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

Chapter 15 Punishment for Breaking the Rules

He stared at her expressionlessly, then quickly looked away and turned to walk into the house. Just before stepping over the threshold, he paused and said lightly, "You are not allowed to spy on me, enter my courtyard, make loud noises, or wander around at will."

After saying that, he went inside and slammed the door shut.

Staring at the exquisitely carved rosewood door, Yin Quan made a face while giving two middle fingers.

"Don't make any strange movements." Xiahou Ying's cold voice came from inside the room, and Yin Quan froze on the spot.

Is this okay? !

She was shocked.

Zhang stared at the intricately carved wooden door for a long time, then touched her chin, pushed her eyes up with her fingers, and stuck out her tongue, inwardly screaming: I'm so miserable...

"If you make any more strange movements, I'll cut you into a human stick." The icy voice was like a bucket of cold water poured out from inside the carved wooden door, chilling Yin Quan to the bone.

She pouted, squinted at Xiahou Ying's room for a while, then looked at the next room, suddenly raised her eyebrows, and a faint smile was slowly building up at the corner of her lips.

Noticing that there was no more movement outside the door, Xiahou Ying frowned slightly, and a line of dark red spilled from the corner of his lips, slowly extending along the smooth curve of his jaw, making him look bewitching and dazzling.

With a blank expression, he raised his arm and placed it on his chest. He walked to the edge of the bed, sat cross-legged, and began to regulate his breathing.

When he opened his eyes the next day, Yin Quan was right in front of him. Her sweet and refreshing fragrance wafted out to his nose, causing his heart to tremble slightly. His pale, almost transparent, expressionless face still had that cold and aloof expression.

"I have said that no one is to spy on me." Xiahou Ying looked at her with unfathomable, icy anger hidden in his dark eyes, his gaze filled with icy glints.

“I wasn’t spying, I was watching openly.” Yin Quan answered lazily, picking at her nails. As she spoke, she suddenly lifted her eyelashes and looked at him intently and seriously, seemingly moving closer to him, so close that Xiahou Ying could almost see his own reflection in her bright, dark eyes.

A meaningful smile played at the corners of her lips as Yin Quan breathed a warm breath onto Xiahou Ying's thin lips, her voice soft and languid: "You were just talking in your sleep..."

Before she could finish speaking, she felt her body lighten, and when she came to her senses, Xiahou Ying had wrapped her in white silk and hung her from the roof beam.

Floating helplessly in mid-air, Yin Quan bit her lip, her first attempt at seduction failing!

It must be that the neckline isn't wide enough! The cleavage isn't noticeable enough! In conclusion, she needs to have someone do it.

Aa ...

Just then, the door was pushed open from the outside, and it was Wei Jun who came in.

Wei Jun was slightly taken aback when he saw Yin Quan's strange posture.

He seems to have missed something...

Without lingering on Yin Quan, Wei Jun walked straight to Xiahou Ying, bowed slightly, and said, "Master, the Imperial Advisor has arrived and is waiting in the main hall."

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Ying pursed his lips, then got off the bed and slowly walked outside.

"Wait a minute, are you just going to keep me hanging like this?!"

Seeing that Xiahou Ying had no intention of putting her down, Yin Quan shouted.

"This is your punishment for breaking the rules..." Xiahou Ying said coldly, pausing before his tone shifted slightly, becoming both mocking and contemptuous: "The roof beams here are two zhang above the ground. You can try to escape, but at most you'll lose an arm or a leg." With that, he turned and left, leaving behind a gust of cool wind.

"Xiahou Ying! I will make you kneel at my feet and sing 'Conquer'! I will!"

Struggling to twist his body in the air, Yin Quan roared angrily.

The dark terrazzo floor reflected a magnificent, slender shadow, like a thick fog emerging from the depths of the swamp, from the foam of the deep sea.

"Grand Preceptor, how have you been?" Xiahou Ying, dressed in a white robe, walked slowly across the thick, almost bottomless black terrazzo floor, a faint, almost imperceptible smile curving his crimson lips.

Upon hearing this, the elegant and slender figure turned around, and when he saw the snow-white, upright figure, he bowed slightly and said, "Your humble servant greets Prince Duan."

"Grand Preceptor, you are so busy with state affairs, how come you have time to come to my humble palace?" Xiahou Ying looked at Gu Lounan, who was dressed in a magnificent purple robe, and raised the corners of his lips slightly, but not with the usual sarcasm.

"Your Highness is too kind. I have been ordered to come and oversee your marriage to the Ninth Miss of the General's Mansion." Gu Lounan lowered his gaze slightly, his voice slow and undisguised, containing a smile. His long, narrow phoenix eyes were also slightly narrowed, with the corners turned up.

"My father entrusted this matter to the Imperial Advisor, so naturally I..."

"The sun is rising! How joyful!"

Halfway through the conversation, a shout, neither loud nor soft, suddenly rang out in everyone's ears.

Instantly, the air pressure in the entire hall dropped sharply.

Xiahou Ying frowned and suddenly pursed his lips.

What exactly is she trying to do...?

Upon hearing that clear and high-pitched voice, Gu Lounan raised an eyebrow and looked at Xiahou Ying with a hint of doubt and amusement.

"It seems that besides this humble subject, Your Highness has other distinguished guests... Since..."

“In that case, in my opinion, it is not appropriate for the Imperial Preceptor to linger here. Pang Ban, see him out.” Taking over Gu Lounan’s words, Xiahou Ying stood in front of him with his hands behind his back, his indifferent expression carrying a hint of sharpness, like an ice pick ready to be thrown, as if he would pierce him into a sieve with holes on all sides if he moved forward even slightly.

As if he hadn't heard Xiahou Ying's order to leave, Gu Lounan stood still, the two of them facing each other, their eyes rubbing against each other as if they could make a "sizzling" sound and sparks flying.

"Since Your Highness has guests, then this humble subject shall not disturb you any further..."

"You are my little apple...!"

Suddenly, the loud female voice rang out again, causing Gu Lounan to pause, and his expression towards Xiahou Ying became even more unpredictable than before.

"Your Highness, this guest seems quite special..." Gu Lounan raised an eyebrow, and as he spoke, he lifted the hem of his robe and stepped over the threshold, but paused at the doorway, as if talking to himself, "I heard that the Second Madam of the General's Mansion died suddenly the day before yesterday. It's really a bit strange, Your Highness, don't you think so?"

After saying that, he smiled and walked further and further away until he disappeared from Xiahou Ying's sight.

Looking in the direction where Gu Lounan disappeared, Xiahou Ying turned around with his hands behind his back. His expressionless, clear features seemed to be covered with heavy frost, chilling him to the bone.

"I need your love every single day!..."

"boom!"

Just as Yin Quan began to sing her fifth song, the door was pushed open from the outside, but the person was a little too forceful.

"How was it? Did you hear that? Did I sing well?" Yin Quan, who was hanging from the roof beam by a white silk ribbon, swung back and forth, her face flushed with excitement.

With a muffled thud of tearing fabric, before she could react, her body plummeted downwards, about to crash into the cold, dark terrazzo floor.

"Xiahou Ying, are you serious?!" Yin Quan cried out in alarm. In her panic, she closed her eyes, but after waiting for a long time, the pain she had expected did not come.

She cautiously opened one eye and found herself only a finger's width above the ground. Blinking, she looked at her slightly panicked reflection in the dark terrazzo, Yin Quan frowned, and suddenly remembered a similar painful experience from before. She immediately adjusted her posture to make sure she wouldn't land face down again.

Unexpectedly, just as she adjusted her posture, her body slowly rose upwards, her eyes wide open as she stared at the snow-white, straight figure, and Yin Quan's anger flared up.

"Xiahou Ying!"

What were you singing just now?

"Hmm?" Yin Quan's anger was extinguished halfway by that cold tone, and she tilted her head, a little stunned.

"I'll express my feelings through song! You wouldn't understand even if I explained!"

"Are you my little apple?"

"..." Frowning and staring at Xiahou Ying, Yin Quan suddenly began to imagine him wearing a performance outfit covered in gold sequins, carrying a guitar, and singing "Little Apple." Suddenly, a chill ran down her spine.

Seeing her suddenly withered expression, Xiahou Ying knew that she was fantasizing about those bizarre and fantastical things again.

"Hey, don't go any further! Put me down!"

Seeing Xiahou Ying's pristine white figure walk forward, Yin Quan said anxiously.

"You want to get down?" Although he stopped walking, Xiahou Ying did not turn around.

"Yes!" Yin Quan cried out, nodding desperately at the snow-white, straight back.

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Ying pursed his thin lips and slowly turned to walk towards her.

Yin Quan stared at him with wide-open eyes, feigning shock.

You agreed so easily?!

Xiahou Ying was switched at birth?!

Just as she was swaying, she saw that clear and upright figure suddenly stop, his dark and unfathomable eyes sweeping over her with a mixture of indifference and coldness.

"Continue to express your aspirations through song, and then come down when you're done."