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

Chapter 16 Normal Demands

"Screw you, Xiahou Ying! What am I supposed to do when I need to pee?!" The wail turned into a roar, and Yin Quan became furious.

"Hang up there and shush." ​​The white-robed beauty's expression was indifferent.

"Then I want the large one!"

"Hang up there to take a dump." The white-robed beauty said expressionlessly.

"You bastard! Xiahou Ying, you perverted freak!..." Struggling and twisting violently, Yin Quan roared and began to utter incoherent words, while Xiahou Ying remained calm throughout, not even raising an eyebrow. His straight back was like a glacier standing quietly in the vast ocean, never melting, only constantly shimmering in the sunlight, yet always cold and indifferent, unapproachable to humans and animals.

After nagging for a full half hour, Yin Quan finally deflated, like a defeated defense lawyer.

She remained motionless, hanging there, and suddenly had an epiphany.

Actually, this kind of experience is quite magical. Although being restricted in your freedom is unpleasant, there is nothing else to lose.

Having a quiet, handsome man to admire, even though when he's not quiet you want to tear him to pieces or poison him to make him mute, is still very pleasing to the eye and refreshing to the soul when you look at him quietly.

As she was looking at him, Xiahou Ying suddenly raised his head and looked at her.

In an instant, their gazes collided violently, creating a burst of light, like a star shining in the deep blue sky at dawn, flickering and disappearing at an extremely fast speed, leaving a faint halo in the deepest black of their pupils.

"You are not allowed to spy on me."

A cold, indifferent voice slowly brushed past his ear. Xiahou Ying's thin, crimson lips moved almost imperceptibly. His tone was always so clear and cold, as if a single breath could stir up a cloud of ice dust in the air.

"Screw you..." Yin Quan rolled her eyes and pouted.

After giving a brief and concise warning, Xiahou Ying turned his attention back to the memorial laid out on the table, which contained information about Lu Xun, the Prince of Beidi.

Apart from Yu Haichang, the vice minister of the Ministry of War, the other five ministers all spoke with one voice, concluding that Lu Xun, the Prince of Beidi, had colluded with the enemy and betrayed the country... Even with all the witnesses and evidence prepared, there was no way to overturn the case, no matter how great the injustice.

That's in line with Gu Lounan's style: he always attacks the enemy and kills them whenever he strikes.

Thinking this, Xiahou Ying closed the folded book, opened a scroll framed with bright red brocade, and his crimson lips were suddenly pursed straight.

May 5th...

Gu Lounan chose the date...

His gaze swept over the bright red paper sprinkled with gold paint. Xiahou Ying looked at Yin Quan's name, which was written next to his own, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.

There's something about it that doesn't quite look right...

Squinting at Xiahou Ying, whose features suddenly softened yet immediately turned cold, Yin Quan raised an eyebrow, feeling puzzled.

What is this germaphobe looking at so intently?

Red... Could it be an ancient version of an erotic novel?!

Tsk tsk, he's a normal man after all...

There will always be various needs...

Although he dresses like a frigid person, looks like a frigid person, and has a frigid personality, a man is still a man after all... Xiahou Ying, don't be shy, I understand you!

Noticing that the person hanging in mid-air suddenly became hot and erratic in breathing, Xiahou Ying frowned slightly, his deep, dark eyes, like the cold moonlight, abruptly lifting to catch a glimpse of the incredibly meaningful, silly smile on her face. Upon seeing this, the furrow between his brows deepened even further.

What exactly is this woman hiding in her heart...?

One moment they were baring their teeth and making a racket, and the next they're grinning like an idiot...

Xiahou Ying's gaze swept over Yin Quan for a moment before he quickly looked away and continued looking down at the red paper.

The edict for the wedding ceremony was no different from previous ones, with only minor adjustments, such as changing the daytime procession around the city to a nighttime event.

His gaze lingered on the word "night," and Xiahou Ying's thin lips, which had been slightly pursed, suddenly parted into a barely perceptible narrow slit.

Upon seeing those two lips that had suddenly loosened, Yin Quan's eyes widened immediately.

This person with a blank expression is actually smiling!

Just as he was about to make a few jokes, his stomach suddenly twitched strangely, making Yin Quan's body shudder.

Is this... this... is this really going to be a big size?!

"Xiahou Ying, put me down! I need to poop!" Yin Quan shouted loudly and began to struggle and writhe again.

"Hang up there and take a dump." The icy voice drifted over, like a gust of wind carrying snow and ice, whistling against her.

"This time it's for real!" she wailed.

"..." He remained silent, his long, slender, fair fingers closing the blood-red scroll. He glanced at her, his eyes filled with disgust.

"Xiahou Ying, aren't you particularly clean? What if I get excited and can't help it, then your bedroom will be stained..."

Before she could finish speaking, a series of rustling sounds of cloth rubbing against wood were heard, and her feet were already on the dark terrazzo floor again.

Watching her rush out clutching her stomach, Xiahou Ying pursed her lips, then quickly relaxed them, a helpless smile spreading across her face.

It seems to be true...

This woman, when she's stubborn, is unshakeable; when she's yielding, she's utterly helpless.

Thinking this, he unfurled the scroll again and called Wei Jun inside.

Feeling much lighter as she stepped out of the outhouse, Yin Quan, who had finally regained her freedom, walked past the open door of Xiahou Ying's bedroom and headed outside. She had been hung from the rafters for almost half a day, and she was determined to get revenge!

"Hey! Pang Ban, where are you headed?" Yin Quan waved and greeted the burly man in white who was walking towards her in the corridor, her smile particularly charming.

Upon seeing that bright smile, Pang Ban paused slightly, remained silent for a moment, and then replied, "My master instructed me to be at the Princess's beck and call at any time."

Bullshit! They're clearly spying on me all the time!

While cursing inwardly, Yin Quan's smile grew even stronger.

"Your master is so thoughtful..." She crossed her arms, her dark, bright eyes looking at Pang Ban without any attempt to hide her gaze. Suddenly, she leaned closer to him and asked with a smile, "Will he do everything for me?"

Deliberately slowing down her speech and softening her tone, Yin Quan's voice was like a snowflake, cool and falling into the ear canal, causing a tingling sensation, which then quickly melted away, turning into a stream of warm spring water that flowed straight into the heart and into every part of the body, catching people off guard.

Taking a slight step back, Pang Ban replied in a deep voice, "My master has given the order, whatever it may be."

"Alright, prepare paper and pen, and while you're at it, find Long Jue for me. I'll be waiting for you in the pavilion over there!"

As she spoke, Yin Quan took light steps past Pang Ban like a spring breeze, bringing with her a warm breeze and a sweet fragrance.

Inside the bedroom, Xiahou Ying, who was discussing matters with Wei Jun, suddenly paused slightly, and his gaze shifted slightly outward.

Noticing the subtle change in his master, Wei Jun remained silent, but felt a sense of relief.

"When a member of the royal family gets married, they will parade around the city once, and finally offer sacrifices to heaven and earth at the Phoenix Tower outside the city before returning to Xinqing Palace to complete the ceremony. Wei Jun, on the day of the wedding, you and Pang Ban will each lead a team of 100 Ghost Slayers."

"Master..." Upon hearing the words "Ghost Slash," Wei Jun's expression suddenly tightened.

"Send another three thousand Imperial Dragon Army soldiers to guard Shili Slope outside the city. Cat Eye, one of Gu Lounan's men, is a fierce general from another land with extraordinary skills. He would be difficult to guard against even in the daytime, let alone in this dark night when the lights can't even illuminate the way." As he spoke, Xiahou Ying raised his eyes and looked outside. Yin Quan's figure had already disappeared.

He pursed his lips, his slender fingers slowly brushing along the edge of the bright red scroll, before continuing, "Were the palace maids and eunuchs accompanying the ceremonial procession all personally selected by the Imperial Preceptor?"

"Your Majesty is right. Royal weddings are different from those of princes and nobles, and cannot be taken lightly. Therefore, the Ministry of Rites submits the list of attendants to the Grand Preceptor, who then personally selects them."

After hearing this, Xiahou Ying did not immediately continue the topic. Instead, he remained silent for a moment before slightly moving his lips: "Summon Long Jue to see me."

Before he could finish speaking, Pang Ban, who had just entered, frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "Long Jue was just asked by Miss Yin to help him."