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

Chapter 13 Massacre

Lying face down, Yin Quan could clearly feel her two 34D breasts pressing against Xiahou Ying's spotless white silk boots, almost shrinking from a D to an A.

Outside the sedan chair, the fighting continued.

Ignoring the possibility of her D-wave rebounding, Yin Quan frowned, her doubts growing rapidly.

Hearing the clanging of metal against metal, she felt a sense of unease.

She strained to look up at Xiahou Ying, who remained calm and expressionless. She pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Who exactly are those people outside? They even dare to make a move on you?"

Xiahou Ying remained silent, as if he hadn't heard her at all.

"A political enemy? Or the Crown Prince or some other prince?" Yin Quan pursed her lips and tilted her head to continue guessing.

Xiahou Ying remained silent, his eyes flickering.

Seeing that he still didn't react, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she started to wriggle and twist as if she was trying to get up.

Her two 34D breasts rubbed and rubbed against his snow-white shoes. Whether it was because she used too much force or for some other reason, Xiahou Ying's expression stiffened slightly.

Even though his silk boots, which never got dirty, were incredibly valuable, they couldn't withstand her shameless and unscrupulous torment.

The soft and elastic touch exploded in his mind like ignited gunpowder, casting a faint red glow on the small section of his exposed white neck with a dazzling and enchanting warm orange light.

He suddenly reached out and pulled her up. Xiahou Ying stared at her, and she stared back at him. Before he could say anything, she blinked and grinned, "Did I guess right?"

"..."

Xiahou Ying remained silent, released his grip, and his slightly turbulent emotions cooled instantly.

Suddenly, at that moment, several sharp whistling sounds came from all directions outside the sedan chair. Yin Quan's scalp tightened, and she immediately lay down, only to see Xiahou Ying still sitting calmly in the same spot, without the slightest reaction.

"Xiahou Ying! Are you out of your mind?" Yin Quan shouted in alarm, glaring at him. Just then, the sedan curtain was lifted from the outside, revealing Wei Jun.

"How many people came in total?" Xiahou Ying asked casually, looking ahead.

"Reporting to Master, there were thirty-eight people in total. All of them were eliminated, and no prisoners were taken."

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Ying raised an eyebrow and then ordered, "Take one corpse away, and clean up the rest."

His nonchalant tone sounded to Yin Quan as casually as ordering takeout when eating out – it was so commonplace it sent chills down her spine.

She glared at him, then involuntarily moved a little further away.

She could almost picture him pointing at his own corpse and saying he looked like he'd been cleaned up with facial paralysis.

A chill ran down her spine, and Yin Quan scooted closer to the outside.

As she touched the ground, she saw the corpses lying all over the place and froze on the spot.

The ground was littered with severed arms and legs; there wasn't a single intact corpse left! "Extremely horrific" was an understatement to describe the horrific sight of corpses strewn everywhere; she couldn't even find the words to describe the scene smeared with blood and entrails.

Turning her gaze away from the white-clad guards who were beginning to clean up the scene, Yin Quan pursed her lips. It felt as if a block of ice had slid into her stomach, chilling her to the bone.

Although the ground was mostly soaked with the blood and flesh of the black-clad corpses, the clothes of the four white-clad guards remained as white as ever, without even a tiny drop of blood.

What I saw before me was clearly a cold-blooded and ruthless massacre.

Thinking of this, Yin Quan frowned slightly and almost subconsciously glanced at Xiahou Ying inside the sedan chair.

Xiahou Ying, what exactly made you who you are today...?

As she was deep in thought, she suddenly felt a numbness on the back of her neck. When she came to her senses, a snow-white light shot out from in front of her. With a sharp tearing sound, blood, flesh and rags flew everywhere the snow-white light passed through, and the figure that looked like a holy light slowly landed in front of her.

"Xiahou Ying...?" Yin Quan murmured, then felt a darkness before her eyes, followed by her body going limp and losing consciousness.

With a long arm sweeping out, he pulled the soft body into his embrace. Xiahou Ying frowned slightly, his dark and cold eyes fixed on the unconscious face that was slightly purplish. A feeling of suffocation immediately arose in his chest.

At the Prince Duan's residence, Yin Quan, who was poisoned, remained unconscious.

"Feed me with your mouth..."

A faint buzzing sound drifted to his ears, and Xiahou Ying's slender fingers holding the porcelain spoon paused slightly.

His brow furrowed slightly as he lowered his gaze to her face, which seemed to be in a deep sleep, and his thin lips pursed.

Is she still this indecent even in her sleep...?

Thinking to himself, Xiahou Ying stood up and handed the porcelain bowl back to Long Jue, then turned his gaze back to Yin Quan.

Although he promptly bled her and gave her medicine that day, he still couldn't stop the poison from taking effect.

She has been in a coma for two whole days and shows no signs of waking up. In fact, her sleep talking problem has gotten worse.

With a slight frown, Xiahou Ying scrutinized Yin Quan, who suddenly rolled over and moved closer to him, chuckling softly, "Xiahou Ying..."

He raised an eyebrow, looked at her, and his thin lips moved slightly.

Does he appear in her dreams too...?

Staring at her expressionlessly, his internal organs felt as if they were wrapped in countless bristles, a little itchy and prickly, yet carrying a vibrant throbbing, causing a barely perceptible heat to rise within him, flowing from the depths of his brain all the way to his limbs.

Raising his arm and patting his chest, Xiahou Ying lowered his gaze, trying to calm the strange sensation rising and churning within him. Meanwhile, Yin Quan, fast asleep, smiled smugly: "...Yes, kneel like that...and sing 'Conquer'..."

His expression suddenly froze, and a layer of cold, icy frost instantly appeared in Xiahou Ying's dark eyes.

He reached out and gently tapped her shoulder, but with surprising force, he pushed her over, sending her crashing against the wall through the curtains with a loud thud.

Hearing the muffled groan coming from her nose, Xiahou Ying's expression softened slightly.

He walked out of the room with his hands behind his back, and Wei Jun came to greet him.

"master……"

"It's alright. After midnight tonight, the toxins in her body will be completely eliminated." Xiahou Ying said casually, seemingly oblivious to the worry on Wei Jun's face.

After hearing this, Wei Jun, who had been slightly opening his lips as if he wanted to say something, finally shut his mouth.

Having followed Xiahou Ying for many years, how could he not know the fierce and domineering nature of the most potent poison, "Wuya"?

"Is there anything unusual about Vice Minister of War Yu Haichang?"

Just as he was lost in thought, Xiahou Ying's indifferent voice drifted over. Wei Jun nodded and replied, "Reporting to Your Majesty, someone from the Yu residence just came and said they wanted to give you this letter."

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Ying took the envelope from Wei Jun's hand, pulled it out, and found only a blank sheet of paper.

With a slight twitch of his brows, he suddenly walked towards Yin Quan's room, the closest one, and held a piece of white paper up to the candlelight. After a moment, several large, light yellowish-brown characters appeared on the snow-white paper: Imperial Preceptor Gu Lounan.

After reading it, Xiahou Ying flipped his fingers, held the white paper between his thumb and forefinger, and burned it to ashes in the candlelight.

"Have you found any trace of Lu Xun, the King of the North?" Xiahou Ying suddenly changed the subject, gazing at the flickering orange-red candlelight.

“My friends in the martial arts world have seen this person in several provinces, including Tianjin, Shandong, and Fujian. He is very elusive and almost never stays in one place for more than two days.”

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Ying did not speak further.

Lu Xun's actions were exactly what he had anticipated. He was almost certain that the Northern King's ultimate goal was Yu Haichang, the Vice Minister of War in Zhaoyang, Central Plains.

"You stay here." After a long while, Xiahou Ying finally spoke slowly, and then he left with his hands behind his back.

Around midnight, Yin Quan, who had remained unconscious, gradually regained consciousness while vomiting blood.

"Xia...Xiahou...I...vomit..."

Clutching the collar of the person in front of her, she mumbled incoherently, sweat condensing and gathering on her face. She couldn't open her eyes, and in a daze, she only noticed a light whiter than snow in her vision, but when she tried to call out that person's name, she vomited it out violently.

Her snow-white clothes were stained with a strange pattern of thick, black blood. Xiahou Ying frowned, trying to push her away, but she held on tightly.

"No...don't leave me..."

Her knuckles began to turn a deep bluish-white, and she possessed extraordinary strength.

"You bastard!...You can...go to anyone...but...but you can't go to her!"

She gripped his arm, and tears suddenly burst forth like a flood. She cried and trembled, calling out a strange name: Han Zhenye.