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

Chapter 5 Deceiving the Heavens

From the day Yin Quan successfully escaped from the General's Mansion, there has not been a single day of peace in the entire mansion.

If they look for someone, it's not appropriate to do it openly; if they don't, they won't be able to explain themselves to Prince Duan.

Liu Ruyue vented all her resentment on the maids and servants.

Three days passed in a row, and her unease grew stronger and stronger. All her fears finally erupted at noon when Wei Jun delivered the betrothal gifts.

Looking at the white-clad man standing unmoved in the front hall, Liu Ruyue's heart pounded like a drum, the thumping sound making her internal organs ache.

Who is Prince Duan? He is someone even the current emperor has to give some face to. How could a mere general's mansion afford to offend him?

Now that little hussy Yin Quan has long since disappeared, the most urgent task is to figure out how to explain things to the Prince Duan's mansion!

Her slender, fair fingers, like tender onions, twisted the silk handkerchief incessantly. The more Liu Ruyue thought about it, the colder her heart became. Suddenly, she spotted Cuiyu, the maid who used to serve Yin Quan in her room, in the distance. A bold idea immediately formed in her mind.

"I am deeply grateful for the Prince's kindness. On behalf of my daughter, I thank the Prince. However..." Unaware of the fleeting sharpness in Liu Ruyue's eyes, Yin Zhengting was about to reveal the whole story of Yin Quan's escape from home when he was interrupted by the beautiful woman beside him, whose jewelry jingled.

“Master, this Prince Duan is really generous. He brought ten cartloads of betrothal gifts. Our Quan’er will be much more fortunate to marry into this General’s Mansion than she is here. Don’t you think so?”

As she spoke, Liu Ruyue glanced at Yin Zhengting. In that brief exchange of glances, he understood what she was thinking.

Yin Zhengting's slightly parted lips moved slightly, but he ultimately did not stop Liu Ruyue.

Prince Duan had never met Yin Quan and would never know what she looked like.

Now that his youngest daughter has refused to marry and run away from home, he ordered his men to search for her for three whole days but they could not find her. A young woman who has just come of age is wandering alone outside. She has probably already fallen into the belly of wild beasts and turned into a pile of bones.

Thinking about it this way, what Liu Ruyue planned might not be a bad idea.

Thinking of this, Yin Zhengting calmed down, and his slightly tense old face relaxed.

Quan'er, if you know this from beyond the grave, don't blame your father for being heartless. If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for not having the fate to bear it...

Inside the Prince Duan's residence, although Xiahou Ying was out of Yin Quan's sight, he remained standing at the door with his hands behind his back and did not actually leave.

He always retained a sense of curiosity about Yin Quan.

Standing at the doorway, looking inside, a slight softening appeared on his indifferent and aloof face. He looked silently at Yin Quan, whose face was ashen and who was grinding her teeth, and his emotions were somewhat complicated.

Her expressions always seemed very rich, especially when she was cursing herself.

She was just an unloved illegitimate daughter...

Inside the general's mansion, after seeing Wei Jun off, Yin Zhengting dismissed his attendants and turned to Liu Ruyue, his eyes filled with a hint of doubt: "Are you planning to 'deceive everyone'?"

"As expected of you, Master, nothing I do can escape your eyes." With a slight bow, Liu Ruyue smiled shyly, but the glint in her eyes did not conceal the malice within.

“Prince Duan has never met Ninth Miss. Even if we didn’t send her on the wedding day, he wouldn’t know. Besides, who is Prince Duan? Anyone who marries into Prince Duan’s mansion will enjoy a lifetime of wealth and honor… As long as she has that fate…” Liu Ruyue said, a smile playing on her lips. The smile was like a knife, a knife stained with a beautiful but deadly poison.

Without making a sound, she glanced at Cuiyu, the maid who had been waiting by her side, and Liu Ruyue's beautiful face showed a deepening smile.

Although Cuiyu had been serving Yin Quan from the beginning, she was someone Yin Quan had arranged. Although it wasn't for that purpose at first, now that the situation had arisen, there was no reason to hesitate.

Noticing the dark glint in the eyes of the person beside him, Yin Zhengting's tiger-like eyes flickered slightly, already discerning some clues.

Inside the Prince Duan's residence, Xiahou Ying stood with his hands behind his back outside Yin Quan's room, his lips slightly pursed. The subtle emotion in his heart had not dissipated, but his deep black eyes were clear and calm, without the slightest ripple. Only when a barely perceptible breeze arose behind him did he regain his composure.

"Are the people from the General's Mansion still searching for Yin Quan's whereabouts?" Xiahou Ying asked indifferently, turning around with his hands behind his back, but his gaze did not fall on the slender figure that resembled a wisp of thick black mist.

Hearing this, Long Jue nodded and took out a completely black wooden token from his waist. The token was engraved with a striking and scarlet character "Liu".

Upon seeing this, a slight wrinkle appeared between Xiahou Ying's already aloof brows.

Besides the people sent by Yin Zhengting, there were other people searching for Yin Quan's whereabouts...

With his gaze fixed on the character "柳" (Liu), which appeared dark and almost black in the sunlight, Xiahou Ying pursed his thin lips and handed the waist token back to Long Jue.

"Stand guard here. If there is any unusual movement, kill without mercy."

Although his voice was calm, it was extremely cold, enough to send chills down one's spine just by hearing it.

Lowering his gaze even further, Long Jue gave a slight bow before disappearing from Xiahou Ying's sight like a wisp of smoke, slowly dissipating.

Hearing the rustling sounds outside the door, Yin Quan, still prostrate on the ground, frowned deeply, and at the same time, a sense of confusion arose in her heart.

That germaphobe didn't leave?

That's not scientific...

Just as she was speculating, a figure as white as snow slowly walked in. She felt a sudden tightness in her throat, and she shifted her body forcefully, turning her back to him to show her anger.

“I’m angry.” He stared at her thin body and said.

She knew the answer already! She took a deep breath and firmly adhered to the three no's policy: no speaking, no acknowledgment, and no response.

"It's your own fault."

"Xiahou Ying!" The Three No's Policy collapsed instantly.

"I saved your life, yet instead of being grateful, you have defied me at every turn, even attempting to kill me... I will not pursue these matters..."

You clearly said it was your horse that saved me... When did it become you?!

Xiahou Ying glanced at Yin Quan's eyes, which widened suddenly and then narrowed again, and continued, "You are rude and disregard rules. You have brought this trouble upon yourself, and it has nothing to do with anyone else."

Biting her lip hard, Yin Quan wanted to retort, but couldn't find the words.

She had to admit that although Xiahou Ying's indifferent tone was infuriating, every word he said was logical and irrefutable, and that was what made her feel most suffocated.

Just as she was feeling frustrated, Xiahou Ying, who was as noble and aloof as a god, suddenly looked at her. His dark eyes seemed to hold a deep sea, rippling in the pale golden sunlight, captivating yet chilling.

"Long Jue, take her to change her clothes."

After saying that, he turned and walked away, his straight and indifferent back making Yin Quan's eyes hurt. The eye pain intensified, and her confusion deepened.

Changing clothes?! Changing to what clothes?!

He's taking her out?!

Just as she was puzzled, she saw Long Jue's figure, which was like a black smoke screen, float past her. His feet stepped on the black terrazzo floor, as if they were one with it, without making a sound.

She felt the woman in black move in front of her in an instant, then stuff a white pill the size of a longan into her mouth, and then, without any gentleness, press the indentation in the center of her collarbone, grab her arms with both hands, and stroke her fingers down from her shoulders.