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

Chapter 233 The lingering ghost

When Yin Quan woke up, she felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck. She frowned and rubbed her aching shoulders. A piercing scream erupted from the inner room.

"Xiahou Ying, I'm getting a divorce from you!" However, after venting her anger, she didn't hear the cold voice from him. Only then did Yin Quan realize that Xiahou Ying was really gone. He dared to abandon her again and face danger alone. She didn't know whether to be moved or helpless.

Before the worries in her heart had subsided, there was a soft knock on the door. Yin Quan opened the door with a bad attitude and saw a strange man standing to the side, dressed in a blue robe with wide sleeves. His outstanding demeanor made Yin Quan lose her composure for a moment.

"If the Princess Consort is awake, please go to the main hall. Prince Jin has been waiting for a long time." Yin Quan raised her eyebrows. Based on her years of aesthetic experience, this man with broad shoulders and narrow hips was clearly a rare and handsome man. But when did Xiahou Ying become so magnanimous as to allow such a handsome man to linger in front of him?

"You're... new here?" Before the man could speak, Wei Jun strode in from a distance.

"Your Highness, this is the guard the Prince has recently transferred to your side, his name is..." The man in the blue robe glanced at the person with some hesitation, then lowered his eyes and bowed.

"Yunsheng."

"Yun Sheng? Yun Sheng... why do I feel like we've met somewhere before?" Yun Sheng seemed to be deliberately avoiding Yin Quan's probing gaze, lowering his head slightly.

"Your Highness, Prince Jin has been waiting for quite some time." Yin Quan and Prince Jin have only met less than twice, so it shouldn't be time for her to pay a visit, right? Since Prince Jin returned, he has been behaving himself, but now he has chosen to visit when Xiahou Ying is not around. I wonder if he is a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken with ill intentions.

Yin Quan said impatiently, "Wei Jun, just give him any excuse to get rid of him." Wei Jun said with some difficulty, "Your Highness, I'm afraid you really can't get rid of him this time, because it's not just Prince Jin who came, he also brought... brought..." Wei Jun rarely showed such an awkward expression, which showed that the visitor was not friendly.

Attorney Yin Quan's intuition told her that Prince Jin's visit was probably directly related to Xiahou Ying's departure. Turning to look at Yun Sheng, Yin Quan revealed a set of white teeth, rubbed her hands together, and came to Yun Sheng's side, giving him a squeeze on his shoulder and arm.

"Not bad, his muscles are firm and elastic. It seems his martial arts skills are not low. Since he has come to our door, we can't just avoid him. You, accompany me to meet him." Watching those restless hands groping Yun Sheng's body, Wei Jun felt a chill run down his spine.

If this reached the prince's ears, he might as well retire early and go home to farm. He quickly stepped between the two.

Yin Quan had originally entered the main hall with great pride, but the moment his eyes met that figure in pure white, his body involuntarily trembled.

You, Qin Chang'an, are truly a persistent ghost!

Prince Jin still had bright eyes and a carefree smile. He waved his folding fan, looking every bit the elegant young gentleman. But before he could utter his charming words, a cold voice came from the other side.

"Wei Jun, see the guest out!" Prince Jin stood frozen in place, his folding fan slipping to the ground. Seeing that Yin Quan was about to turn and leave, he quickly reacted and said.

"Hey, sister-in-law, isn't your hospitality a bit lacking?" Qin Chang'an looked pitiful, his water sleeves brushing his face. "Prince Jin, please don't blame my sister. I was wrong before and upset her. Her behavior is understandable." Qin Chang'an's words made Yin Quan's skin crawl.

Watching her acting skills, which were comparable to those of an Oscar-winning actress, Yin Quan felt a surge of irritation. Couldn't Qin Chang'an just let her have a couple of days of peace?

“Prince Jin, I respect you as Xiahou Ying’s brother. If you came here to reminisce, I would welcome you with open doors and hot tea. But you brought someone of unknown identity here. It’s clear you’re here to disgust me, isn’t it?” Both Prince Jin and Qin Chang’an were stunned. They didn’t expect Yin Quan to actually say such ruthless words.

For a moment, Prince Jin didn't know how to speak, so he looked to Wei Jun for help. Yin Quan sensed that there was a secret being kept from him among the three of them, and then cast a chilling gaze at Wei Jun, who immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

“That princess... Miss Qin was entrusted to Prince Jin to be brought here by the prince before he left. Since the Grand Preceptor needs to go out with the prince, so... so Miss Qin has no one to take care of her for the time being, so she has to be brought back to the mansion..." Wei Jun spoke carefully, wishing he could sift every word between his lips.

But seeing Yin Quan's increasingly gloomy expression, he still regretted not impulsively chasing after her out of the palace, which would have been better than enduring this torture here.

Yin Quan gritted his teeth, "What a fine scheme of hiding a beauty in a golden house! Now you can't hide her anymore, huh? Let me tell you, even if Xiahou Ying were here, I would never allow this woman to move in!" Prince Jin had long heard that Princess Duan acted strangely, but he never expected that seeing her today would indeed surprise him.

Wei Jun took a deep breath. As expected, the prince was incredibly insightful. He took out a golden cloth from his robes. "Your Highness, there is now an imperial edict from His Majesty. Please reconsider."

An imperial edict? Now it was Yin Quan's turn to be struck dumb. What exactly had Xiahou Ying done behind her back? Was this the trust he had been talking about? Or was it that being born into the Prime Minister's mansion meant having to endure this endless conspiracy?

Yin Quan felt a stinging sensation in the corner of her eye. Suddenly, a shadow blocked her vision. Yin Quan looked up in surprise and saw Yun Sheng standing in front of her with a blank expression. His voice was unreadable, but it carried an unquestionable air.

"Let Wei Jun arrange Miss Qin's matter. The Princess Consort is feeling unwell and should go back to rest first."

“Sister-in-law… I’m talking to you, sister-in-law? Sister-in-law?” Yin Quan was grabbed by the arm by Yun Sheng and dragged into the inner room without a word. Prince Jin looked at Wei Jun with a puzzled expression.

"This sister-in-law has always been so... um... unconventional?" Wei Jun pursed his lips and nodded lightly, then turned to Qin Chang'an and said, "Miss Qin, don't worry, come with me. The prince instructed that you must not be neglected. Please settle in, the room has already been prepared."

For a moment, only Prince Jin remained in the main hall. He picked up the tea on the table, feeling depressed, and took a big gulp.

"What a mess! Kindness goes unrewarded!" The Prince of Jin tucked his folding fan into his waistband, humming a little tune as he walked out. But before leaving, he gave a meaningful smile as he looked in the direction where Qin Chang'an had disappeared.

"It seems that the Prince Duan's mansion is going to be quite lively from now on."

Qin Chang'an's arrival caused a great uproar in the mansion. Yin Quan clearly felt that no matter where she went, people were talking behind her back. She picked up the horse brush and gently brushed Xiao Bai's mane.

"Little White, Little White, I'm just as pitiful as you now. Don't you think your master is a bastard?" After saying that, he picked up the scarecrow next to him. Little White hissed as if to agree and ate it excitedly. Harina stood to the side with his little face scrunched up like a bun.

“Miss, your rivals have all moved into our mansion! And you still have the mind to feed the horse?” Yin Quan stood up and straightened her back. “Of course I do! Let me tell you, this is my revolutionary comrade-in-arms. No one knows its appetite better than me, right?” The horse neighed in agreement.

Yin Quan hurriedly handed over the scarecrow's legs, "Alright, alright, I know you like Xiahou Ying's legs. Don't worry, he's not in the manor now, I'll make sure you have enough of this 'Xiahou Ying'." Harina stomped her feet anxiously.

“Miss, you are the rightful owner. It’s one thing to not secure your position, but you actually lower yourself to feed the horses? I’ve seen this kind of thing many times in our tribe. Now your position is in jeopardy. If you’re not careful, you won’t have a place in this manor anymore!”

Yin Quan's expression froze. "So even you think I'm going to fight with Qin Chang'an for that so-called title?" Hari's face turned bright red.

"Miss, don't be foolish. It's normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines, let alone a prince. If the prince inherits the throne in the future, he'll have three thousand concubines in his harem..."

Before she could finish speaking, the bucket of water in front of Yin Quan spilled out with a splash, and dirty water ran up her feet. Yin Quan smiled bitterly, "Look, it's all your fault. You can't even keep an eye on your comrade. Forget it, let's go back inside." Her muddy feet left a trail of footprints on the ground.

Passing by Xiahou Ying's study, Yin Quan turned her head to look at the empty study, a glint of cunning appearing in her eyes. She pushed open the door with her muddy shoes and swaggered into the study, rummaging through the drawers and cabinets, turning the once spotless study into a complete mess.

"Miss, you've gone mad! When the prince returns, he'll skin you alive!"

"Let him come! I'll be waiting for him right here!" A figure flashed at the door, a pure white robe drawing a beautiful arc, and Yin Quan's body trembled.

“Xiahou Ying, you…” But when she looked up, Wei Jun was standing blankly at the door. “The prince said that the princess is not allowed to enter or leave his study unless necessary…” The hope in Yin Quan’s eyes was extinguished instantly, like a newly lit flame, and even a pungent burning smell filled the air, making her eyes sting.

"So that pervert really left. Is he going to stick to his obsessive-compulsive disorder to the very end?" Wei Jun was speechless, looking at the messy study with a headache.

Yin Quan's initial enthusiasm vanished in an instant. She got up and left dejectedly. As she brushed past Wei Jun, she paused for a moment and asked, "Wei Jun, tell me the truth, where did he go?" Wei Jun's eyes flickered.

“I know you’re loyal to him, but I can’t guarantee I won’t go crazy if I keep waiting. Wei Jun, I want to go find him. Can you take me?” Hearing Yin Quan’s softened tone, Wei Jun was filled with mixed feelings.

He also longed to follow the prince in death. "Princess Consort..." Before he could finish speaking, he saw a graceful figure in the corridor of the study. Wei Jun immediately composed himself. "The prince will be back soon. Before that, the prince instructed me to tell the princess consort to take good care of herself."

Wei Jun's words made Yin Quan's pupils constrict. Was he telling her to watch herself? With a loud bang, he kicked open the study door without any politeness. The fine solid wood door creaked twice and fell to the ground.