we had just crossed.

As she walked and looked around at the scenery, Yin Quan suddenly felt a little confused. This scene seemed somewhat familiar.

She's only been here a short time, and has only stayed in two places...

Thinking of this, she saw the vermilion gate in the distance that was neither familiar nor unfamiliar, and she was immediately shocked: the General's Mansion!

At this very moment, in the Willow Garden of the General's Mansion, Liu Ruyue, dressed in a bright green dress, was standing by the lake, twisting a light green silk handkerchief. Her beautiful eyes were deeply shadowed, her face was pale and haggard, and she even exuded a hint of ruthlessness.

The assassins she sent out to search for Yin Quan a few days ago all died, and their deaths were gruesome. This alone sent chills down her spine.

Before they could find the person, the men they sent were assassinated...

This matter is truly puzzling.

Just as he was pondering this, a familiar voice suddenly rang out behind him.

Outside the general's vermilion gate, Yin Quan was still in shock.

That bastard Xiahou Ying is taking her to the General's Mansion?!

In her shock and anger, she suddenly remembered that she had disguised herself.

Thinking this way, Yin Quan calmed down a little, but she was still puzzled.

She turned her gaze toward the semi-transparent window screen, where Xiahou Ying's expression remained indifferent and cold, completely devoid of any emotion.

She pursed her lips and looked away, her gaze fixed on the gleaming gold plaque in the sunlight, her lips pressed even tighter.

After disguising her, he took her to the general's mansion. What exactly was he planning...?

As she was deep in thought, she saw a figure that was all too familiar—General Yin.

The person who could make Yin Zhengting set aside his noble status as a general to personally come out and greet him must be a VIP among VIPs.

Xiahou Ying was that distinguished guest.

From the moment he saw that snow-white sedan chair, Yin Zhengting's heart rate never returned to normal.

Although he had fought on the battlefield for many years, he had to admit that his concubine, Liu Ruyue, was a truly audacious woman.

Even Prince Duan dared to deceive him; if he were to discover this, it would be a heinous crime that would bring ruin to nine generations of his family!

In fact, no one had ever seen Prince Duan, Xiahou Ying, take any decisive action. People's understanding of him was limited to trivial matters such as the death of seven wives.

He quickly walked over to greet him. Yin Zhengting, as expected of a veteran of two dynasties, remained calm and composed on the surface despite the mixed feelings in his heart.

Leaning out of the snow-white sedan chair, Xiahou Ying, clad in a snow-white robe, descended before Yin Zhengting like a god. The moment he appeared, the air seemed to be suddenly sucked out, and the pressure suddenly became heavy. Not to mention the guards standing outside the general's mansion, even Yin Zhengting, who had spent most of his life fighting in blood and fire, could not help but feel a sense of pressure.

My palms were soaked with sweat, becoming sticky and damp.

Whether it was because he had a guilty conscience or for some other reason, in any case, when facing the tall and upright Prince Duan, he always subconsciously tried to avoid eye contact with him.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Xiahou Ying was invited into the mansion. In the spacious front hall of the outer courtyard of the general's mansion, Liu Ruyue, dressed in her finest attire, was already waiting there with a young woman who looked delicate and frail.

Yin Quan, who was following behind Xiahou Ying, kept her brows furrowed.

They disguised her and brought her to this general's mansion, which she had barely escaped from, just to tease her?!

Just then, Liu Ruyue gracefully approached, swaying her slender waist: "This humble woman greets Prince Duan, wishing Your Highness a long and healthy life."

So dishonest!

Passing by Xiahou Ying and looking ahead at the elegantly dressed Liu Ruyue, Yin Quan inwardly sneered.

Could you pull your neckline down any lower?

With your lips stained so red, did you drink rat blood?

She smells so strongly of perfume! Doesn't she worry about giving herself bronchitis?

With so much gold and silver jewelry on her head, isn't she afraid of hurting her neck?

"Madam, there's no need for such formalities. I've come today only to familiarize Miss with me, so that there won't be any awkwardness during our wedding." With a slight smile, Xiahou Ying bowed respectfully, seemingly oblivious to the heavy perfume emanating from her. His smile was as gentle as a god's.

Seeing Xiahou Ying's gentle and warm expression, Yin Quan was immediately furious.

Why is he so gentle to this shameless old woman, yet so cold and ruthless to me like he would to his father's killer?

Is this his preference? Or does he have a mother complex? Or both?

Damn, that's really heavy stuff!

Thinking of this, Yin Quan shuddered violently.

Gazing at Xiahou Ying's gentle yet somewhat holy face, Liu Ruyue was momentarily lost in thought.

"My lady, is there something on my face?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Ruyue seemed to wake from a dream, chuckled a few times, and then pulled over the delicate woman behind her who had never raised her head.

"Quan'er, come and greet the Prince."

Upon hearing Liu Ruyue's voice, Yin Quan was immediately taken aback.

Quan'er? She's already disguised! How could you tell?!

Just as she was feeling somewhat surprised, a soft, sweet voice floated in her ear. Looking in the direction of the voice, her eyes widened immediately.