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

Chapter 43 Reveals One's True Feelings

She stepped forward, blocking Xiahou Ying and Qin Chang'an, grabbed her hand and shook it haphazardly, saying, "Hello Chang'an, goodbye Chang'an!" With that, she slammed the door shut, then turned to glance at Xiahou Ying, her lips barely moving: "I need an explanation, but I don't want to hear it now, nor do I want to know through others. Xiahou Ying, I don't care who you loved or missed in the past, I just want to know, do you like me or not?"

Staring intently at him, Yin Quan pursed her lips and suddenly spoke again: "Forget it, forget it, forget it! Don't say anything! Don't say anything for now! I'll die of shame if you give me a negative answer right now! I really will!"

As she spoke, she ran toward the door, but someone grabbed her wrist.

"I can tell you right now. Are you sure you don't want to hear it now?" Xiahou Ying's voice came from behind him. His voice was somewhat low and helpless, but no longer cold.

"I want to..." Yin Quan was also very conflicted, so conflicted that her internal organs ached.

Damn it, why does this kind of melodramatic and outrageous thing always happen at times like this?! What did I ever do to her?!

Xiahou Ying felt a pang of pain in his heart upon noticing the slight tremor in the center of his palm.

The pain was like being cut by a dull knife, a dull, agonizing, and agonizing experience.

He held her wrist, gradually loosening his grip, as if worried that using too much force would hurt her.

He gently encircled her from behind, inhaling the sweet fruity scent of her hair. He rested his sharply defined chin on the top of her head and then gave her a light, fleeting kiss.

Standing outside the door, Qin Chang'an stared intently at the dark window frame in the night, not leaving for a long time.

How could he just let that woman lock herself out like that...?

A sudden flood of memories rushed through my mind: the laughter that once belonged only to them, the conversations that once belonged only to them, the past that once belonged only to them…

Qin Chang'an's eyes darkened, a shadow of gloom appearing on his face.

If she hadn't married the wealthy merchant from Zhaoyang; if she had stayed by his side all along, would she be the one standing beside him now?

She smiled bitterly.

The wealthy merchant's husband was robbed and killed by bandits, and even his complete body could not be found. Was this God's punishment for abandoning him?

If it's a punishment, why not take her life too, so she'll never see him again, never see the person who replaced her by his side!

She hated herself for wavering, and she was angry at her own cowardice.

After standing there for a long time, Qin Chang'an turned to leave, but just as he stepped out of the Danqu County government office, he was snatched away by a dark figure. Before he could even utter a cry of surprise, he disappeared into the vast night as if he had never been there.

Xiahou Ying and his party only spent one night in Danqu County, and set off before dawn the next day.

Staring blankly at the empty west wing of the inner yamen, Li Wan, the magistrate of Danqu County, was utterly dumbfounded. He hadn't expected that the person would leave right under his nose, and even take a horse from the yamen. He felt as if a huge rock had crushed his chest, his head was spinning and his vision was blurry, and he didn't recover for two days.

After leaving Danqu County, Xiahou Ying did not take the official road, but instead chose the most rugged and difficult mountain path. In some particularly challenging situations, even carriages were not allowed, and they had to walk, which greatly delayed their journey.

Smiling, Yin Quan followed Xiahou Ying without uttering a single complaint. She climbed the mountain path without even breaking a sweat, sometimes climbing long stretches in one go without showing any signs of fatigue. Her energy was simply boundless.

In fact, from the very beginning of their journey, Pang Ban and Wei Jun had already sensed the subtle changes in their relationship.

Her master seemed to be gentler, more proactive, and more affectionate towards her than usual...

And Miss Yin seemed to be more obedient, more compliant, and more... considerate than usual.

This is definitely a romantic relationship!

The change between the two seems to have started after Qin Chang'an came last night.

Thinking of this, Wei Jun and Pang Ban exchanged a glance and immediately understood.

It seems that the person who caused the change in feelings between the master and Miss Yin must be Qin Chang'an.

Almost subconsciously, Wei Jun looked at Xiahou Ying, pursed his lips, and felt a mix of emotions, including some relief.

Has his master finally emerged from that period of hardship...?

Walking beside Xiahou Ying, Yin Quan's heart stirred, and she suddenly took his arm and pressed herself against him.

Noticing the softness of her body, Xiahou Ying slightly curved his lips and brushed his slender fingers over the top of her head.

Looking at the soft smile on his thin, rosy lips, Yin Quan was somewhat stunned.

The slightly upturned, delicate curve is like a pink petal blooming among lush green grass after the snow melts in spring, tinged with snowmelt and dew, tender, beautiful, full of vitality, so vibrant that you want to kiss it intently and feel that exquisite touch.

"Tired?" Xiahou Ying asked in a low voice, noticing the subtle change in her expression.

"No, I'm not tired." Smiling and shaking her head, Yin Quan grasped his hand, their fingers intertwined tightly. Her palm pressed against his, as if she could feel the perfect fit between their lines, which made her feel incredibly at ease.

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Ying reached out and brushed away the stray hairs that had been ruffled by the wind from her forehead. His movements were gentle and tender, and his smooth fingertips seemed to hold a glimmer of spring water, emitting a faint glow in the sunlight.

His expression was focused, with a hint of doting affection, as light as wisps of willow catkins, gently settling on Yin Quan's heart.

She stared intently into his clear, dark eyes, as bright as the cold moonlight. Her beautiful eyes curved into crescent moons as she smiled, and her two small canine teeth glittered in the pale golden light, just like her bright, starry eyes at that moment.

Her eyebrows were straight, thick, and arched.

Her eyes were long and beautiful.

A high, straight nose, thin lips, smooth earlobes—hers, hers, hers.

Xiahou Ying is entirely hers!

It belongs entirely to her!

"What are you thinking about..." Seeing her undisguised gaze, Xiahou Ying frowned slightly and gently pinched the tip of her nose.

"I was thinking of you." Holding his fingers, Yin Quan smiled, her eyes crinkling.

Seeing the two of them being so affectionate, Wei Jun and Pang Ban started looking up at the clouds again.

The weather is so nice...

Suddenly, the two people looking up at the sky noticed a strangely shaped dark cloud not far away on the horizon.

The dark clouds seemed to be alive, drifting towards them at an extremely fast speed, and there was even a faint buzzing sound of wings.

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Ying took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom and handed it to Yin Quan. He then shielded her behind him and said to the two people in front of him, "It's Loulan poisonous bees. Release the smoke signal." Before he could finish speaking, a bright red figure, as red as fire, flew out from the swarm of bees, like a cluster of sparks bursting from a raging fire, which was very eye-catching.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t do this.” The person shouted and stopped in front of Wei Jun and Pang Ban. She was a woman.

Peering out from Xiahou Ying's side, Yin Quan saw the woman and her eyes widened in surprise.

Those breasts! 34E, right?!

Those legs! They must be at least a meter long!

That waist! About 1.6 feet?!

And that heavily made-up face! Holy crap, she's a stunningly beautiful, long-legged goddess!

The woman was dressed in a fiery red outfit, with a leather belt about the width of a hand around her waist. The belt had many leather pouches attached to it, and each pouch contained a porcelain bottle of a different color.

"So it was you who ordered the poison gas to injure our people?" The long-legged goddess raised her eyebrows, pointing towards the spot between Wei Jun and Pang Ban, her face full of arrogance.

"Who are you, and why are you following us?" Ignoring the haughty expression of the long-legged goddess, Wei Jun coldly retorted.

"Hand over the antidote obediently! I might spare your lives! Otherwise, I'll turn you into a beehive!" The long-legged goddess's expression suddenly turned fierce, her hands pressed against the matching porcelain bottles on either side of her waist, looking ready to pounce.

Looking at the two men who were about to draw their swords, Yin Quan felt completely terrified.

That long-legged goddess has such a fiery temper...

Can't people just listen to what others are saying...?

"Hey, long-legged goddess, have you misunderstood something?" Yin Quan rubbed his forehead and walked out from behind Xiahou Ying, looking at the woman in red and shrugging.

Upon seeing Yin Quan, the woman in red did not remove her hands from the porcelain vase at her waist, but her slightly hunched back straightened up a little.

Long-legged goddess...? Is she talking about herself?

She narrowed her long, phoenix-shaped eyes, somewhat puzzled.

"Look, didn't he just say that your people were the ones who followed us first? There were twenty of you, and you even brought five wolves to follow us. Anyone would be on guard. You should be glad that we only poisoned them and didn't kill them outright."

As Yin Quan spoke, he pushed aside Wei Jun and Pang Ban on the left and right, and walked straight to the woman in red. He raised his chin slightly and looked at her with a smile in his eyes. The smile seemed gentle, but it was tinged with a trace of murderous intent, which made the woman in red frown.

“Now, let’s do it again…” Yin Quan said, slowing down her speech.

"Who are you? Why were your men following us a day ago? You outnumbered us, yet you didn't alert them. What do you want?"

Upon hearing this, the woman in red pursed her lips, stared at Yin Quan hesitantly for a long time, and then took out a blue gourd from behind her. She pulled out the wooden stopper, and a buzzing sound that made one's scalp tingle rushed over. Immediately afterwards, all the Loulan poisonous bees crawled into the gourd.

“My name is Lian Hongling. We are from Dongling, a friendly tribe of the Mongol tribe in the north. When the Mongol tribe rebelled, we, the remnants of our clan, fled here in search of Princess Harina. A few days ago, we heard that the emperor had sent Prince Duan to the Mongol border to quell the rebellion and stop the refugees. We have been entrenched in this area until yesterday when someone reported that they had encountered a carriage resembling Prince Duan's. Because we were unsure, we observed it first. You all know what happened next.” After Lian Hongling finished speaking, she glared at Wei Jun with a stern face.

“Words are meaningless. Do you have any proof?” Yin Quan said, ignoring her unpleasant expression.

"What other evidence do you need? I am the evidence. We, the hundreds of descendants of the Eastern Mausoleum clan, are the evidence!" Lian Hongling said, suddenly becoming emotional and rolling up her sleeves, displaying a section of her fair arm to everyone, saying, "This is the evidence!"

Seeing the bright red mark that stretched like a vine across the center of the snow-white arm, Yin Quan frowned and looked at Xiahou Ying, who simply said, "I heard that after the Chahar coup, in order to prevent large-scale riots, poison was planted on all the Mongol tribes and their allied peoples. Only those who submit can get the antidote."

After hearing this, Yin Quan pursed her lips.