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

Chapter 20 A Beauty's Smile

Her ideas are always so bizarre. Shouldn't she think about how to pass the level like an ordinary woman at times like this?

Thinking this, Xiahou Ying's thin, crimson lips, which had been pressed into a straight line, suddenly parted slightly.

Yin Quan was never an ordinary woman...

Judging her by the standards of an ordinary woman, perhaps, as Wei Jun said, he was being too harsh.

Seeing a faint, elegant smile bloom on Xiahou Ying's noble, aloof, indifferent, and rigid face, Yin Quan was immediately stunned, her jaw dropping to the floor.

Laughing!

A germaphobe is actually laughing?!

Wait, was there anything funny in what she just said?! She needs to think about it carefully…

Thinking it over and over, Yin Quan realized that besides "Why did so many of your wives die?", the only other thing she had said was "They were all suffocated to death by your twisted personality, which was as stinking as a latrine rock"...

Frowning, Yin Quan was puzzled.

Xiahou Ying's thought process is truly beyond that of ordinary people...

This is truly a bizarre oddity among bizarre oddities, and a top-tier oddity among top-tier oddities!

His smile was like a snow-capped mountain flower in bloom, a melting glacier, like the first warm breeze that turns willow branches green in spring, like a cluster of snow lotuses swaying in the wind on a snow-covered plain. Because it is rare, it is exquisite; because it is exquisite, it is precious.

It was so precious that simply seeing it with one's eyes and remembering it with one's heart was far from enough. Yin Quan even began to deeply regret that she hadn't transmigrated into another body. At least she could have taken more photos of him with her phone and, if she had the chance to go back, post them on her WeChat Moments and proclaim: This is my man!

Noticing Yin Quan's suddenly somewhat dreamy gaze, Xiahou Ying twitched his thin lips, but this time he didn't stop her. In the dimly lit study, her clear eyes seemed to be veiled in mist, shimmering with a pearly light, like a unique black pearl in the deep sea, radiating a captivating glow that belonged only to him in the night.

Gazing at her quietly, he thought to himself, if she weren't so talkative, so unrestrained, so capricious, he might...

Xiahou Ying did not continue thinking about it.

Even someone as radiant as her would never allow her to become another possibility on his path.

"I have official business to attend to. You may leave now..."

At this moment, a guard in white entered and lit a lamp. Xiahou Ying spoke calmly.

Without much struggle, Yin Quan disliked many of the rules Xiahou Ying imposed on her, but that did not mean she was a person without discernment.

She glanced at the memorials that were almost shoulder-high beside him, then followed the white-clad guard out.

"Hey, don't go yet." Seeing that the white-clad guard had closed the door, she called out to him.

"What are your orders, Miss Yin?" Unsurprised, the white-clad guard stopped and stood at attention.

"what's your name?"

"Your subordinate is Kou Yun." The white-clad guard responded softly, his voice low, as if deliberately softened to avoid disturbing the prince's work.

“Let’s go inside the inner courtyard to talk.” Without speaking immediately, Yin Quan pointed in a direction to Kou Yun and then walked forward.

After listening intently for most of the night without hearing any noise from the next room, Yin Quan finally succumbed to her drowsiness and fell asleep in that "head-hanging-from-the-beam" position.

Xiahou Ying returned to his room around midnight. As he passed Yin Quan's door, he noticed her strange sleeping posture and frowned, asking, "What is she doing?"

"Reporting to your master, Miss Yin has something to say to you. She has been waiting for your return, but..."

He couldn't stay still and fell asleep... But what kind of strange way of sleeping is it to tie your hair to the roof beam? How could he explain it to his master so that Miss Yin would understand what he meant by "hanging one's head from the beam"?

Wei Jun stopped, unable to figure out how to continue the conversation for a long time, and could only remain silent.

With her furrowed brows slightly relaxed, Xiahou Ying pursed her lips, pushed open Yin Quan's door, and walked in, leaving Wei Jun completely stunned.

What should he do in this situation?

Taking the initiative to resign?

still is……

Lost in thought, Wei Jun glanced into the open room, feeling deeply conflicted and sorrowful.

Xiahou Ying walked toward Yin Quan, who was sleeping in a strange posture, untied the white silk ribbon tied to her hair, and then carried her to the bed. Just as he was about to let go, she suddenly reached out and hooked her arms around him tightly.

A strange restlessness erupted within him, and Xiahou Ying could clearly feel the burning sensation caused by her smooth skin rubbing against the side of his neck.

A refreshing fragrance lingered in his nose, her unique sweet scent. He suddenly thought of her large expanse of snow-white skin exposed during the day, the delicate touch of her skin that seemed almost fragile under the sunlight, and her graceful, supple figure as white as spring snow.

At that moment, Xiahou Ying was lost in thought, forgetting to let go and forgetting to break free.

At the doorway, Wei Jun, witnessing this scene, suddenly felt a sense of relief.

Even the most powerful and unapproachable master is still, in the end, an ordinary man who needs rest...

With that thought in mind, Wei Jun took the initiative to quietly take his leave, and thoughtfully closed the door for the two people inside before leaving.

"Zhenye...don't leave me, okay?"

A buzzing sound filled his mind, and Xiahou Ying suddenly froze, as if a huge rock had crushed his chest. Suddenly, a mouthful of black blood spilled from the corner of his rosy lips, dripping into her slightly open collar and staining her collarbone.

The moonlight poured down, making her collarbone appear as white as snow. That drop of black blood was like a plum blossom blooming in the snow-covered plain, alluring and wicked.

A chilling rage, like a burning, eerie blue fireball, surged through Xiahou Ying's body, shattering his internal organs and instantly burning away the nascent desire within him. Suddenly, at that moment, his neck was dampened. Like a sudden downpour, it extinguished the fierce fire raging within him.

He remembered that when she was delirious from poisoning, she had called out this name in her sleep.

Every time her name is called, she always bursts into tears.

Anger turned into inexplicable pain. He pulled her arms off his neck with unprecedented tenderness.

Even someone as free-spirited as her has a shackle in her heart that she can't break free from...

The next day, Wei Jun was puzzled when he saw Xiahou Ying walk out of his room.

Noticing his slightly unusual expression, Xiahou Ying moved his lips and said, "Send the results of last year's investigation of Gu Lounan by Maoyan to the study. I want to examine them."

Upon hearing this, Wei Jun immediately ran away from his door and disappeared without making a sound.

All day long, the atmosphere at Prince Duan's residence was as cold as ice. No one dared to walk slowly, speak loudly, or even breathe through their mouths.

"Did he take the wrong medicine or does he have masochistic tendencies?" Looking at the study from a distance across the courtyard, Yin Quan asked Wei Jun behind her.

"This... I don't know." Wei Jun truly didn't know.

But why don't you know...?

Looking at Yin Quan with utter confusion, Wei Jun frowned.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"No, it's nothing." In the end, Wei Jun chose to remain silent, realizing that he seemed to already know something.

"Hey, are you in such a hurry to leave? I'm telling you, your master has been locked in his study all day. Aren't you afraid he'll develop autism from locking himself in like this? He hasn't eaten anything all day, has he?"

With lightning speed, Yin Quan grabbed Wei Jun, who was trying to escape, and then turned her head toward the study with the door tightly closed.

Hearing this, Wei Jun shook his head, then his eyes suddenly lit up. He said, "Could it be that you, young lady, are planning to..."

"What are you planning? Are you planning to feed that expressionless guy and then let him torture me in every way possible? Do you think I'm that desperate?"

Wei Jun was completely bewildered.