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

Chapter 50 Crisis Approaching

She even began to suspect that these people might be after her life, but she had no clue what was going on.

If you want to threaten Xiahou Ying, wouldn't it be more useful to keep her alive?

But now, she really couldn't understand their determination to take her life.

Outside the camp, twenty Ghost Slayers faced off against five hundred Northern Garrison rebels. Although they were rebels, they were once elite soldiers loyal to Xiliang, and each of them was extremely difficult to deal with.

As people in the Ghost Slayer team began to get injured, Yin Quan, who was being protected by Pang Ban, gritted her teeth and suddenly remembered Lian Hongling behind her.

A thought struck her, and she gave Lian Hongling a wink. The latter immediately understood, pulling out two porcelain bottles from each side of her waist and holding them between her fingers. Then, she used her teeth to pull out the corks. She heard the sound of wings fluttering up from the bushes in the distance. Yin Quan glanced at the swarm of bees that had formed a dark cloud, and then quickly looked away.

Xiahou Ying and others, who were lying in ambush at the gate of Luming Pass, also noticed the strange vibrations coming from the ground. Lu Xun, in particular, immediately ordered his generals to go down the mountain and wait for orders.

As night deepened, whistling sounds echoed from Deer Cry Mountain, like the agonizing wails of a woman, sending chills down one's spine.

The tremors from the ground grew more intense. Xiahou Ying stared at the dark, ghostly outline of Deer Cry Mountain, his lips pressed tightly together.

Five hundred elite troops stationed in the north seemed to have vanished into thin air within this pass, leaving not even a trace of their presence.

It's not the rainy season, so the tremors coming from the ground are really strange.

Suddenly, a huge, dark silhouette roared down from the top of the mountain wall behind them, accompanied by the sound of small stones colliding, and with a thunderous roar, it stirred up a cloud of dust.

Startled, Xiahou Ying suddenly mounted the nearest horse and shouted to Shen Xin, "Order the soldiers to retreat one hundred meters! Avoid the mountain slopes! Only attack when the ground stops shaking!"

After saying that, he almost immediately sped away.

The twenty-man squad of the Oni-Giri Akazuri would struggle against five hundred elite guards from the Northern Garrison, but they would be enough to buy time...

The night wind billowed his snow-white clothes as he sped through the dense, dark forest, like a shooting star streaked with ice and thorns, disappearing into the endless night in an instant.

As the dense crowd thinned out, Yin Quan peered through the shadows and saw a tall, straight figure standing behind the archers in the firelight burning in the dark night. His eyes were sharp and bright, like frost-covered blades, piercing straight to the heart.

Yin Quan had met the unknown deputy general stationed in the north, and she knew that he was definitely not a rebel soldier stationed in the north.

Almost involuntarily, she gripped Pang Ban's arm tightly; her intuition told her that the person standing at the back of the line was dangerous.

Noticing the subtle change in her expression, Pang Ban pursed his lips, followed her gaze, frowned slightly, but remained expressionless.

Suddenly, at that moment, the figure leaped up from behind the archers, like an eagle that had been lying in wait for a long time. With a cloak billowing behind him, he instantly appeared in front of Pang Ban.

Suddenly everything went black. Pang Ban stretched out his arm and thrust his black sword forward, but only managed to pierce a black afterimage. His arm strength was so great that he didn't have time to stop his attack. However, he flicked out a cold light with his left hand. With a "clang", he knocked down the curved sword that had swept towards Yin Quan's chest.

With lightning speed, Yin Quan caught the curved knife that was about to fall to the ground. She twisted the hilt and thrust it out from under Pang Ban's arm. The man seemed to be startled, but caught off guard, he still did a somersault. With a "ripping" sound, the black robe covering him was torn open with a long slit. Several silvery lights flowed out like water from the seemingly bottomless black robe, dazzling everyone.

"You're a woman!" she exclaimed, but Yin Quan didn't stop what she was doing. She continued, "Women don't need to be polite!"

Startled by her shout, Pang Ban's already furrowed brows furrowed even more deeply than before.

The figure was momentarily stunned by her outburst, but quickly regained its composure.

With a flick of her arms, two streaks of silver light flowed into her hands. The man, wielding a sword in both hands, rushed toward Pang Ban and Yin Quan at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow. Just then, a series of chilling flapping sounds rose from all around and charged toward the woman in black robes.

"Hongling, sting her face!" Yin Quan shouted at Lian Hongling, his face beaming.

Upon hearing this, Lian Hongling's hand holding the porcelain bottle trembled almost unconsciously.

Even a single sting from a Loulan venomous bee would be bad enough, let alone hundreds of them all attacking her face. Even if the woman survived, she would likely be disfigured...

The piercing screams grew louder and louder as the woman, whose face remained hidden beneath her black robe, cried out in terror, but to no avail. Seeing her face covered in a dense mass of poisonous bees, each as thick as a human finger, Yin Quan frowned, her chest heaving.

She was never a ruthless person, but she knew how to protect herself.

On the battlefield, leaving the enemy no way out is the greatest protection for one's own people.

Looking down at the struggling figure gradually quieting down, Yin Quan nodded to Lian Hongling, who then put away the remaining poisonous bees.

With their commander dead, the remaining rebel army collapsed immediately, and some even gave up resistance and were willing to be captured.

A desperate battle raged for almost the entire night. By the time Xiahou Ying finally arrived on horseback, the entire Northern Garrison Camp was completely unrecognizable and riddled with holes.

Walking among the corpses lying haphazardly, Xiahou Ying spotted Yin Quan standing in the center of the Ghost Slash in the distance.

His brow furrowed suddenly, and he quickened his pace.

"We killed 483 rebels, including their commander, and captured 18. Our army suffered 21 wounded and 376 dead. The Ghost Slayer Army suffered no deaths and only 4 wounded." Pang Ban reported the casualties in a deep voice. Yin Quan stood in front of him, looking at the prisoners kneeling on the ground with an inscrutable expression.

Suddenly, she took a step forward and walked to the row of rebel soldiers who were bound by ropes and kneeling in a row. She said loudly, "You have betrayed us and will bear the infamy for eternity. Our dynasty has no need for traitorous soldiers like you. According to military law, you will be sentenced to death today. However, I am willing to keep silent about what you have done. Your bodies will be transported back to your hometowns and given a proper burial in the name of martyrdom! I hope that in your next life you can be true iron bulwarks of the country and protect the land of Xiliang!" As she spoke, Yin Quan looked at Pang Ban, who was obviously caught off guard by this, but almost subconsciously obeyed her orders.

Upon hearing this, the eighteen captured rebel soldiers all looked up at her.

As dawn broke, rays of golden-red sunlight pierced through the clouds and poured straight down from the sky, shining on her like flowing golden sand, casting circles of pale golden, pearly luster on her slightly torn clothes.

A touch of heroic spirit emanated from her brows, bathed in the bright glow of the sunset, making people unconsciously want to get closer and absorb her charm.

The soldiers stared at her, and she did not flinch, focusing intently on responding to every gaze cast upon her by the rebel soldiers.

Finally, after a long silence, someone shouted, "Thank you for your help, young lady!"

These words, once uttered, were like a boulder falling into the sea, stirring up thousands of waves and causing a ripple.

The eighteen captured soldiers all looked at Yin Quan, their bloodthirsty, murderous aura gone, replaced by gratitude for being cared for.

With a swift movement, Yin Quan plunged the knife into the throat, choosing not to behead these people, but to slit their necks.

Standing there watching this scene, Xiahou Ying felt a mix of emotions, yet a gentle tenderness remained within him.

He never imagined that she, who was so afraid of death, would choose to defuse the anger of the captured rebel soldiers at the very end.

He had thought she only possessed endless cleverness, but he never imagined she was so wise.

She always seemed incredible to him.

This was true in the past, it is true now, and it will likely continue in the future.

Seeing the eighteen people fall to the ground, Yin Quan breathed a sigh of relief and then raised his eyes.

Suddenly, her eyes widened slightly as she stared intently at the tall figure walking towards her from among the overlapping tents.

"Xia..." Her lips trembled slightly as she murmured, her voice suddenly becoming somewhat hoarse.

Seeing this, Pang Ban, Lian Hongling, and the surrounding ghost slayers all vanished without a sound. The Northern Garrison Camp became extremely quiet in an instant, with only Yin Quan's faint murmur.

"Xiahou Ying..." As the snow-white figure stood before her, Yin Quan stared at him, repeating his name over and over again.

He pulled her into his arms, abandoning his reserve and tightening his embrace around her.

Only after confirming with his own eyes that she was safe and sound did he realize that he could not let her get hurt in any way, never.

The excruciating pain and despair that felt like a cold wind blowing through his internal organs made him realize that he could not lose her, and he could not allow anyone to harm a single hair on her head.

Never.

She buried her head in his chest and rubbed against him, wiping her tears and snot all over his chest, crying out, "You bastard! So many of them surrounded us, and your Ghost Slayers only had twenty of them! There were five hundred of them! Five hundred, do you know that?! They were going to blow up Deer Cry Mountain! And I couldn't even call you back! You... how did you get back?!"

With snot and tears streaming down her face, Yin Quan looked up, grabbed Xiahou Ying's clothes, and stared in shock.

With a slight frown, he looked down at her, not answering her question, and leaned down to kiss her.

Like fireworks exploding in her mind, Yin Quan's mind went blank, leaving only the soft touch on her lips.

He, he, he... he's kissing her?!

In front of so many people?!

Kiss her?!

And their kiss was so passionate!

Xiahou Ying has been possessed?!

This unscientific!

His kisses were more ferocious and surging than ever before, conquering and relentlessly attacking, leaving Yin Quan breathless from the intense kisses. But whenever she finally managed to catch her breath, he would plunder her even more deeply.

Although this wasn't the first time the two had kissed, Yin Quan couldn't help but blush as he kissed her in such a bold and passionate way.

He held her until it was already broad daylight before finally letting her go.

Looking at her radiant face, Xiahou Ying pursed her lips and reached out to brush away a stray lock of hair that clung to her forehead.

"Well, the weather is nice today..." Yin Quan's face flushed as he gazed into her unfathomable eyes. She tried to look away, but he grabbed her chin.

“I have ordered my men to retreat and defend the mountain ridges on both sides of the sluice gate. Even if the Mongol army blows up the gate, it will not seriously affect our army. Once the gate is destroyed, they will have to cross the Deer Cry River to enter the pass again, but the Deer Cry River is narrow and shallow, which is not conducive to large-scale naval warfare and transportation. I believe that the Mongol army will leave a sluice gate. In this way, the difficulty of our army defending the pass will be greatly reduced. In either case, the Mongol army will face a great problem.” As he spoke, a soft light suddenly flashed in the corner of Xiahou Ying's eye. He looked at her, and his voice became deep: “Are you satisfied with this explanation?”