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

Chapter 6: Learn to be grateful

Two muffled cracking sounds rang out, and just as Yin Quan was about to cry out in pain, her eyes suddenly widened. The intense resentment she had felt towards Xiahou Ying vanished instantly. She stared blankly with her mouth agape for a moment before exclaiming with delight, "I can stand up! Thank you! A-Jue!" Grabbing Long Jue's hands excitedly, Yin Quan gave her a tight hug, which immediately stunned and stiffened the woman in black.

"However... you helped me regain my ability to walk without that germaphobic pretty boy's consent. What if that sadist finds out and we get punished?" Despite her surprise, she wasn't blinded by it. Crossing her arms, Yin Quan looked at Long Jue with a hint of worry in her eyes.

As she stared at him like that, Long Jue's lips twitched slightly, and a glimmer of light appeared in his dark eyes, as if he wanted to speak.

"Who cares? Let him hit or scold me all he wants! I'll take the blame for you!" With that, Yin Quan smiled, patted Long Jue on the shoulder, and strode forward.

Standing there, Long Jue stared intently at Yin Quan's retreating figure, a strange emotion rising within her, a feeling so intense that it made her feel a little nostalgic.

“Not bad, this outfit suits you better. Pang Ban, take her to the stables.” Xiahou Ying casually glanced at Yin Quan, who had changed her clothes, his tone indifferent yet tinged with a mocking smile.

"Damn you, Xiahou Ying! What did I ever do to you! Why won't you let me leave! This is illegal imprisonment! Illegal imprisonment!" After staying at the Duan Prince's mansion for three days, Yin Quan's rationality had been completely worn down by the noble and aloof beauty, Xiahou Ying.

"My horse saved you, shouldn't you express your gratitude?" Xiahou Ying's tone remained indifferent as he ran his fingertips along the edge of the silk scroll.

"You are committing moral kidnapping!"

"Pang Ban." A hint of impatience crept into his indifferent tone.

"Put me down!"

Watching the robust Pang Ban carry the furious Yin Quan away from before him, Xiahou Ying raised an eyebrow and turned his gaze back to the silk scroll that had only been turned one page since they last met.

So noisy...

Next time, I'll just use her speech acupoint.

"My lord, the betrothal gifts have been delivered."

Just as he was pondering this, Wei Jun walked in.

With a blank expression, Xiahou Ying glanced at the white-clad guards at the door and pursed his lips.

After tossing Yin Quan into a haystack, Pang Ban gave a brief and concise instruction to the stablemen who were serving him in the stable, and then strode away.

After he left, the stable boys glanced cautiously at Yin Quan, who was still stuck in the haystack, then shook their heads and sighed softly before going about their own business.

Having offended Prince Duan, one can only pray for good fortune...

Spitting out a mouthful of earthy-smelling straw, Yin Quan crawled out of the haystack with a dark face and roared, "Xiahou Ying! Die!"

They wouldn't let her leave and even made her sleep in the stables!

Pah! You win!

Brushing the grass off her body, Yin Quan turned around and heard the sound of her jaw dropping to the ground.

All white horses...

The enormous stable only kept white horses! And every single one of them looked like champions!

Yin Quan suddenly felt very grief-stricken and indignant.

God, please send someone to subdue this monster, Xiahou Ying...

After being thrown into the stable by Xiahou Ying, Yin Quan discovered that she would no longer have to run into that noble and aloof beauty's face every few days.

The reason is simple: Xiahou Ying was a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder to the point of being abnormal.

With his obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness, how could he possibly come to a place like a stable, filled with animal odors and damp straw? NOWAY!

"Xiaobai, do you know? According to psychology, people with obsessive-compulsive disorder like your master usually either had a tragic childhood or were hurt in love. Only through this extreme obsession with cleanliness can they feel safe." Taking a bite of carrot, Yin Quan said as she fed the carrot she had bitten into to "Xiaobai".

"Xiao Bai, how do you put up with that germaphobe? With his obsessive-compulsive disorder that's so extreme it's infuriating, he must wash you ten or eight times a day, right?" Yin Quan patted the white horse's head, biting into a carrot that the horse had just gnawed on.

The white horse let out a low neigh and pawed at the ground with its hooves, protesting that someone had taken the carrot that should have been itss.

"Little White, you really are being oppressed by him..." Misunderstanding the true meaning of the white horse's neighing, Yin Quan stroked its snow-white, straight mane with great sympathy.

Standing at the entrance of the Imperial Stables, Xiahou Ying kept his gaze fixed on Yin Quan's back in the stables. His thin, rosy lips parted slightly, and his expression was subtly unsettling.

noob……

She called his beloved horse, Yu Qilin, "Little White"...

interesting.

With a slight thought, Xiahou Ying's lips relaxed a little. Almost at the same time, he saw Yin Quan hand a straw doll to the mouth of the jade unicorn, his eyes shining.

"Little White, are you hungry? Come and take a couple of bites of Xiahou Ying's head! Oh, so you prefer his legs..."

Upon seeing this, Wei Jun and Pang Ban, who were standing behind him, suddenly felt uneasy.

The two looked at their master's still elegant and upright back, but they felt that the pressure around him seemed to be getting lower and lower. Even so, Yin Quan's voice kept coming from the stable: "Little Bai, eat slowly, I made a lot more Xiahou Ying! Eat heads if you want, eat arms if you want! Enough to go around!"

Hearing the squeaking sound of the white horse chewing dry grass, Yin Quan felt truly delighted.

She could even imagine the real Xiahou Ying being chewed up by her own horse—that feeling was incredibly satisfying!

They imprisoned her and made her sleep in the stables!

Xiahou Ying! I'll get my revenge sooner or later!

The crunching sound of the horses chewing on the hay naturally reached the ears of Xiahou Ying and the two people behind him, who heard it very clearly.

"Wei Jun, instruct the kitchen to add a dish today: horse meat hot pot." Xiahou Ying's voice suddenly became lighter than ever before.

"Yes."

He nodded in agreement, but despite it being early summer, Wei Jun broke out in a cold sweat.

Their eyes remained lowered to the ground until their master had walked away, at which point he and Pang Ban straightened up again.

The jade unicorn was a tribute horse from the Western Frontier bestowed by the emperor...

Eating horse meat hot pot at this time... wouldn't that be a bit too much for my taste?

The two guards in white exchanged a glance, feeling both regret and helplessness.

Watching the white horse bite the last straw in his hand, Yin Quan walked out of the stable and looked towards the entrance of the Imperial Stables, where there was no one.

She had felt a chill down her spine since the beginning, but now it seems she was just imagining things.

She averted her gaze, turned to look at the white horse in the stable, and sighed: It must be because Xiahou Ying has been oppressing her too much lately, causing her to hallucinate.

Just as she was thinking this, she suddenly felt a chill behind her. She turned around abruptly and saw Xiahou Ying's snow-white figure, which was so dazzling it could blind her.

"You call this thing Xiahou Ying?"

Squinting, Yin Quan stiffened her neck and refused to answer.

The chill she felt earlier was indeed real!

"It doesn't look like it at all."

"..." Yin Quan opened her mouth, her eyes widened, and she felt like she had misheard something.

"In my opinion, she should be named Yin Quan."

Her eyes widened even more, and Yin Quan almost couldn't contain her anger and shouted out loud, but the latter seemed not to notice her almost frantic expression at all, and his tone remained indifferent: "Thick hands, thick feet, thick neck, and the same width from top to bottom."

"Xiahou Ying! I'm so slender, how come my hands, feet, and neck are thick! And! My bust is 34D and my waist is less than 1.8 feet, how come my top and bottom are the same width?!" While shouting, she rolled up her sleeves and pulled at her collar to prove it. Yin Quan could tolerate anything, but she couldn't tolerate people questioning her figure.

"Your skin is too rough, and your bones are uneven." Ignoring her irritability, Xiahou Meiren's lips twitched slightly, and the look of disgust in her dark eyes could kill Yin Quan a thousand times over.

"And..." As he spoke, Xiahou Ying moved closer to Yin Quan, his figure looming over her and completely obscuring her.

He has a refreshing aura about him, like pine trees, like morning dew, like the first snow of winter.

Yin Quan pursed her lips, somewhat taken aback.

This was the first time she had seen him at such close range. In her memory, Xiahou Ying would never take the initiative to get close to her. She was almost certain that in his eyes, she was like a virus, the dirtiest and most filthy kind.

Suddenly, he reached out and pinched the two slightly open panels of her dress, pulling them inwards, and said, "Don't expose so much skin for no reason, or you'll be drowned in a pig cage."

Upon hearing this, Yin Quan's face immediately fell.