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

Chapter 17 His Fantasy

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Ying, whose gaze had been fixed on the bright red scroll, suddenly lifted his eyelashes, and a slight wrinkle appeared on his straight, thick black eyebrows, which quickly smoothed out.

"help?"

"Yes, Miss Yin ordered me to prepare paper and pen, and instructed me to ask Long Jue for help..." As he spoke, Pang Ban suddenly stopped, a hint of hesitation and slight embarrassment showing in his simple and honest expression.

"Miss Yin said she wanted to do some womanly things with Long Jue, so she sent me away."

Before Pang Ban could finish speaking, Xiahou Ying quickly lowered his gaze, his thin, rosy lips, which were pressed into a straight line, curled up slightly, making Pang Ban and Wei Jun both startled.

Women's affairs...

Only she could utter such words without batting an eye, words that would be difficult for other women to say.

"Let's continue."

With a slight movement of his lips, Xiahou Ying spoke calmly, as if he had not heard anything improper.

Inside the pavilion, Yin Quan, holding a calligraphy brush, chanted incantations as he wrote furiously, occasionally pausing to stroke his chin and examine the brush carefully before continuing to paint.

Standing opposite the stone table, Long Jue lowered his gaze, somewhat puzzled, looking at the scribbles that resembled ghost symbols, utterly perplexed.

This thing is called

"A, specially designed for Asian women, showcasing the beauty of the female body. Oh right, a steel wire needs to be inserted here, otherwise the breasts will easily deform. How about it? Could you find a tailor shop to make this for me?"

Looking at the strange and unusual drawing in Yin Quan's hand, Long Jue was filled with confusion and bewilderment, but he still nodded in agreement.

Yin Quan's eyes were always so clear and transparent, dark and bright. Like the brightest star in the sky, like the most vibrant flame in a bonfire, they were translucent like pure ice crystals, yet warm and intense. Every smile and frown of hers could easily stir every cell in her body. Without bewitching or teasing, she inspired envy and longing.

"Do you have a rope? This thing needs to be tailor-made to show off the beauty of a woman's figure perfectly. Your master keeps me locked up tighter than a prisoner, so I don't have the chance to go to the tailor shop to take my measurements myself. You can give him the measurements for me."

Upon hearing this, Long Jue was about to take out the silkworm silk he always carried with him for self-defense when a slender, fair hand suddenly fell from above their heads and took all the blueprints that Yin Quan had been holding.

"What is this?" A cold voice drifted down indifferently, like tiny snowflakes falling from the dark night sky in the depths of winter, each one carrying an untouchable chill.

"Women's stuff." Standing up, Yin Quan stretched out her arm at Xiahou Ying, trying to snatch the blueprint back.

"Why is there so little fabric on this dress?" Xiahou Ying raised his arm slightly, ignoring her gesture, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

“This is called underwear, it’s worn inside, why do you need so much fabric!” Yin Quan stood on tiptoe.

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Ying first glanced at the blueprint, then looked at the person who was desperately trying to snatch the thing from his hands. He pursed his lips, moved his palm slightly, and instantly used his inner force to turn the paper into dust.

With so little fabric, can it really be called "clothing"...?

How could she just let a stranger take her measurements... especially clothes that are so close to her skin...?

Thinking this, Xiahou Ying suddenly felt a little irritated, as if he could already see a strange face measuring Yin Quan's body size, which was dressed in light clothing, from shoulder width to arm length, and from arm length to chest circumference...

Thinking of this, he frowned sharply, banishing those images that shouldn't exist in his mind one by one. His thin, crimson lips pressed into a straight line, even turning slightly purple.

"Xiahou Ying! It's one thing for you to forbid me from doing this or that, but you even forbid me from doing this..."

"You won't even let me do it?!" Watching helplessly as the design she had painstakingly created vanished through his fingers in an instant, Yin Quan's inner universe began to flare up again.

"There is too little fabric, and it is indecent."

"You're an insult to public morals! I don't wear them outside!"

At Xiahou Ying's retreating figure, Yin Quan roared and grabbed the inkstone beside him, throwing it at the straight back that had already walked a few steps away. Unexpectedly, the inkstone stopped in mid-air and then fell straight to the ground, shattering into several dark pieces.

The inkstone didn't hurt him, but the splashed black ink landed squarely on his snow-white robe, as white as moonlight. A few drops even splattered onto his smooth, jade-like skin, the tiny black ink dots standing out starkly against his fair complexion.

The world suddenly became very quiet.

Wei Jun and Pang Ban both lowered their heads, suddenly developing a strange and intense interest in the inkstone that had been broken into several pieces.

Everyone says that Huishan inkstones are the best in the world, with thick color, quick drying, and easy storage. I have a few in my household.

Biting her lip, Yin Quan stared intently at the tall, straight figure in front of her, who remained silent and did not turn around. Just as she was about to speak, Xiahou Ying suddenly turned around and met her gaze.

His eyes were like swords, his breath icy, and with each step he took toward her, it seemed as if he was absorbing the air around her. By the time he stood in front of her, she was already having trouble breathing.

Almost instinctively, Yin Quan took a step back, intending to resist, but Xiahou Ying's slender, white fingers, as white as moon-stained pearls, suddenly moved towards the collar of his snow-white robe.

What, what, what's going on?!

She took another big step back, her eyes wide with shock. Yin Quan was completely dumbfounded.

She accidentally splashed a tiny, less than a sesame seed-sized speck of ink on the back of his pristine white neck. Was he already trying to make her take responsibility for him?!

It's just an ink spot!

"Xiahou Ying, don't be impulsive!" With a low growl, in her desperation, Yin Quan grabbed Xiahou Ying's pure white, spotless hands without hesitation with her ink-stained claws.

The world has become quieter...

Xiahou Ying frowned and tried to pull his hand away, but Yin Quan gripped it even tighter.

"Get your dirty hands off me."

"No way! If I let you go, what if you do something rash and make me take responsibility for you?" Yin Quan shook her head, her attitude firm and her tone resolute.

"Take responsibility?" Raising an eyebrow, Xiahou Ying looked down at her, his eyes full of disdain.

"If you won't let me take responsibility, then why did you take off your clothes? Don't you feel ashamed and embarrassed because your skin has been defiled, and want to use your beauty to make me submit and take responsibility for the rest of your life?"

Xiahou Ying remained silent.

Noticing that he was starting to look at her like she was an idiot, Yin Quan suddenly let go of her hand and took a step back.

As he took off his ink-stained outer robe and tossed it at her, Yin Quan blinked and glared at him.

"Wash it clean."

With a casual remark, Xiahou Ying left with his hands behind his back.

After staring blankly for a long while, clutching his ink-stained robe, Yin Quan roared, "Xiahou Ying! Die!"

She crumpled the robe in her hands into a rumpled ball, then suddenly seemed to remember something, unfolded the robe in front of her eyes, and stared at it for a long time.

She clearly remembered that his snow-white robes were always floor-length and spotless, never wrinkling. How could this one be so easily stained with ink...

Different materials?

After staring at the not-so-large ink mark for a long time, she turned to Long Jue and chuckled.