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

Chapter 33 Bathing with a Beauty

Seeing the girl's eyes flicker and her lips tremble slightly, Yin Quan continued, "A girl your age should be enjoying her youth and her parents' love at home. The southern border tribes have been frequently flooded recently. If I'm not mistaken, you should already be homeless." As she said this, Yin Quan raised her gaze from her fingernails to look at the girl, who was covered in dirt and had a sallow complexion. Her gaze was calm but contained a hint of determination.

Staring intently at her, the girl pursed her lips and slowly straightened up from her slightly lowered posture.

"Hey, why don't you consider coming with me and becoming my maid?" Seeing that the girl's cold and hard face softened slightly, Yin Quan pressed on while the iron was hot.

"Father said that girls should keep themselves pure and chaste! Even if they have nowhere else to turn, they should never fall into prostitution and degenerate!" The girl raised her small face and spoke in a clear voice.

"You think I'm a madam?!" Yin Quan glared.

"Otherwise, why would you make me your maid?" the girl retorted.

Yin Quan remained silent.

"So you're the princess who abandoned Prince Duan on her wedding day and ran away..." The girl realized after hearing Wei Jun's explanation.

"So I'm that famous?" Yin Quan touched her face, looking embarrassed, which made Wei Jun's mouth twitch.

"Aren't you afraid of being beheaded? Father said that Prince Duan is cursed by a jinx, and has caused the deaths of seven wives."

"I'm scared, you don't know, he..."

Listening to the two women gossiping about their master in his ear, Wei Jun was utterly bewildered.

Should we stop it or not...?

Let's just pretend we didn't hear it...

"What's your name?" After chatting for a quarter of an hour, Yin Quan suddenly realized that he hadn't asked the girl's name yet.

"Harina".

"Alright, from now on, you will be my personal maid..." Before Yin Quan could finish speaking, Wei Jun suddenly interrupted.

"Miss Yin, may I have a word with you in private?"

Turning her gaze to him, Yin Quan frowned. Although somewhat confused, she still followed Wei Jun to the other end of the hall.

“All servants and guards entering the Prince’s mansion must undergo rigorous background checks and assessments. I hope you understand the Prince’s good intentions in doing this, Miss Yin.” Wei Jun’s expression was very cautious, and even his gaze was more reserved than usual.

Yin Quan stared at him for a long while before looking away.

“I know what you’re all worried about. Fine, the background check and assessment will proceed according to his rules, but…” She paused abruptly, her gaze shifting from indifference to unwavering resolve: “Once you’re certain she’s innocent, then never doubt her again. Can you guarantee that?”

Frowning, Wei Jun did not answer her.

From the past to the present, he knew what a perilous environment his master lived in, and he always believed that everything his master did, whether ruthless or domineering, was not wrong.

If one must find a reason for the master's cruelty, it is probably directly related to the death of his mother.

After all, for a thirteen-year-old boy, watching his mother being torn apart by five horses and then fed to hungry dogs was a deep-seated hatred and grudge that few could bear.

"Alright, it would be a bit difficult for you to make a guarantee. Anyway, I can take the person back, right?" With a wave of her hand, Yin Quan returned to her usual casual demeanor.

Hearing the sound, Wei Jun nodded silently and watched as Yin Quan greeted Harina, and the two of them went downstairs together.

By the time they returned to the Prince's residence, it was already dark.

After settling Harina in, Yin Quan looked around but couldn't find Xiahou Ying. Just as she was wondering what was going on, Pang Ban walked towards her. She rolled her eyes and stepped forward to stop him.

"Where is your master? I haven't seen him anywhere."

"The master is taking a bath and has ordered that no one should disturb him; anyone who disobeys will be executed without mercy," Pang Ban replied expressionlessly. His already somewhat gloomy complexion appeared even more somber under the dim sky.

After hearing this, Yin Quan lowered her arms, glanced in the direction of the bathroom, and then crossed her arms.

It's just taking a bath... You're quick to threaten to kill without mercy, this order is clearly meant for you...

It made her seem like a lecherous monster with no fear whatsoever...

He really thought she enjoyed watching him take a shower!

Tsk tsk, so narcissistic!

Despite her thoughts, Yin Quan rolled her eyes, glancing repeatedly in the direction of the bathroom. The displeasure on her face gradually faded, replaced by longing.

It just means no disturbing... it didn't say no peeking...

Thinking this, Yin Quan smiled, a smile that was both lewd and seductive.

Walking along the winding corridor, she finally saw the bathroom's rustic architecture just before her patience gave out.

Pushing open the door and stepping onto the iridescent glazed stone floor, she quickly arrived at the bathtub, which was entirely made of white marble. Looking through the window, she could only see a layer of pearly white mist floating inside. Apart from hearing the gurgling sound of water slowly flowing from the mouths of the four beasts, she could not see anything else.

Yin Quan bit her lip and frowned.

Damn, the fog is so thick, I can't see the aloof beauty at all...

So, I guess I still have to sneak into the front lines...

If we get caught, we'll lose our heads...

Recalling Pang Ban's deep voice, Yin Quan involuntarily shrank her neck.

It felt as if Xiahou Ying had pressed a cold blade against the back of her neck, ready to snatch her head away in the next second.

With her hands resting on the door frame, the sound of rushing water in her ears, and fog obscuring visibility of less than a meter in front of her, Yin Quan swallowed hard.

With such a loud splashing sound, if she just pushed the door open and went in, he probably wouldn't notice.

but……

A hint of hesitation arose in her heart, and Yin Quan bit her lip, increasing the pressure.

Xiahou Ying knows martial arts. What if he has amazing hearing like the heroes in martial arts novels? Plus, the fog is so thick here. What if he mistakes me for an assassin and kills me with one blow? Wouldn't that be a wrongful death?

Thinking this, Yin Quan shuddered, took a slight step back, and moved her hands away from the door.

Just as she was having second thoughts, a "whoosh" sound suddenly came from the bathtub, and a figure gradually became clear in the misty steam. Yin Quan swallowed hard, her heart pounding.

To die beneath a peony blossom is enough; even as a ghost, I have no worries!

She pushed open the door and rushed in, but slipped and slid forward with a "BIU" as she stepped on the damp, misty white jade floor, then fell heavily into the steaming bathtub with a "plop," choking on several mouthfuls of water.

While thrashing about in the pool, Yin Quan felt a smooth, silky texture on her palm and immediately scrambled up to it like an octopus.

Her mouth and nose were burning from the sudden fall into the water, and she coughed, coughing up snot and tears.

Wiping the mixture of snot and tears from her face, she rubbed it against the smooth "pillar" in her arms. As her vision gradually cleared, Yin Quan froze, her eyes widening and her lips slightly parted, clearly showing her shock.

Damn it! Why would she mistake Xiahou Ying for a pillar?!

Did she just wipe her snot, tears, and maybe a little bit of saliva on his chest?

God! Just let a bolt of lightning strike her dead!

It's better to be struck by lightning than to be tortured to death by Xiahou Ying!

Let go or not?!

Staring blankly at Xiahou Ying, whose expression was unpredictable and stiff, Yin Quan's arm remained tightly wrapped around his neck. For a moment, the two of them froze.

Her clothes, soaked in hot water, felt weightless. Her upper body clung tightly to his strong, naked body, and the collar, loosened by the hot water, swayed uncertainly on the surface of the water, like a wisp of waterweed, teasing Xiahou Ying's chest.

The two were pressed so close together that the momentary shock and anger had turned into a strange and peculiar thrill.

His chest was pressed against her soft breasts, and his waist and abdomen were caressed by her supple skin. Xiahou Ying remained motionless, his gaze fixed on one spot, afraid that if he turned his eyes even slightly, he would see the boundless spring scenery beneath her snow-white neck and wide-open neckline.

The hot water lifted her light green dress, like winding, rolling water plants, gently and heavily brushing against Xiahou Ying's skin with the buoyancy of the hot water.

A surge of heat rose within his body; whether from the boiling spring or from someone else, Xiahou Ying felt somewhat agitated, yet he remained motionless.

Yin Quan dared not raise her head, fearing that the slightest movement would cause her to be blasted to pieces by his rage. She looked at the red cherry on his chest, which seemed to be coated with a hazy pearly sheen in the shimmering light of the water, glowing with a faint pink luster, sparkling and alluring.

Swallowing hard, Yin Quan suddenly recalled the tender, pink lips of Xiahou Ying that she had kissed two days ago. Although the soft, delicate touch was only a fleeting sensation, it seemed to be rooted in her heart, never to be forgotten.

Driven by some inexplicable desire, she suddenly lowered her head. Just as her lips were about to touch that little red cherry, Xiahou Ying suddenly stood up. Caught off guard, Yin Quan slipped and grabbed something on his body in a hurry. Although she didn't fall, she bumped into his strong abdominal muscles, and her lips slid down with him, pressing straight against his navel.

Xiahou Ying's abdominal muscles were so firm that she felt so much pain that she wanted to cry. She covered her sore nose and finally managed to stand up straight. Yin Quan looked at him and immediately opened her eyes wide in horror.

Despite the thick, pearly white mist floating on the pool, obscuring everything, Yin Quan still felt a chilling sense of despair.

She really didn't mean to pull down his pants... it was just an accident...

Yin Quan was in tears.

The mist was so thick that she couldn't see his face or his expression at all.

But one thing she was certain of was that Xiahou Ying's expression must be extremely unpleasant.

Thinking this, Yin Quan involuntarily shrank back. After making sure she had kept a certain distance from him, she spoke tremblingly, "I didn't mean to... This was just an accident..." After saying that, she submerged her entire body in the water, with only her head above water.

The air pressure suddenly dropped, and although she was soaking in hot water, she inexplicably felt a chill rising quietly inside her body.

After not seeing Xiahou Ying's reaction for a long time, Yin Quan began to have wild thoughts.

Will he be so ashamed and indignant that he kills himself by smashing his head against a wall?

Or perhaps, overcome with shame and anger, he ran her over and killed her?

Mommy...

Just as she was thinking, she felt a cold hand grab the back of her neck and lift her up. Yin Quan's vision went dark, and when she came to her senses, all she could see was Xiahou Ying's lustrous, jade-like skin.

Water droplets condensed and gathered on his body before sliding down, tracing the alluring patterns of his perfect skin. His aura swept over him like a tidal wave, carrying anger and coldness, yet hissing and buzzing when it touched the churning hot water in the pool, as if the burning desires splashed with cold water were emitting angry growls from their hearts full of resentment.