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

Chapter 61 seems to have grown stronger.

You really have to say this outright...

She might not be either...

The moment the thought crossed Yin Quan's mind, she lifted her eyelids and quickly dismissed it.

It must be admitted that what Xiahou Ying said was indeed true.

If he didn't let her go with him, she would definitely try her best to climb onto his carriage or hitch a ride on his small boat... Thinking of this, she suddenly frowned.

Even when she pursued Han Zhenye in college, she had never been this shameless... What's wrong with her now...?

Xiahou Ying lowered his gaze to Yin Quan's slightly furrowed brows, his eyes softened, and he reached out to smooth them out.

"This time, come with me."

"Xiahou Ying, you didn't eat something dirty, did you?" Blinking, Yin Quan said as she reached out to touch his fair and translucent forehead.

Xiahou Ying's expression froze, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Perhaps he shouldn't have been so gentle with her...

Noticing the fleeting coolness in his eyes, Yin Quan awkwardly withdrew her arms, chuckled, and turned her hands, which had been reaching towards his forehead, to land squarely on his chest, then spread her fingers and pressed down.

"You have to keep your word, you can't go back on your word! You are the powerful Prince Duan!" She turned her wrist and drew circles on his chest, tilting her small face up and smiling innocently, but subtly changed the subject: "If you go back on your word, I will draw circles to curse you."

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Ying pursed his lips and silently lowered his cold and indifferent gaze to the pair of slender, boneless fingers that remained attached to his chest. His dark eyes, as deep as a cold pool, became even more somber.

He seemed genuinely hesitant, wondering whether he should take back what he had just said and simply keep her in the manor.

"You wouldn't really want to back out, would you?!" Seeing that he didn't respond, Yin Quan suddenly looked up, frowned and asked, staring into those dark, unfathomable eyes.

"I'm thinking..." Xiahou Ying's slender black eyes narrowed slightly, his voice clear and cold, like the murmuring of snow water, silent and deep, instantly enveloping her and rendering her unable to move.

Suddenly frozen, Yin Quan involuntarily shrank back, her two pink lips, as delicate as lotus leaves, slightly parted, yet she couldn't utter a single sound.

What rice?

What is he thinking?!

She stared blankly at him, inwardly cursing him. Suddenly, Xiahou Ying reached out his hand towards her. Yin Quan abruptly closed her eyes, her heart pounding like a drum, her mind swept away like a storm. All reason and thought vanished, leaving only a barely perceptible throbbing pain on her face.

Eh? !

Eh?!

Opening her eyes, Yin Quan was confused.

what's the situation? !

What is Xiahou Ying doing?!

Without thinking, she blinked and mumbled, "Why are you pulling my face?"

"I've been thinking that you seem to have gotten stronger these past few days."

Xiahou Ying answered calmly and slowly, his eyes indifferent, but in Yin Quan's eyes, they were so evil!

strong?!

Did he actually mean she was fat?!

Holy crap! I can't stand it! Where is she fat?!

She slapped his long, slender, jade-like, and snow-white hand, and was furious.

"You're the one who's gotten strong! Your whole family has gotten strong! I, I've been following that girl around learning martial arts and getting fit these past few days, how could I possibly get strong!" She was roaring when she suddenly stopped, and even her expression became unpredictable for a moment, as if she had suddenly remembered something.

Speaking of which, her appetite these days... seems to have increased... considerably...

Has she really gained weight?!

His gaze fell upon her, and seeing her terrified and self-doubting expression, Xiahou Ying's usually clear and deep eyes softened.

Outside the door, Wei Jun, listening to the commotion inside, couldn't help but twitch his lips.

He had followed Xiahou Ying for a full ten years, only knowing the deep-seated hatred he carried, but never knowing that his master, who lived in the shadows of the past, could also have such a side.

"I will make the arrangements. We will depart in two days."

Just as he was inwardly complaining, that familiar, cool voice suddenly drifted into his ears. Wei Jun suppressed the emotions that had just surged in his heart and tightened his face.

Leaning against the doorframe, Yin Quan watched as the pristine, windless white robes disappeared around the corner of the corridor. Then, she turned her gaze back into the room and asked dryly, "Did you all hear that just now?"

Before her voice could finish, two figures, one tall and one short, emerged from the pink gauze curtains hanging in the center of the main room, each with a meaningful smile on their face.

With her beautiful eyes narrowed, Yin Quan sighed softly after a long while and said to Lian Hongling, "Tomorrow, you will go and pick up the things I asked Ni Tianze to do earlier."

After saying that, she seemed to suddenly remember something and added, "Hongling, how's the research on the mind-controlling drug going?"

Upon hearing this, Lian Hongling opened her eyes wide, clearly not expecting Yin Quan to bring up this matter at this time, but she still quickly nodded and replied, "It has been prepared, but..." She paused briefly before continuing, "I have only conducted experiments on some animals... As for how long the effects of this medicine will last on humans, I cannot guarantee."

"Okay, prepare some for me."

Nodding in acceptance, Lian Hongling quickly walked outside.

Sitting at the finest round table made of nanmu wood, Yin Quan turned to Qiu Chengzhi's page in "Jiangnan Tongkao" with a slight frown between his brows, his thoughts already drifting far away.

Recalling Shen Xin's respectful, even somewhat fearful, attitude towards Xiahou Ying when they were stationed on the northern border, she found it rather strange.

After all, in her impression, Xiahou Ying was at most a pampered, noble, aloof, and obsessive-compulsive prince. Strictly speaking, he was just of noble birth. Apart from his unfathomable height and martial arts skills, she really couldn't understand why Emperor Tianxi sent him to quell the rebellion.

Thinking this, Yin Quan looked up from the book at Harina and asked, "You seem to know quite a bit about Xiahou Ying?"

Harina was momentarily confused by her sudden question.

“Xiahou Ying is a prince, residing in the capital, while your Mongol tribe is located on the border. How does your father know so much about him?”

“Master…” Harina’s expression turned strange and surprised as he stared intently at the slightly confused and puzzled look in Yin Quan’s eyes.

After a brief silence, Harina pursed her lips, carefully closed the door, then turned to look at her and said in a low voice, "My lady, actually, the prince didn't always live such a carefree life in the capital as he does now."

Upon hearing this, Yin Quan's lips, which had been slightly pursed, suddenly loosened slightly, but she said nothing and only gestured for Harina to continue.

Harina's speech was not fast, but each tone was like a branding iron, pressing against her eardrums and burning into her heart, burning into the three words "Xiahou Ying".

She felt that Harina's voice seemed to be fading into the distance, and all she could see was that towering figure covered in blood, yet still as majestic as a mountain.

Did my OCD start around that time?

Yin Quan's heart skipped a beat, and she clutched her chest, trying to calm the intense emotions, but all she managed to do was crumple her clothes.

Suddenly, at that moment, a shimmering white light appeared before her eyes, like flying snowflakes or pearls, flashing into her vision so fast that she couldn't dodge it and her eyes stung. She jumped up abruptly and looked up, her scalp tingling with fear.

She stared intently into those cold, dark eyes, her lips twitching slightly before she quickly averted her gaze, glancing left and right, her heart pounding.

When did Xiahou Ying come in?!

How come she didn't hear the knocking?!

Just as they were filled with fear, a calm, indifferent voice, as clear as snow, slowly rang out: "Get out."

Before Yin Quan could recover, her eyebrows twitched slightly, and she saw a small, thin figure in pale yellow running out quickly, clearly also looking quite frightened.

Carefully turning her gaze back to Xiahou Ying's handsome face, which seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, Yin Quan grinned, about to speak, when a cold, sharp voice, as chilling as a gust of wind, entered her ears.

“Harina’s words are true. I did indeed single-handedly storm the camp and annihilate an entire enemy camp of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty back then, and was subsequently given the title of Evil King.”

Upon hearing this, Yin Quan's slightly open eyes gradually returned to normal, and her brows smoothed out as well.

Her gaze, like starlight, gradually focused on his cold, dark eyes, which were as unreachable as a deep, secluded pool. The dark, icy light spread out like ink stains falling into water, eventually merging with him and being purified by him.

Staring intently into those dark eyes that always held a hint of indifference and detachment, Yin Quan's lips twitched slightly. She wanted to know far more than just these things, but for a moment, she didn't know how to ask.

Xiahou Ying may have heard most of what Harina said, but he missed one thing.

Was he sent to the Eastern Zhou Dynasty as a hostage from a young age...?

Only now is she beginning to understand the origin of his noble, aloof, and obsessive-compulsive personality.

Thinking this, Yin Quan unconsciously twisted her cuffs with her fingers. For a moment, she felt a mix of emotions and couldn't even look directly into those cold and aloof black eyes.

That's why... he answered at that time that many people were coveting his life.

Looking away, Yin Quan suddenly hesitated, wondering whether she should continue asking the question.

For the first time, she began to regret it, regretting her overly strong curiosity, her recklessness, and that she had... reopened Xiahou Ying's wounds.

With his dark eyes slightly lowered, Xiahou Ying looked at her flickering gaze, and a crack suddenly appeared on his lips, which had been slightly pursed.

From the moment he began to accept her, he knew this day would come.

Whether she did it intentionally or unintentionally...

However, none of this will become an obstacle to his revenge.

Even if... he married her.

Silence spread through the room, like the cascading moonlight, gradually drawing away the warmth until the air grew cold.

“Xiahou Ying (Yin Quan)…” The two spoke at the same time, their eyes meeting.

They both pursed their lips and fell silent.

“Xiahou Ying…” Raising her head, Yin Quan loosened her hands that were twisting her sleeves and slowly reached out towards the snow-white robe.

"You are not alone, you still have me."