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

Chapter 60 Feeding Me with Your Mouth

Harina may look young, but when he gets serious, he can be more ruthless and cold-blooded than an adult.

Yin Quan, who had only been training under her for a few days, was filled with remorse. She even felt that this was not a maid at all, but a devil in disguise! A devil!

After a few days, Yin Quan was in sore back and aching muscles. She couldn't even lift her arms, let alone walk. She had to shake for a long time to pick up food with chopsticks. It was heartbreaking.

Xiahou Ying, who had been undisturbed for several days, felt that someone was acting strangely. Not only him, but Wei Jun and Pang Ban also felt that Yin Quan had been too quiet these past few days. Normally, he would do everything he could to stay by his master's side, and he could only be at peace if he stayed by his side.

"What has Yin Quan been doing these past few days?" Xiahou Ying asked expressionlessly, his gaze fixed on the silk scroll.

Upon hearing this, Wei Jun immediately replied, "Reporting to Master, Miss Yin forbade us from approaching the west wing of the inner courtyard."

"Hmm?" Xiahou Ying raised his head from between the papers, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

What is she up to now...?

Thinking this, Xiahou Ying put down the silk book, stood up and walked outside, but turned back when he reached the door of the study.

"Let her be..."

Suddenly, a barely perceptible crack appeared on Xiahou Ying's originally straight lips, causing Wei Jun and Pang Ban to be somewhat taken aback.

Both of them had served him for many years, and although they were master and servant, their bond far exceeded that of master and servant. Seeing the subtle changes in their master after meeting Yin Quan, their emotions also changed accordingly.

Xiahou Ying settled back into the sandalwood chair and opened the memorial that had just been delivered that day.

Recently, natural disasters have been occurring one after another, with floods in the south and droughts in the north. The national treasury has been emptied of one-third just for disaster relief. Looking at the endless stream of reports submitted from all over the country, he was really having a headache.

Natural disasters are inevitably followed by the spread of epidemics. The only good thing is that the weather is getting cooler, which will greatly reduce the speed of the spread of the epidemic, but that is not a long-term solution.

We must find a way to prevent the spread of the disease.

With his long, slender, jade-like index finger tapping absently on the open memorial, Xiahou Ying frowned, his expression somber.

Lying limply on the couch, Yin Quan didn't even have the strength to rub her lower back.

"Master, you need to eat something. How can you have the strength to continue practicing if you don't eat?" Harina sat down by the couch with a bowl in his hand, blew on the porridge in the porcelain spoon, and looked at her with a smile.

"I don't have the energy to eat..." Yin Quan replied dryly, raising her head slightly before drooping it back down.

"You won't eat even if I feed you?"

"I might consider feeding him by mouth!"

Ah? !

Reflexively, Yin Quan immediately flinched, her eyes wide open, staring intently at the tall, jade-like figure before her.

"You, how did you get in?! I clearly..."

Before she could finish speaking, Xiahou Ying had already helped her sit up.

He scooped up a spoonful of white porridge, blew on it under his thin lips, put the porridge in his mouth, and then brought his lips to hers.

A soft, warm touch came over her lips, and Yin Quan's eyes widened in surprise. Her lips involuntarily parted when they touched his soft lips, and a rich fragrance wafted from between his warm lips and teeth.

She felt her face suddenly become burning hot, and she swallowed the porridge in her mouth with a "gulp". Suddenly, she didn't know how to think.

Seeing her blushing, shy expression, Xiahou Ying's lips softened. He stirred the food in the bowl with a spoon and asked, "Are you satisfied with me feeding you with my mouth?"

"Full, full, satisfied, extremely satisfied..." Yin Quan, who was usually quick-witted, was stumped by his question and it took her a long time to finally manage to utter a single sentence.

Looking at Xiahou Ying, Yin Quan really wanted to find a crack in the ground to bury herself.

She really was just saying it casually...

Who knew that one second it was Harina, and the next it was Xiahou Ying... What a misunderstanding, a huge misunderstanding...

He actually fed her with his mouth!

The more Yin Quan thought about it, the hotter her face became. She wanted to hide under the covers, but Xiahou Ying stared at her intently. His narrow eyes, like the clear moonlight, flowed quietly, as transparent as crystal, beautiful enough to make one lose their mind.

Yin Quan opened her mouth, but her mind went blank. She had no idea what to say or how to react at this moment.

My whole body was still clearly in pain, but the throbbing soreness was no longer so unbearable at this moment.

“I, I can do it myself, I can do it myself…” Yin Quan said, reaching out to Xiahou Ying, her voice still trembling slightly.

"What, you don't like me feeding you with my mouth?" Raising an eyebrow, Xiahou Ying subtly stepped back, as if deliberately avoiding her, a teasing glint in his dark eyes.

"Huh?!" Yin Quan's eyes widened even more than before, and she blinked, unable to come to her senses for a long time.

What?!

Is Xiahou Ying possessed by some kind of spirit?!

Holy crap, this is just so out of character for him!

She has to be fed mouth-to-mouth... She really can't handle it...

Yin Quan, disheveled in the wind, was on the verge of tears. She looked at him, her face filled with shock and uncertainty.

"Xiahou Ying, did something happen to you?" she asked cautiously, looking at him. Suddenly, she reached out and touched his forehead, then asked, "Or do you have a fever?"

Seeing this, Xiahou Ying suddenly felt somewhat helpless.

He took her outstretched hand in his palm and whispered, "Do you have the energy to eat now?"

"You're not going to use your mouth again..." Subconsciously shrinking her neck, Yin Quan's face suddenly flushed a dazzling red, making her look exceptionally alluring.

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Ying moved his thin lips slightly and said indifferently, "You don't like it?"

"I'm shy!" Finally unable to suppress her inner anxiety any longer, Yin Quan roared out, her face flushed red. Just by looking at her, one could feel the heat radiating from her.

This time, not only her cheeks, but also her forehead and earlobes turned red.

The pale golden sunlight streaming through the window casts a white tinged with red, resembling red plum blossoms floating on ice floes on a river—clear yet charming, dazzling and radiant.

Staring intently at her, Xiahou Ying pursed his lips, and a dark crimson glint suddenly appeared in his eyes, which were as clear as the cold moonlight, giving him a rather sinister look.

Involuntarily shrinking her neck, Yin Quan was about to speak when her gaze was filled with the spoon he was offered.

She subconsciously met his gaze, pursed her lips, and blushed crimson.

The bowl of porridge wasn't much, but it took a long time to finish. As the pale porcelain bowl was almost empty, Xiahou Ying reached out and rubbed her slightly damp lips. This rub made her face, which had been gradually returning to normal, turn red again.

Lowering his gaze to her delicate, lotus-like face, Xiahou Ying placed the empty bowl on the low table beside the couch, then pursed his lips and said, "My father has ordered me to go to Qiucheng to provide disaster relief..."

"Disaster relief?" Upon hearing this, Yin Quan lowered her eyes and stroked her smooth chin, seemingly deep in thought. She then quickly raised her head and asked, "Qiucheng County is in the south. Could it be that it has been flooded?"

Xiahou Ying's eyes flickered slightly, and he was slightly startled.

That subtle emotion welled up in my heart in an instant and lingered for a long time.

Yin Quan always manages to surprise him at any moment.

Suddenly, she stood up and walked forward until she reached the bookshelf. She then took down a copy of "Jiangnan Tongkao" and turned to him, saying, "I've seen it in this book." As she spoke, she opened it and handed it to Xiahou Ying, continuing, "Although the north has turned cool this season, the south is still experiencing high temperatures. As a result, flooding is probably no longer the biggest problem; epidemics are."

Hearing Yin Quanqing's melodious voice, as clear as the tinkling of silver bells, Xiahou Ying raised his eyes to look at the slender figure in front of him. With a sudden thought, he reached out and grasped her fair wrist, which she had not yet managed to retract into her sleeve.

Startled by his sudden action, Yin Quan blinked, staring intently into those cold, deep black eyes. Her mind went blank, and she froze on the spot.

Her arms no longer hurt, her legs no longer ached, and for a moment, her eyes and heart were filled only with those captivating, glassy black eyes that were always shrouded in mist; nothing else could be contained within them.

Uh……

Well? !

What's going on...?

She didn't seem to have said anything wrong just now...

Why is Xiahou Ying suddenly looking at her like that?

Eh? !

Suddenly feeling confused, Yin Quan was about to speak when he pulled her into his arms with his long arm.

Everything happened too suddenly. Coupled with the fact that her legs were already weak from Harina's rigorous training, she lost her balance when he pulled her like that and fell into his arms in a very strange posture. She pushed him backward onto the bed, and her lips pressed against his fair and jade-like neck.

He felt as if something suddenly exploded in his mind. Yin Quan clung to him like an octopus, one hand still held in his palm, while the other hand was pressed against his broad and elastic chest without him even noticing.

To move or not to move, that is the question...

Her heart was pounding wildly, the relentless thumping against her eardrums almost deafening her!

His neck was tightly held by Yin Quan's tender, moist, warm lips, and as her constantly blinking eyelashes brushed against his neck, Xiahou Ying's body stiffened. It was as if a current of electricity rushed through his mind and straight to his heart. Although it was only for a moment, it stirred up an unprecedentedly strong impulse within him.

The impulse piled up layer upon layer, pushing him forward relentlessly, almost breaking through the thin membrane of reason and turning him into a demon in an instant.

Noticing the slight stiffening of the person beneath her, Yin Quan frowned, inwardly thinking: What's with the act of innocence... Didn't we already kiss, hug, and... sleep together before...?

Although it wasn't the kind of sleep...

Thinking this, she suddenly raised her head, but suddenly felt dizzy. When she came to her senses, her position and Xiahou Ying's position had been switched!

Her eyes widened suddenly, as if struck by lightning. Just as she was about to speak, Xiahou Ying suddenly straightened up and even pulled away the hands that had been restraining her wrists.

Lying motionless in the bedding, staring at the pale yellow curtains, Yin Quan was suddenly puzzled.

Just now, she clearly saw that eerie crimson light in his eyes, but... nothing happened?!

Nothing happened?!

As she got up, Yin Quan suddenly felt a little resentful.

Noticing the resentment emanating from someone, Xiahou Ying paused slightly as she adjusted her collar with her long, slender fingers. She then pursed her lips and looked at her, her cold, moonlit gaze softening slightly.

As he approached her, Yin Quan immediately held her breath, her delicate red lips slightly parted. The words she had wanted to say were swallowed back the moment she saw his deep black eyes, and she could no longer recall the thousands of thoughts that had arisen in her impulsive moment.

Suddenly, the figure, as straight as a pine tree, leaned down in front of her. Yin Quan's scalp tightened, and she hurriedly closed her eyes.

Seeing this, Xiahou Ying's thin lips, which had been pressed into a line, suddenly loosened slightly. His lips, as red as a rose in the rain, slowly lifted, and he reached forward with both hands to precisely cup her rosy cheeks. Then, he placed a stunning kiss on her broad and full forehead.

A dry, cool sensation swept across my forehead, the instant it touched my skin felt like a sudden awakening, like the sun breaking through the clouds, instantly making me feel much more awake and relaxed.

Startled, Yin Quan opened her eyes. Just as she was about to speak, she was shocked to find that the muscles in her legs, which had been sore and weak, had completely returned to normal, and she could no longer feel any soreness.

Her eyes widened as she stared at Xiahou Ying, unable to find the words to say for a long time. Her delicate lips moved incessantly, her dark eyes darting about, her emotions shifting rapidly. Finally, after a long while, she frowned and managed to utter a single sentence: "How... how did you do that?!"

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Ying merely curled his lips, gently ruffled her soft, black hair, and then straightened up.

"Xiahou Ying, there's a question I've always wanted to ask you: you're clearly a prince, so why are your martial arts skills so good?"

She jumped off the bed and pressed for an answer.

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Ying raised an eyebrow, and his aura suddenly turned cold, but he quickly concealed it.

Noticing the sudden dimming of his clear, cold gaze, Yin Quan pursed her lips and cautiously added, "Um, if you don't want to say, you don't have to..."

After hearing this, Xiahou Ying raised his lips, hesitated briefly, and then slowly said, "I will tell you, but not now."

As he spoke, he pulled her wrist and continued, "Qiucheng County is one of the southern counties most severely affected by floods this year. The submission of the memorial was delayed. Otherwise, Father would not have issued an edict ordering me and Censor Song to go to the disaster-stricken county. Now the imperial edict has been issued..."

As he spoke, he paused suddenly, then began to gently and repeatedly caress her fair wrist with his fingertips.

Yin Quan felt a little anxious as his hand was being rubbed so roughly.

Why play coy at a time like this?!

Xiahou Ying, this style doesn't suit you!

Hurry up and say what you have to say!

Noticing the impatience flickering in her eyes, Xiahou Ying stopped what he was doing, his brows twitching slightly. His voice was deep, yet contained an inscrutable interest: "The imperial decree has been issued, ordering me to travel to the disaster-stricken county with Censor Ruan in two days..." He paused, as if observing her reaction, and continued after a brief silence: "If I were to ask you to stay at the manor and wait, I'm afraid you wouldn't obey."

Upon hearing this, Yin Quan was first taken aback, then her face flushed red, just like a lotus after a fresh rain in early summer, alluring yet still clear.

She pursed her lips and looked away.