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

Chapter 51 appears to be a marriage proposal.

"What's this about being satisfied or not..." Yin Quan rolled her eyes, avoiding his burning gaze.

"Then are you satisfied with me?" Xiahou Ying narrowed his long, dark eyes slightly and suddenly leaned closer to her, his tone becoming long and moist.

"Uh..." Her face started to burn again. Yin Quan's mind went blank because of his magnetic voice. Her tongue was tied and she didn't know how to answer. She could only utter an ambiguous interjection from her dry throat.

Suddenly, she noticed the wet patch on his chest, smeared with her snot and tears. Almost instinctively, she grabbed his collar and cried out, "Ah—! You've got it dirty! Xiahou Ying, I didn't mean to!"

Looking at her tightly furrowed brows, he suddenly felt a little helpless, but amidst that helplessness, a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

She's always preoccupied with trivial matters. Just moments ago she was still shaken, but now she's worried about getting her clothes dirty...

With that thought in mind, Xiahou Ying raised his hand and placed it on her brow, gently smoothing away the wrinkles. He then carefully wiped away the still slightly damp corners of her eyes and even wiped the tip of her nose with his finger.

Noticing his dry fingertips tracing across her face, Yin Quan froze, her mind going completely blank.

What?!

What on earth is going on here?!

Ahhh! Xiahou Ying, are you really possessed?!

Seeing the surprise in her eyes, Xiahou Ying pinched her nose and said in a deep voice, "What are you thinking about now?"

"Huh?" Hearing his clear, melodious voice, Yin Quan snapped back to reality and shook her head seriously: "No!"

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Ying said no more. He simply patted her head with his palm, then grasped her slightly cold fingers and said, "After returning to the capital, how about marrying me again?"

"Huh? You're proposing?" Yin Quan shrugged, her eyes widening with a mixture of nervousness and surprise.

Seeing her reaction, Xiahou Ying raised an eyebrow, placed her slightly cold fingers to his lips, and whispered, "I will ask all the people of the capital to be our witnesses."

His warm breath, emanating from his thin red lips, filled her fingertips. Yin Quan blushed under his focused and intense gaze and unconsciously moved her fingers.

Hidden inside the tent, healing and bandaging their wounds, Gui Zhan, Pang Ban, and the others all involuntarily held their breath, seemingly awaiting Yin Quan's answer.

The crowd pursed their lips and craned their necks slightly. Despite being separated by the dusty tents, their concern for their master remained undiminished.

"I'll marry you! Xiahou Ying, I'll marry you!" Raising her eyes to meet his gaze, she smiled, her beautiful eyes crinkling, and the corners of her lips turned up in a smile. In the sunlight and under the blue sky, her unadorned face looked exceptionally radiant and captivating.

Upon hearing this, everyone in the tent almost simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.

This is the first time our master has taken such initiative; if he were to be rejected, who knows what would happen in the future…

The people directly under the Duan Prince's Mansion looked relaxed and content, leaving Lian Hongling, who was standing to the side, completely bewildered.

A few days later, the Northern Garrison successfully defended Luming Pass, while the Mongol army's Chahar Banner failed to breach the pass and lost a general in the southern expedition. It is said that a new round of division has begun within the Mongol tribe. The daughter of the Chahar tribe's Left Elder died in this battle to breach the pass, and her death was gruesome. The Left Elder was heartbroken by the loss of his beloved daughter and harbored resentment. Therefore, he led his old troops to split from the tribe, and the Mongol tribe split into three tribes, each holding a part of the grassland power, forming a three-way power balance.

After this battle, Lu Xun, the Prince of Beidi, was completely cleared of the crime of colluding with the enemy and betraying the country. He returned to his fiefdom and reorganized the Lu Family Army, which was stationed on the northern border together with the Northern Garrison Army.

A month later, Yin Quan finally returned to Zhaoyang with Xiahou Ying and met Harina and Long Jue, whom they hadn't seen for a long time.

As soon as Xiahou Ying returned to the capital, he went to the palace to report on his duties. He worked from dawn till dusk for several days in a row. Although the two lived in the same place, they actually met only a handful of times. Yin Quan looked at the stacks of memorials piling up higher and higher on his desk, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.

If things continue like this, even if he's perfectly fine, he'll eventually run into trouble...

Sitting outside the grand vermilion and gold-inlaid gate of the Prince's Mansion, Yin Quan made up her mind that no matter who tried to persuade her, she would resolutely refuse to compromise.

She was determined to wait for him!

He's been back for almost ten days and hasn't slept at all. Today, she's going to tie him up and put him on the bed!

Harina urged her, Long Jue urged her, Lian Hongling urged her, and even Pang Ban and Kou Yun came out for a stroll, but none of them could shake her unwavering determination.

Having no other choice, the five of them simply lined up and stood guard at the door, right in front of her.

That night, the scene in front of Prince Duan's mansion was particularly spectacular. In addition to the two guards, there were six more people waiting outside the gate. The sight of them made the night watchmen passing by the gate roll their eyes.

It was past midnight, and it wasn't until almost the fourth watch that Xiahou Ying's sedan chair returned to the gate of the Prince's mansion.

Upon seeing the six people standing at the entrance from afar, Wei Jun was first taken aback, and then almost subconsciously curled the corners of his lips into a smile.

As the sedan chair came to a stop, Xiahou Ying bent down and leaned out, immediately stopping in place.

"you……"

"Why don't I come and confront you myself?! You've been so busy ever since you came back, it's harder than climbing to heaven to see you! So I came and confront you!" With her sharp chin held high, Yin Quan put her hands on her hips and looked at him with undisguised accusation.

"You're always so busy, you're practically invisible. Judging from your appearance, you don't get enough sleep, and I doubt you even eat properly!" As she spoke, she suddenly stopped leaning forward, crossed her arms, and glared at him with pouting lips.

After being scolded like that, Xiahou Ying pursed his lips, remained silent for a long time, and then let out a low sigh.

He placed his hand on her head, gently stroking her smooth, silky black hair, his voice as warm as a morning bell or evening drum.

"Would you like to have a late-night snack with me?"

"Since you've already asked, I'll reluctantly agree." Still with her arms crossed, Yin Quan looked away, a faint blush appearing on her face, as pink and tender as a crystal-clear pomegranate seed, sweet and tempting.

The back-and-forth banter between the two made the people at the door feel itchy all over, and they all looked away, trying their best not to make eye contact with the two main characters.

Sitting in Yin Quan's room, Xiahou Ying's hand, holding a bowl, froze in mid-air. He looked over the white rim of the porcelain bowl at her and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at you." Yin Quan murmured, resting her chin on her hand.

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Ying's cold, clear gaze softened slightly. He put down the bowl and sighed, "I don't have anything to look at."

“No, I want to see it. I want to remember everything about you here and here.” Yin Quan said slowly, her fingers moving from her temples to her heart, her bright eyes sparkling with starlight.

Looking at him, she suddenly felt conflicted.

If only I could bring my phone with me when I traveled through time, then I could capture him in my phone and take countless photos together like any couple in love!

What a pity... what a waste of Xiahou Ying's exceptionally handsome and refined face...

If she had a cell phone, she could brag to her friends when she travels back in time that the coolest man in the universe is hers! Hers!

Envy, jealousy, and hatred, you foolish humans!

Seeing her shifty eyes, Xiahou Ying pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows slightly.

His intuition told him that she was starting to fantasize about some bizarre and fantastical things again.

As she was daydreaming, she suddenly noticed his clear, cool gaze looking at her, and her face flushed slightly.

Gazing at the two blushes on her fair cheeks, Xiahou Ying's eyes flickered, and a surge of heat swept through his heart, like an electric current running through his entire body, giving rise to an impulse. That impulse accumulated within him, constantly expanding and swelling outward, until his heart ached.

Xiahou Ying's fingers, which had been lying open on the table, suddenly clenched. He pursed his lips and looked away from her.

"It's getting late, you should go to sleep." With that, he got up to leave, but she called him back.

"Xiahou Ying, let me stay with you..."

Upon hearing this, he turned to look at her, a hint of helplessness in his dark eyes.

That night, neither Harina, Lian Hongling, nor the white-clad guards approached the two bedrooms located side by side in the inner courtyard of the Prince's mansion.

Night flew by, and soon, a faint gray-blue tinge appeared on the horizon, followed by the sun shining brightly, like a fish turning belly up.

When Yin Quan woke up, she found that she had been moved to the bed at some point. She opened her eyes from the bedding, which was filled with the scent of morning dew from Xiahou Ying. She curled up and hugged the snow-white brocade quilt, forming a tight ball.

Did he carry her up here?

definitely is!

As Xiahou Ying, like all tall, handsome men, lifted her onto the bed, Yin Quan gazed at her sleeping with deep affection, and her face flushed again.

She buried her head under the quilt, not wanting to get up at all.

The bedding was filled with his pleasant scent of morning dew, tinged with a faint, crisp fragrance of pine and cypress. Wrapped around me, it felt as if he were right next to me, warm and comforting.

Just as Yin Quan was rolling around in the sheets with great enthusiasm, Xiahou Ying's tall figure suddenly walked in from outside the door and happened to see her lying sprawled on the couch.

Feeling a sudden chill run down her spine, Yin Quan nearly fell off the bed. Fortunately, Xiahou Ying reacted quickly, catching her by the waist and pulling her upright.

"You didn't go to the palace?!" Yin Quan's beautiful eyes widened in shock.

"I'm taking the day off." He said, pulling her slightly undone collar tighter and smoothing down her long hair that had been tousled by her rolling around.

"I promised you that all the people of the capital would be our witnesses at our wedding." His voice was calm, as if he were talking about something perfectly ordinary.

Upon hearing this, Yin Quan froze, her clear black eyes fixed on Xiahou Ying's handsome, deep-set face. She moved her lips, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

As he spoke, he cupped her cheeks, his eyes, as clear and bright as the cold moonlight, completely encompassing her slender figure, his gaze sparkling.

"Could it be that you..." Yin Quan finally managed to move her lips with difficulty, her voice trembling so much that even she herself felt a little unfamiliar with it.

"You're not allowed to escape again." Interrupting her before she could finish her sentence, he smiled and pulled her into his arms, continuing, "I will not let you escape again."

Pressing against his chest, Yin Quan listened to his heartbeat, and a strange sense of security quietly arose from the deepest part of her heart. She wrapped her arms around him and took a deep breath.

The morning dew mixed with the refreshing scent of pine and cypress seemed to be tinged with sunlight. She leaned against him, pressed against him, and embraced him, her red lips slightly parted, curving into a smile with a hint of relief.

Suddenly embraced by her, Xiahou Ying's hand, which had been resting above her head, paused slightly. His thin, rosy lips softened, and he pulled her into his arms.