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

Chapter 12 His Methods

Watching the expression on Liu Ruyue's face gradually solidify like dried ink, Yin Quan suddenly found it amusing.

It turns out that even shameless and unscrupulous people can look so terrified...

The scene of catching the adulterous couple in her past life is still vivid in her mind.

Han Zhenye back then, Liu Ruyue now.

She dismissed the anger of that time and the resentment of today with a nonchalant smile.

She was the city's most renowned top lawyer, yet also the city's most unsuccessful woman.

After staring at Liu Ruyue's eyes, which held a mixture of resentment and shock, for three seconds, Yin Quan chuckled and turned to walk away.

Xiahou Ying looked at her retreating figure, pursed his lips, but did not follow her out.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at Yin Zhengting, who was still kneeling on the ground. His thin lips parted slightly: "General Yin, considering that you are a veteran of two dynasties, I can let this matter go." His voice was slightly low, but it always carried an indifference as if it were none of his business.

Hearing this, the huge weight that had been hanging over Yin Zhengting's heart finally eased a little. But just as he breathed a sigh of relief, Xiahou Ying spoke again: "His Majesty is a man who cherishes the past, so I will not pursue the matter against you, but punishment is still necessary..."

As he spoke, his eyes flashed like cold lightning. A sinister aura surrounding him rose from the ground, pressing down on the old man like Mount Tai. Though formless and intangible, it was enough to crush him mercilessly.

Suddenly, before he could finish speaking, Wei Jun shot towards the green-clad woman lying prostrate on the ground like an arrow. With a muffled "plop," a spurt of warm blood gushed out, splattering all over Liu Ruyue's face and body, making her already pale complexion even more unsightly.

The metallic smell of blood instantly filled the entire hall. The woman in green collapsed to the ground with her eyes wide open, filled with confusion and bewilderment.

“General Yin, you have followed the late emperor for many years and have made great achievements in battle. I am willing to believe that with your character, you would never do such a despicable thing…” Xiahou Ying raised his eyebrows imperceptibly, his clear gaze intentionally or unintentionally sweeping over Liu Ruyue’s bowed figure, as if implying something, or perhaps just an unintentional act.

The more Yin Zhengting listened to those emotionless, bland words, the more numb his scalp became.

The implication of Prince Duan's words was crystal clear: he was not foolish...

"Liu Ruyue, as the wife of a general, you are lawless and unchaste, causing trouble in my general's mansion without any remorse. Our marriage is over, and I hereby divorce you! I hope you will behave yourself from now on!"

Gritting his teeth, Yin Zhengting glared at Liu Ruyue, his words resounding and forceful.

"You!..." With her beautiful eyes wide open, Liu Ruyue only managed to shout out the word "you" before Wei Jun's blood-stained narrow sword pierced her throat.

Sitting there blankly, Yin Zhengting stared at Liu Ruyue, who was convulsing, her lips turning slightly purple.

This is Prince Duan's method...

Sitting on the steps outside the General's Mansion, Yin Quan buried her head in her arms, her body trembling slightly.

Watching her lonely figure, Xiahou Ying's thin, crimson lips twitched slightly, but he remained silent.

He kept a step's distance from her; he didn't step forward, and she didn't turn around.

Suddenly, her body trembled more and more violently, and she kept making sounds that seemed like sobbing. He frowned and was about to lift his leg when Yin Quan suddenly threw her head back and laughed.

His eyes suddenly turned cold, and Xiahou Ying slowly withdrew his long leg, which had already taken half a step.

This woman is truly a poisonous weed; her behavior should never be understood with normal thinking.

"You actually knew all along that they planned to find any woman to impersonate me and marry you?" Turning her head, Yin Quan looked at Xiahou Ying with a direct and clear gaze.

Without answering her, Xiahou Ying walked past her expressionlessly, only to be suddenly grabbed by the hem of her clothes.

"Can you let me go?"

"Do you wish for me to set you free?" Turning his gaze, Xiahou Ying's magnificent, godlike eyes shone down from above, yet they were icy cold, like winter snowflakes, like fireworks that had burned out, burning one's eyes.

“Yin Zhengting has committed the crime of deceiving the emperor, which is a crime that extends to nine generations of his family. Although you are born out of wedlock, you are still of the Yin family bloodline. According to the law, you should go to the executioner’s block with him.”

Yin Quan felt like vomiting blood.

"Unless..." Xiahou Ying glanced at her deeply resentful expression without leaving a trace, and moved his lips, drawing out the words.

"You shall marry me."

"Xiahou Ying, you did this on purpose!" Yin Quan frowned, his brow furrowed so deeply it could trap a fly.

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Ying did not speak immediately. Instead, he lowered his gaze and carefully examined her for a while before continuing, "You can let go of your filthy hands now."

Yin Quan was filled with anger.

Her hands were dirty!

A surge of anger welled up inside her, and she was instantly filled with rage. She grabbed his snow-white shirt and yanked it down hard, but unexpectedly, she was suddenly lifted up by the back of her neck like a cat and thrown far away.

Rubbing his bottom as he got up from the ground, Yin Quan glared at Xiahou Ying with a grimace, but the latter simply shook his robes nonchalantly, then bent down and stepped into the snow-white sedan chair.

"Xiahou Ying! You son of a bitch!" Yin Quan yelled and tried to rush into the sedan chair, but she was bound by several white ribbons that flew out from inside the sedan chair, suspending her body in the middle of the two wooden bars, facing the snow-white sedan chair curtain.

One plan failed, so she devised another. Undeterred, she lifted her leg, pointed her toes, and tried to lift the curtain. But the sedan bearers started moving at that moment, and she lost her balance and swayed forward, her face hitting the thin, soft, snow-white fabric.

Yin Quan was in tears...

After being carried through a main road and two narrow alleys in this extremely strange posture, she had come to terms with it.

Suddenly, at that moment, the sedan chair stopped abruptly. Yin Quan felt her body sway, and her waist was suddenly pulled hard by something, pulling her straight into the sedan chair. When she realized what was happening, Xiahou Ying had already pressed her head down, and she was lying on his lap in an extremely strange position.

At the same time, a series of ear-piercing clangs of cold weapons clashing suddenly erupted outside the sedan chair, indicating that there seemed to be quite a few people approaching. Pressed onto Xiahou Ying's lap, Yin Quan couldn't see what was happening outside, but her heart skipped a beat.

Assassination?!

Who would dare to assassinate a prince in the capital?!

They're either incredibly audacious or utterly brain-dead...

"What's going on? Someone wants to kill you?! You don't seem to have many guards with you, what if..." She moved her neck, trying to look up.

"Quiet, don't move." Xiahou Ying interrupted her succinctly, slightly increasing the pressure on his palm.

With that force, her entire face slammed against his thigh, causing her nose to hurt.

With a muffled groan, Yin Quan felt a pain that made her want to cry.

Her hands gripped his muscular thighs stiffly, and the sounds of fighting grew increasingly intense in her ears. Suddenly, she was no longer so tense and afraid of death; instead, she felt that the current situation seemed somewhat incongruous.

Although it's a little different from "lying drunk on a beauty's lap," the current posture is not far off.

Although she was awake...

Although she was tied up...

Although the beauty is very aloof...

Despite the layers of fabric separating them, the impact had allowed her to personally experience his strong, firm, and incredibly elastic quadriceps. The more she thought about it, the more delighted she became, rubbing and nuzzling against Xiahou Meiren's thighs, completely satisfied.

It would be a waste if you don’t take advantage of it!

Even with the robes obstructing his view, Xiahou Ying was still able to accurately perceive the subtle changes occurring within his body.

Her rubbing against his thighs incessantly sent a ticklish sensation through the smooth fabric, an itch that went straight to his heart and bones, as if a million tentacles were scratching every nerve in his body, rushing upwards to his head and downwards to his internal organs.

Suddenly, at that moment, amidst the chaotic clashing of cold weapons, Xiahou Ying heard a sound that was extremely out of place: the sound of someone sucking on saliva.

His face darkened, and he was about to brush the person off his lap when a sharp sound suddenly pierced the air.

His eyes flashed like lightning. With a flick of his wrist, he threw Yin Quan away. Then, he shifted his body and with a muffled "hum," a hexagonal steel dart that shimmered with a dark purple light was embedded in the side of his neck, severing a lock of his glossy black hair.