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

Chapter 55 A Fluttering Heart

“So…” Ignoring her undisguised astonishment, Xiahou Ying curled his lips, took her hand which was suddenly covered in a thin layer of sweat, placed it on his chest, and continued speaking.

"So?" Raising an eyebrow, Yin Quan stared at him and repeated the question reflexively.

"Therefore, you will accompany me to the palace to meet the Emperor tomorrow." Xiahou Ying's eyes softened, and she spoke clearly as she moved her thin red lips.

"Meet the Emperor! Xiahou Ying, this is not what we agreed on! You didn't meet the Emperor last time! Why do you have to meet the Emperor this time?!" Like a cat with its fur standing on end, Yin Quan stared at him with a look of horror.

Damn, emperors have always been fickle...

Today they'll praise you to the skies, tomorrow they'll throw you into jail, ready to execute you at the drop of a hat. Working alongside the emperor, your head is always on the line!

"Because you are the woman I have chosen." As if he had anticipated her reaction, Xiahou Ying said slowly and deliberately, and then placed her hand to his lips and kissed it.

The back of her hand was enveloped by a soft, moist, warm touch. Yin Quan felt as if an electric current flowed from the back of her hand through her entire body, making her mind go blank for a moment, and rendering her completely speechless. She wanted to break free but couldn't, and when she tried to struggle, he held her tightly with just the right amount of force, making her unable to move.

Caught in a dilemma, Yin Quan suddenly felt a little depressed...

This is blatant seduction!

Damn it, he knew perfectly well that her stance wasn't firm, yet he still did this!

Absolutely outrageous! Unacceptable!

With a loud cry, Yin Quan pounced on Xiahou Ying. He leaned forward and backward, trying for a long time, but could only manage to kiss his sharply defined, straight chin.

I feel incredibly depressed...

So what if he's an old emperor?! She'll see him! She'll take advantage of his son first! Even if the emperor is dissatisfied with her, she won't lose anything. With the mindset of people in ancient times, he'll be filled with shame and indignation, and he won't be able to deny it later!

Hmph, her son is so handsome, she'll definitely take responsibility for him!

Suddenly, Yin Quan, who was leaning to one side, became enraged. Before it was completely dark and the window was open, he reached out and grabbed Xiahou Ying's belt.

As her soft little hands touched and tugged at his waist, Xiahou Ying felt a series of throbbing sensations within him, a surge of heat rising in waves, each one sharper than the last, reaching straight from his abdomen into his brain, churning inside him and causing his face to flush red and pale.

He suddenly grabbed the hands that were restless around his waist, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his gaze towards her was clouded with a misty haze, making him look even more alluring.

Swallowing hard, Yin Quan, who had initially been joking, suddenly froze, and even the smile on her lips became distorted.

"Well, it's getting late. I see you have quite a few memorials to write. Work comes first, work comes first..." As she spoke, Yin Quan began to back away, but she didn't notice and stepped on her skirt, causing her to fall backward. In a moment of panic, she grabbed his sleeve, and with a "bang," when she came to her senses, Xiahou Ying was right on top of her, the distance between them less than half an inch, their breathing clearly audible.

Outside the window, the sky gradually changed from blue to purple, and then from purple to black. Inside the mansion, the lanterns were lit, and the hazy candlelight shone through the window, casting a hazy glow on Xiahou Ying from behind. The glow flowed into Yin Quan's slightly open collar, catalyzing the already somewhat ambiguous atmosphere to its peak.

As she watched his Adam's apple bob up and down, Yin Quan's palms were sweaty. She moved her lips, unaware that this seemingly ordinary gesture had become incredibly alluring.

Suddenly, Xiahou Ying's dark eyes turned red, and his moist lips immediately covered hers.

Unlike before, his movements were domineering and fierce. It was a far cry from his usual aloof and detached demeanor, making him seem completely unfamiliar.

"Xia, Xiahou... Ying!" Slightly out of breath from his kisses, Yin Quan was a little surprised by his loss of control.

As if he hadn't heard her voice at all, Xiahou Ying's gaze darkened further, and a chilling red glint appeared in his eyes. Yin Quan stared at him, sensing that he seemed somewhat different from before.

It's good that you're being proactive...

But she still preferred his aloof, cold, and unapproachable demeanor!

The little Yin Quan in her heart was screaming, her hands were tightly held by him, and she was powerless to resist.

Suddenly, she felt a chill on her shoulder. Startled, she cried out, "Xiahou Ying! Wake up!"

Just then, a figure holding a candle grew larger and larger on the door, and Yin Quan immediately shouted, "Whoever you are outside, come in right now!"

Hearing her yell like that, Wei Jun was stunned for a moment, but quickly pushed the door open.

The creaking sound of the door hinges turning filled the air, and Wei Jun, who was holding a lamp holder, immediately froze at the doorway.

what's the situation? !

What did he see? !

master……

Master and Miss Yin?!

Is that really the master?!

Master and Miss Yin?!

"Don't stand there! Your master seems to be acting strangely!" Yin Quan's shout broke Wei Jun's daze in an instant. He hurriedly put down the candle and came to the two of them.

At the same time, Xiahou Ying suddenly stopped moving. He stared at Yin Quan's smooth body, which was now only covered by a bodice and no longer had an upper garment, as if he had just woken up from a dream, and straightened up abruptly.

The red light in my eyes was slowly fading, replaced by a deep, unfathomable blue.

"Well, it's okay. Anyway, it's not over yet, and only Wei Jun saw it, so you don't need to blame yourself." While chuckling and rubbing herself out from between his legs, Yin Quan comforted him, her blush never fading.

He took off his outer robe and draped it over her. A faint bluish tinge appeared on Xiahou Ying's fair face. It was impossible to tell whether he was furious about what he had done to Yin Quan or ashamed that Wei Jun had caught him in his composure.

Or perhaps both?

Covered by his robes, Yin Quan looked at him cautiously, her lips pressed tightly together.

It seems this has happened before, but it never got out of control like this time.

She didn't understand such profound things as martial arts, but Xiahou Ying's current situation was truly puzzling.

He was clearly an extremely patient person, even in that kind of situation, he could control himself very well. She hadn't succeeded in seducing him before with her shameless and unscrupulous methods, so why did she suddenly explode this time without even trying?

Could it be that my charm has increased?

As she pondered, she wrapped her robes tighter around herself, touched her cheek, and a wistful expression gradually appeared on her face.

Pinching his brow bone, Xiahou Ying felt a churning in his chest, but eventually calmed down.

Everything that had just happened was still vivid in his mind. He felt his throat was dry and parched, and his head was throbbing with pain.

"Master..." Seeing that his master's eyes had regained their clarity, Wei Jun tentatively spoke.

"I need to recuperate. Take her out." Xiahou Ying waved his hand casually, not even glancing at Yin Quan, and spoke in a low, hoarse voice that sounded completely different from his usual self.

Upon hearing this, Wei Jun nodded in agreement.

"Wei Jun, you stay here. I'm leaving. Keep an eye on your master, lest he accidentally go berserk or something." With a smile, Yin Quan picked up her floor-length robe and dashed out of the study, leaving Wei Jun behind.

Seeing this, Xiahou Ying slightly moved his finger, which was originally resting on the center of his brow, and glanced at the slender figure under the wide robe. He then looked away and turned to Wei Jun: "You stand guard outside the door and do not let anyone in for ten hours."

Having accepted the order, Wei Jun stepped out of the study and closed the door behind him.

Taking a deep breath, Xiahou Ying stood up, his figure pausing slightly. Then, a thin, scarlet-black thread slowly trickled down from his lips, dripping onto his snow-white undergarment, instantly spreading a large, glaring red. Like a lotus quietly blooming in a dark, secluded pool, it was exquisitely beautiful and alluring, imbued with a hint of poison.

After changing her clothes in her room, Yin Quan looked at the snow-white robe hanging on the clothes rack, and her face flushed again.

Although Xiahou Ying was somewhat dazed just now, the lips that lingered on her body were real and burning hot. Every kiss felt like a kiss on her heart, making her whole body go weak and tremble.

She actually misses that feeling of intense desire; that feeling is real enough to fill her completely and bring her immense comfort.

Xiahou Ying was by nature aloof, like a stream flowing down after the snow melts on a high mountain. Even under the warm spring sun, he always carried a cool and aloof air, as noble and elegant as the clear moonlight, keeping strangers away.

That kind of clear, almost transparent indifference comes from his innate noble blood, like ice and snow. Even if there is a moment of warmth, it is just the high-altitude ice that freezes wildflowers into it, beautiful to look at, but cold to touch.

Gazing at the robes that shimmered with a pearly white glow in the moonlight and candlelight, Yin Quan pursed her lips, the blush on her cheeks gradually fading.

Harina and Lian Hongling, who were standing in front of her, looked at her, then exchanged a glance, and then each revealed a faint smile.

“Master, if you keep looking, you might see right through those robes,” Harina said, her tone full of laughter, almost sweet.

"Am I that lethal?" Upon hearing this, Yin Quan straightened up, turned her head to look at the two people behind her, and said with feigned reproach.

“I think so,” Lian Hongling added, a mischievous grin on her face that was almost identical to Harina’s.

"Perfect timing! Do you two know what day the ninth of next month is?"

"The Double Ninth Festival," Harina replied after thinking for a moment, folding her arms.

"Double Ninth Festival... are there any other days?" Yin Quan asked again after frowning and thinking for a moment.

"As far as I know, that's all." With that, Harina shook his head and looked at Lian Hongling, who also shook her head, offering no further answer.

Seeing this, Yin Quan got up and walked towards the door, but there was still no one in the next room.

After what just happened, he probably won't be back all night.