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

Chapter 14 Happiness Came Too Suddenly

With his lips pressed straight, Xiahou Ying forcefully pulled her pale fingers off his arm, then turned around and came behind her, slapping her hard in the center of her back. With a muffled "pfft," Yin Quan spat out another mouthful of blood, this time a glaring scarlet.

After vomiting, she immediately quieted down. Her body swayed, and she was about to crash into the wall when a slender and delicate hand stopped her in time.

His palm touched something damp and sticky, and Xiahou Ying's tightly pursed lips suddenly relaxed. He looked at her pale, almost transparent, thin face, his expression shifting between light and shadow. A bright light seemed to rise from his dark pupils, winding like a bewitching and eerie blue flame, making his clear and handsome features appear subtly sinister.

Xiahou Ying laid Yin Quan down and stood by her bedside with his hands behind his back, his expression still indifferent.

"No cure" was once the only assessment of Wuyan, the most potent and rare poison in the world.

He lowered his gaze, his eyes lingering on her.

She will be the only antidote to the most potent poison in the world...

When Yin Quan woke up, she was completely stunned by what she saw.

what's the situation? !

Is she alive or dead?!

Her beautiful eyes were wide open, her pale, bluish lips slightly parted, and she didn't come to her senses for a long time.

Large patches of dried, blackened blood were scattered all over the bed and floor. She looked up and glanced at the shooting star-like black splatter spots on the curtains, and her heart skipped a beat.

Did God really grant her fervent request and eliminate Xiahou Ying, that germaphobic maniac, while she was completely unaware? Or in such a bloody and violent way?

"Amen..." Just as Yin Quan clasped her hands together and uttered an extremely excited prayer, the door was pushed open from the outside by a familiar figure. It was Wei Jun.

"Miss Yin, you're awake. Come in, all of you." After glancing at her, Wei Jun turned around and called out to those behind him. Immediately, a dozen or twenty burly, muscular men filed in.

Nani? !

Wow... so many muscular men?!

Staring blankly at those burly men, Yin Quan almost immediately froze.

As the burly men drew closer to her, she took a deep breath.

Although she prefers slender, fair-skinned, and easily pushed-over sickly pretty boys, muscular types are not bad either!

Ah... happiness came too suddenly, let the storm rage on!

Huh...

With wide eyes, Yin Quan watched the burly man walk in and out, feeling confused.

Is this...moving things?

She frowned as she watched the burly men carry the furniture and belongings out of the house piece by piece.

"Hey, Wei Jun?" Yin Quan peeked out at Wei Jun, who was standing guard by the door, and waved to him.

"What are your orders, Miss Yin?" the white-clad guard asked respectfully.

"The scene is horrific, with blood everywhere."

Touching his chin, Wei Jun nodded.

The usually clean master was grabbed by her and vomited blood three times and bile once. Yes, it was indeed a terrible ordeal.

Seeing this, Yin Quan glanced down at the bloodstains on her body and thought: She lived a glorious life and died a noble death...

“Then who are these people…” Yin Quan asked, pointing to the burly men with tanned skin.

"They were strongmen kept in the master's mansion, and their job was to build houses."

"Oh..." Yin Quan responded softly, a sudden pang of melancholy in her eyes. She looked up at Wei Jun with sincere eyes and said solemnly, "Although Xiahou Ying is naturally expressionless, cold-hearted, has a temper worse than dog shit, and is shameless and has no bottom line, he and you were ultimately master and servant. Please accept my condolences!"

"I was born with a blank expression, a cold personality, and a temper that stinks worse than dog shit. My pretentiousness, shamelessness, and lack of any bottom line are truly... I'm sorry."

A clear, ambiguous voice, seemingly laughing but not laughing, drifted in from outside the room. Yin Quan's scalp tightened, and she abruptly looked up. She saw Xiahou Ying's tall and straight figure, like a beam of bright moonlight shooting out from a narrow slit in the sky. He was aloof, cold, and indifferent. Whether it was an illusion or not, his face was even paler than usual, even tinged with a cold blue light, like snow and ice accumulated in winter, beautiful to the point of being cold.

"You're not dead?!" Yin Quan exclaimed in surprise.

"You really want me to die?" Xiahou Ying asked, his face expressionless.

"Yes... I'll be free once you're dead." She nodded readily, causing the burly man carrying things inside to slip on his fingers and nearly break the cloisonné vase that was a tribute from the Zhao Kingdom.

Upon hearing this, Wei Jun's lips twitched.

No wonder he sensed something was off about her tone from the moment she entered the room…

"Can you walk?" Xiahou Ying suddenly changed the subject, his cold voice like the autumn wind.

"Hmm?" After hearing this, Yin Quan got off the ground, took a couple of steps, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

"Your blood has defiled this place, so it has been demolished and rebuilt. Move your belongings to the new residence yourself, and Wei Jun will take you there." After saying this, Xiahou Ying walked away slowly, her noble and aloof demeanor evident as she left with her hands behind her back.

Staring blankly at the snow-white figure gradually disappearing into the overlapping corridors, Yin Quan finally roared to the sky after a long while, "Xiahou Ying! I didn't rape your parents, so why are you treating me like this?!"

Anyone can do it, hurry up and take this monster away!

Angrily withdrawing her gaze, Yin Quan turned to look at Wei Jun, moved her lips slightly, and asked, "The bloodstains on the ground, were they all from my vomit?"

"good."

"When was it? I don't remember at all." She rolled her eyes and looked up at the sky.

“Last night at midnight.” The scene was spectacular… He swallowed the last four words, pursed his lips, and continued, “Please, Miss Yin, follow me to my new residence.”

“These things…” Yin Quan glanced at the furniture and objects scattered all over the yard with eyes blazing with anger, her face full of resentment.

"My master ordered that anything stained with blood is unlucky to keep in the house, so it should all be burned," Wei Jun replied.

Yin Quan's face darkened.

Bad luck! He's the bad luck one! He's already lost seven wives, and now he's talking about good or bad luck?! Bah—

After following Wei Jun through a winding corridor for a long time, she finally arrived at her new residence.

Gardens, rockeries, ponds, courtyards—it has everything.

With a slight frown, she secretly pinched her thigh.

It hurts... It seems it's not an illusion.

"Wei Jun, are you sure you didn't lead us the wrong way?" She tilted her head to look at the white-clad guard in front of her, her tone puzzled.

"My master instructed that Miss Yin is easily tempted by outside influences, so she needs to be personally supervised by my master." Wei Jun answered fluently, his tone as usual.

"Huh?!" Startled, Yin Quan's eyes widened, and she felt a chill run down her spine. Immediately afterward, Xiahou Ying's godlike, upright figure came into view, with his slender, clear features, his skin as white as snow and cold as ice, and his breathtakingly beautiful crimson lips.

He is like a god, but he is not a god.

He was a demon, yet he was reborn as a mortal.

He filled her with fear, yet also with resentment.

"Wei Jun, you may leave." The indifferent voice broke the brief silence, and the white-clad guards withdrew in response. Only Xiahou Ying, who stood on the steps in front of the gate looking down on all living beings, and Yin Quan, who stood straight and looked up arrogantly below the steps, remained in the exquisite and elegant courtyard.