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

Chapter 3: Touching won't get you pregnant.

In contrast to the ostentatious and luxurious exterior, this place appears exceptionally understated and elegant.

The walls and floors were all white, not the tasteless, pale white, but a milky white that seemed to hold energy and heat.

At each of the four corners of the pool, a statue of a mythical beast is cast according to its location: Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise.

Hot water slowly flowed from the mouths of the four mythical beasts, and pearly white mist floated above the pool. Stepping into it felt like being in a fairyland.

Beside the pool was a row of snow-white clothes racks, each with an identical white robe hanging on it, just like the one Yin Quan had worn when she first saw Xiahou Ying.

The trailing fabric remains unstained, the body remains unwrinkled, like the clear moonlight reflecting off a body of extravagance.

Extending a finger towards the snow-white robe that shimmered like the moon, Yin Quan swallowed hard, a slight tremor running through his fingertips.

Don't touch it with your dirty hands.

A cold, indifferent voice slowly rose through the misty air, abruptly shattering the excitement in Yin Quan's mind.

"Damn it, touching me won't get you pregnant!"

Rolling her eyes and making a face, Yin Quan stuck out her tongue.

She said her hands were dirty! Your hands are dirty! Your whole family has dirty hands! She won't even let anyone touch her tattered clothes! But she touched them anyway! She touched them!

With a "whoosh," just as Yin Quan's fingertips were about to touch the snow-white robe, a tall figure suddenly stood up from the misty pool, creating a curtain of water. At the same time, a blood jade the size of a longan shot out from the water curtain. With a muffled "plop," Yin Quan felt a darkness before her eyes and immediately lost consciousness.

Hearing the soft thud of a body hitting the ground, Xiahou Ying, standing in the white jade pool, pursed his lips and walked towards the limp body, dragging his robes soaked with the hot spring water.

He lowered his gaze to look at Yin Quan, who had fallen into a deep sleep after he had acupunctured her. His brows furrowed slightly, and a meaningful inquiry lingered in his unfathomable black eyes, which were as clear as the cold moonlight.

Yin Quan, the illegitimate daughter of a military family...

It seems that things are not quite the same as the rumors.

"Touching it won't get you pregnant..."

Xiahou Ying's thin, crimson lips moved slightly as he repeated her words to himself. Gazing at her completely expressionless face, he continued to whisper, "Yin Quan, what are you thinking..."

Yin Quan had actually regained consciousness quite some time ago.

But she really wanted to stay in that warm and fragrant bed a little longer so she wouldn't have to suffer Xiahou Ying's temper too soon.

She huddled under the covers, her eyes darting around in the darkness as she tried to think of a way to escape.

The spot on her chest where she had been hit was still throbbing slightly. She frowned and rubbed the spot.

He knocked her unconscious over a piece of tattered clothing...

What a pervert...

Should she just pretend to be unconscious forever? No, given Xiahou's twisted nature, she'll end up a dried-up corpse here sooner or later...

Thinking this, Yin Quan frowned even more, and the spot on her chest where the blood jade had struck her became even more sore.

Suddenly, her fingers touched something hard. Her eyes flashed, and she pulled a hairpin from her bosom.

Fortunately, the hairpin was hanging around her neck, so it wasn't taken away.

In her haste to escape from the general's mansion, all her loose silver was washed away by the river. Now, the only valuable thing she owns is this silver hairpin.

Even if he can't exchange it for money, he can at least defend himself. In short, Attorney Yin would never let himself suffer a loss.

In crucial moments, you still have to rely on yourself...

Staring at the cotton quilt rolled into a cocoon shape on the couch, Xiahou Ying pursed his lips and stood there without saying a word. His dark eyes were filled with a deep, cold light, like the clear glow of the moon, as clear and cold as water.

It seems he didn't hit her too hard; she woke up after only a day and a night.

Secretly lifting a corner of the quilt, Yin Quan saw a robe that cascaded onto the black terrazzo floor like moonlight, resembling a reflection of the moon in water, radiating a bright and lustrous sheen.

Her snow-white robe was just as it had been when she first met him, trailing on the ground without a speck of dust, and without a single wrinkle. It was like flowing water, like fine jade, and seemed to be enveloped in celestial holy light, capable of cleansing the soul with just one glance.

Unfortunately, she knew all too well that everything before her was just an illusion! An illusion designed to lure the enemy into a false sense of security!

Swallowing hard, Yin Quan's palms, which were gripping the silver hairpin, were sweaty.

Success or failure depends on this!

She let out a shout in her heart, took a deep breath, and suddenly sprang up from under the covers...

Yin Quan had just raised his arm to make a thrusting motion when, unexpectedly, the sweat in his palm caused his only defensive weapon to fly out with a whoosh. It was heading straight for Xiahou Ying's face, but just as it was about to pierce his left eye, it vanished without a trace, without even a sound of falling to the ground. It simply disappeared into thin air.

Seeing that her sneak attack had failed, Yin Quan decisively crossed her legs and sat up like a lady, hugging her knees with both hands, as if nothing had happened, and looked away from the curtain.

Her little hairpin, which she used to save her life... she died so tragically before fulfilling her duty...

Time passed second by second, and Yin Quan had a feeling that Xiahou Ying had not left.

My arms are sore, my legs are numb, and even my neck is stiff.

Damn! She's exhausted!

Finally unable to withstand the loud protests of every cell in her body, Yin Quan collapsed. At that moment, Xiahou Ying, who had been standing not far from her bed, finally spoke slowly: "It's really surprising that you could hold on for so long."

So he's just standing there to see how long she can hold that pose?! What kind of mentality is that?!

Yin Quan went mad again.

In fact, she wasn't someone who easily became agitated. After all, she was a lawyer, and in court, she had to maintain a high level of focus and composure at all times. But when she was with Xiahou Ying, all her composure and restraint seemed to disappear, or rather, he seemed to have eaten them all.

Staring at Xiahou Ying's cold and indifferent yet stunningly beautiful face, she was certain that this person was a monster, the kind that could bring ruin to the country and its people.

Without avoiding Yin Quan's direct and resentful gaze, Xiahou Ying's indifferent black eyes, as clear as the cold moonlight, held a subtle glint as he briefly swept his gaze over her before quickly moving on.

The implications are incredibly complex: disdain, disgust, contempt... it encompasses everything.

When those bright, sparkling eyes gave Yin Quan such a meaningful look, she immediately felt as if a huge rock had been crushed in her chest, and the resentment in her heart grew even heavier.

Damn Xiahou Ying! Why should she have to put up with this kind of humiliation!

She jumped off the bed and charged at Xiahou Ying with great momentum, but before she could take three steps, she was suddenly bound like a dumpling by a white silk ribbon that appeared out of nowhere.

Suddenly losing her balance, Yin Quan crashed face down to the ground. In a moment of panic, she closed her eyes tightly, but the pain she expected did not come as expected.

She opened her eyes, and the dark terrazzo floor was only inches from the tip of her nose. She struggled to lift her head and saw the white silk in his hand, as well as his unfathomable black eyes. His brows furrowed even more tightly than before.

"Hold on tight."

A calm and indifferent voice suddenly rang out from above, and Yin Quan looked at Xiahou Ying with a completely bewildered expression.

What's good for supporting the body?

Just as a hint of confusion arose in her mind, she suddenly felt a sense of relief and fell hard onto the black terrazzo floor with a "thud".

"I have already reminded you."

"Xiahou Ying! Go to hell!—"

Upon suddenly hearing a sharp, piercing shout coming from inside the room, Wei Jun, who was guarding outside, almost instinctively trembled.

Looking across the entire Western Liang Kingdom, the only person who would dare to curse his master to death in such a direct way is probably this strange and talkative future princess...

Just as he was pondering, Prince Duan, Xiahou Ying, dressed in a snow-white robe and looking as clean and tidy as a god, came out of the room.

Seeing this, Wei Jun quickly followed.

"Did she escape from the General's Mansion?" He hadn't taken more than a few steps forward when he suddenly stopped and turned around to look back.

"That's exactly right, Master."

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Ying's tightly pursed lips twitched, opening a narrow slit.

Seeing the faint smile on his master's lips, Wei Jun felt a chill run down his spine. He hadn't seen his master display such a rich range of expressions in a very long time.