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

Chapter 27 Strange Location

A flash of inspiration struck her as her warm lips touched his icy, almost lifeless skin. The intense sensation of fire and ice made her jolt slightly awake, but Xiahou Ying suddenly turned his face, their eyes met, and their lips touched. Everything happened so fast that she was caught off guard. She sat up in a daze, only to find herself in an odd position.

There...it seems...maybe...perhaps...it's a little below someone's golden ratio point...

Yin Quan, her scalp tingling and barely daring to move or breathe, cautiously looked at Xiahou Ying, then suddenly grinned and asked, "Should I get up?"

Xiahou Ying, whose moods were unpredictable and whose emotions were hard to fathom, remained silent. His handsome face was clearly expressionless, but in her eyes, it was as if a thunderbolt was about to strike, then with a "boom," he would cleave her into a wisp of black smoke and disappear from this world forever.

Yin Quan climbed off him willingly and didn't dare to breathe. She turned around and tried to run away, but at that moment, Xiahou Ying, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up: "You can stay."

What?!

Turning around in alarm, Yin Quan stared wide-eyed at Xiahou Ying, as if trying to confirm whether what she had heard was true.

"But you must not disturb me as I am expelling the poison through my internal energy."

"Oh..." Yin Quan gave a dry reply and moved back to the edge of the bed.

"Who is Lai Liaobu?" Just as she sidled up to the edge of the couch, Xiahou Ying's cold voice suddenly reached her ears.

"scare?"

"What? You can't tell me, but you can tell Gu Lounan?" The person on the bed suddenly turned his head to look at her, his dark pupils like two bottomless abysses, deep and sinister.

"No, no, no, of course not." She hurriedly waved her hand in denial, resting her chin on one hand, and said, "Lai Liaobu is a fortune teller in Hong Kong, oh, that is, a charlatan."

“Hong Kong?” Xiahou Ying frowned.

"A place name you've never heard of. It is said that the Lai family and the Ye family were once the two great feng shui families in Hong Kong. The Lai family was in charge of feng shui and tomb raiding, while the Ye family was in charge of destiny. The ancestors of the two families were originally sworn brothers, but they became enemies because of a woman. The Ye family ancestor believed that the Lai family ancestor had betrayed him, so he became depressed and fell ill. Before he died, he swore in blood that the Lai and Ye families would never associate with each other again, and if anyone broke this oath, may heaven and earth punish them."

“This is not quite the same as what you told Gu Lounan.”

"Of course, I haven't finished yet!"

With his lips pressed straight, Xiahou Ying remained silent.

“Thousands of years later, the descendants of the Lai family and the Ye family met. The descendant of the Lai family was Lai Liaobu, the renowned Feng Shui master of Xingyun, who was famous throughout Hong Kong. The descendant of the Ye family, Ye Guhong, was an extremely unlucky low-level employee who could choke on his own saliva when he spoke.” As she spoke, Yin Quan paused. She glanced at Xiahou Ying, who kept his eyes closed and remained expressionless. A layer of translucent water droplets seemed to be gathered between his brows, and his expression seemed to be somewhat painful.

My gaze moved down from his brow, past his straight, high nose, and down to his pale pink, thin lips.

Biting her lip, Yin Quan, who was leaning over the bed watching him, suddenly felt a strange impulse.

She just lightly brushed her lips against his; that didn't count as a kiss at all!

His lips were thin yet full, their color like a rose touched by the first rain, making it impossible to look away.

Ahhh! She wanted to savor the taste of this thorny rose more closely!

Yin Quan wailed inwardly.

"Why did you stop talking?" After a long silence, Xiahou Ying's clear voice suddenly rang in her ears, like a purple lightning bolt piercing the night sky, striking straight into Yin Quan's struggling heart.

"Um, I thought you were asleep."

“…Continue.” The person lying flat on the tatami seemed to pause briefly before issuing a command that sounded like a low sigh.

Upon hearing this, Yin Quan, who had been lazily sprawled by the couch, suddenly straightened his back and frowned, saying, "Xiahou Ying, you... could it be that you're bothered by something?"

"What do you mind?" A cold voice entered his ears, and Yin Quan shrank his neck.

Why do I suddenly feel a bit cold...?

Wei Jun, who was standing guard outside the door, frowned and looked distressed as he listened to the strange conversation between the two.

Miss Yin has finally returned, and the relationship between the two had even improved somewhat because of their master's injury. Why did she have to raise such a question at this time...?

These two are such a headache...

Seeing that Yin Quan lowered her head and did not answer, Xiahou Ying did not press the matter, and the room fell silent again.

Suddenly, at that moment, Yin Quan seemed to remember something and grabbed Xiahou Ying's arm. The latter frowned at her sudden movement but did not stop her.

"I feel like I've seen this somewhere before, Xiahou Ying. Do you know anything about ninjas?"

Upon hearing this, he slightly opened his eyes, which had been closed, and looked at Yin Quan.

"You mean ninjas..."

"Yes, ninjas. Ninjas are good at using advantageous terrain and light angles to hide themselves. They are almost omnipotent, able to go anywhere, whether it's in the sky or on the ground. They are natural hermits, able to conceal and hide all their presence."

A name was faintly surfacing in his mind, and Xiahou Ying frowned and then smoothed it out.

He had known all along that Gu Lounan had gained the support of certain eastern island tribes through extreme means such as coercion and enticement, but he never expected that he would gain the power of the Japanese Ninja Clan.

Although this was somewhat unexpected, it was far less shocking than the shock that Yin Quan had given him.

He wanted to know how she knew...

But I just can't bring myself to ask that question.

But just then, Yin Quan's nonchalant muttering to herself rang in her ears: "I've only ever seen this in TV dramas before, and I thought it was just artistic exaggeration."

With a furrowed brow, Xiahou Ying looked at Yin Quan, filled with questions, yet suddenly unwilling to speak.

She's always been an odd person, so it's natural for her to say such strange things...

But the thought that everything she had just said was just her wild guesses made him inexplicably annoyed.

Especially since she was so dismissive...

"go out."

Xiahou Ying pursed his lips and said calmly.

"I haven't finished my story yet," Yin Quan pouted.

"I have no interest in listening now." After saying that, translucent water droplets began to emerge from between Xiahou Ying's brows again, and he no longer paid attention to the person beside the bed.

With her starry eyes wide open, Yin Quan suddenly felt a surge of anger.

Has Xiahou Ying taken the wrong medicine or is his brain poisoned?! He was perfectly fine just a moment ago, how did he suddenly become so cold?!

Are you kidding her?!

Feeling unhappy, Yin Quan walked out of the room and met Wei Jun at the door.

"Miss Yin..." Wei Jun called out to her from behind, looking somewhat hesitant.

"Are you worried I'll run away?" Raising an eyebrow, Yin Quan turned around and looked at him with her arms crossed.

Slightly taken aback by her question, Wei Jun quickly gave a negative answer.

“Miss Yin, his master actually…”

"Sigh, do you also think your master's mood is unpredictable and his personality is strange? Do you think he might have become obsessed with cleanliness to the point of madness? And his temperament has become abnormal as a result?" Yin Quan frowned and looked at Wei Jun with a hint of anger on her face.

"No..." Wei Jun began wiping his sweat.

“Miss Yin, Master did this for your sake…” Before Wei Jun could finish speaking, a jade flower and bird vase burst through the door and crashed right at his feet, shattering into pieces so completely that its original form could not be found.

Seeing this, Wei Jun shut his mouth, and looked at Yin Quan with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Frowning, she looked at Wei Jun and then at the scattered debris on the ground. Suddenly, an idea struck her. She grabbed his hand and began to write on his palm. After finishing, she looked up at him with a questioning gaze.

Wei Jun shook his head slightly, pursed his lips, and his lips twitched slightly.

Miss Yin really has no taboos... she dares to guess anything...

Seeing his disheveled expression, Yin Quan pouted.

Did she guess wrong?

What about this?

Yin Quan began writing furiously in Wei Jun's palm again, showing great determination.

This time, Wei Jun was almost in tears.

This... shouldn't he have given this person so many hints in the first place?

Suddenly, at that moment, Yin Quan abruptly released him. Walking forward, she muttered impatiently to herself, "I'm not guessing anymore, Wei Jun. Pass on a message for me, saying that if your master truly cares for me, then I will accept his kindness." As she spoke, she turned to look at the slightly dazed Wei Jun, her expression darkening briefly before quickly returning to normal. She said, "But none of this can be an excuse for him to deprive me of my freedom."

After saying that, she walked into the endlessly winding corridor and soon disappeared from Wei Jun's sight.

Stepping out of the inner courtyard and into the front courtyard, Yin Quan glanced at the guards standing outside the four gates of the front courtyard and pursed her lips.

She was almost certain that if she insisted on leaving now, Xiahou Ying would not stop her.

But at this moment, she hesitated.

To leave or not to leave, that is a very serious question.

Especially after she had just kissed his soft, alluring lips, she seemed reluctant to leave.

She shook her head and clenched her fist.

It must be admitted that when Xiahou Ying is silent, doesn't open her eyes, and doesn't move, she is quite an alluring cold beauty.

Yin Quan reached out and touched her lips, then frowned.

Ugh, this is so frustrating... Should I just flip a coin to decide?

But wouldn't that be too hasty?

She desires beauty and freedom; to have both is the best outcome!

Just as Yin Quan was torn between staying and leaving, Wei Jun had already sent a note into Xiahou Ying's room.

After glancing at the contents of the note, Xiahou Ying, who was sitting cross-legged on the couch, handed the note back to Wei Jun. He pursed his lips and remained silent for a while before asking, "Where is the person now?"

Inside the Lanyue Pavilion, the largest restaurant in the capital.

"Oh?" Xiahou Ying raised her lips slightly at the end of her sentence, revealing a hint of a half-smile.

The most dangerous place is the safest place...

He was not mistaken.

Lu Xun's reaction was within his expectations. The only thing that worried him was whether Gu Lounan would do something out of line during this period.

Clutching the travel documents and tokens for the five kingdoms and twelve passes, Lu Xun sat in an elegant, unique, and simple guest room at Lan Yue Tower, his gaze fixed on the unfolded documents.

The travel permit and token were genuine, so he wasn't worried about whether Xiahou Ying would deceive him. After all, given the latter's status and the circumstances at the time, it would have been incredibly easy for him to harm him if he wanted to.

Lu Xun's fingers traced the edge of the brocade-framed travel document, his gaze deep and thoughtful. A faint shadow of gloom settled between his handsome, sword-like brows, as if he were deep in thought.

Suddenly, his fingertip touched a tiny protrusion that felt hard and prickly. His eyes flickered, and Lu Xun applied a little pressure to both ends of the protrusion. A shimmering silver metal sheet, as thin as a cicada's wing, emerged from the brocade, engraved with only four words: "Major Injustice".