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

Chapter 62 If You Don't Leave

His gaze lingered on Yin Quan's resolute dark eyes, and a mysterious emotion, unfathomable and unpredictable, arose between Xiahou Ying's cool brows, like the moon in the water or a flower in the mist, clear as frost and shrouded in fog.

"Even after knowing all this, you still choose to stay by my side?"

After a brief silence, a question came in a flat tone. Xiahou Ying's gaze was like a thin mist, instantly enveloping Yin Quan completely, piling up layer upon layer, as if it were tangible, making her feel cold.

“Of course…” She nodded without hesitation, let go of his hand, released the fluttering white robes, met his cold gaze, and continued, “If you don’t leave, I will not abandon you.”

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Ying's slanted eyebrows twitched slightly, and even his clear, calm eyes trembled slightly, like the moment a cicada's wing is dampened by rain and shakes off a drop of water—so subtle, so subtle that it was almost invisible.

Without saying a word, he gently pulled her into his arms. For a moment, he almost blurted out his confession to her, but he didn't.

As long as everything remains under his control, he will not easily disrupt this hard-won balance, at least not now.

Thinking this, Xiahou Ying's eyes narrowed slightly, and two wisps of mist seemed to gather in his dark pupils, like moonlight or frost, cold and piercing.

The two were snuggling together when a loud commotion suddenly erupted from the doorway.

Yin Quan frowned as she moved away from Xiahou Ying.

Can't these two guys just get along...?

She got up and walked outside, but before she reached the door, she saw Lian Hongling from afar, her ears red and her neck thick, completely losing her goddess image.

She rubbed her forehead, about to speak, when Xiahou Ying's clear voice had already passed over her head: "Wei Jun."

"Master." Upon hearing this, the white-clad guard, who had initially looked displeased, quickly composed himself and responded respectfully.

"Master! I've brought what you asked for." Lian Hongling rolled her eyes at Chong Weijun as she handed him a leather bag.

Reaching out to take it, Yin Quan untied the drawstring. Her expression changed from surprise to delight. She opened her eyes, and her starry eyes burst forth like fireworks, flashing with countless dazzling bright points of light, directly catching Xiahou Ying, who was walking up from behind, off guard.

Curious, he lowered his gaze to the things in her hands, and saw that she was fiddling with two very strange objects.

Unaware of Xiahou Ying's approaching gaze, Yin Quan's attention was completely drawn to the two objects in front of her.

Needless to say, the sunglasses were exquisite, but the telescope was far more beautiful than she had ever imagined.

She took the long, thin, black telescope out of the leather bag, walked quickly to the courtyard, turned back to look at Xiahou Ying, and said, "Take me to the roof."

After hearing this, Xiahou Ying did not ask for the reason, but simply did as instructed in silence.

Standing on the rooftop, Yin Quan twisted open the binoculars in his hand and held them up to his eyes. Instantly, the scenery a hundred meters away was laid out before him, and the clarity of the glass lenses was in no way inferior to modern technology.

In addition, the telescope is exquisite, lightweight, and portable, making it a true masterpiece.

"What is this?" Seeing her overjoyed expression, Xiahou Ying frowned slightly and subtly twitched her thin lips, which were as delicate as red plum blossoms falling on snow.

“Sunglasses and binoculars! High-tech!” With a smug smirk, Yin Quan handed the items in her hand to him, but she saw a hint of confusion in his clear, dark eyes.

Despite his confusion, Xiahou Ying's hands moved swiftly.

He reached out and took the two items from Yin Quan, examined them carefully, and then put the binoculars in front of his eyes.

Seeing Xiahou Ying's slanted eyebrows tremble slightly, Yin Quan curled her lips, her eyes sparkling as if fireworks were blooming in them, making even the sun and moon lose their color.

"How do you know these things?" Xiahou Ying removed the binoculars from her eyes and put them back in her hand, a hint of surprise and confusion appearing in her long, dark eyes.

He always felt that many of the things she knew were rather strange.

Her behavior, her strange words... everything about her seemed quite different from her identity as a concubine's daughter in the General's Mansion, yet he couldn't find the slightest flaw.

Although he had already ordered Cat's Eye to keep an eye on the General's Mansion long before the marriage was arranged, he still couldn't understand why the illegitimate daughter of the General's Mansion would have such insight and courage.

Even though he had fallen for her and developed feelings for her, this doubt still lingered in his mind and never dissipated.

Enveloped by his deep, cold gaze, like the clear light of a cold moon, Yin Quan rolled her eyes, moved her lips slightly, and replied, "I read it in a book." Then, she quickly changed the subject: "Let's go downstairs!"

After hearing this, Xiahou Ying did not ask any further questions or doubts. He wrapped his long arm around her slender waist and leaped away. Soon, the two of them returned to the courtyard.

As soon as they stopped, Yin Quan walked towards Lian Hongling and asked, "Has Ni Tianze accepted the reward?"

Upon hearing this, Lian Hongling shook her head and handed the white money pouch back to her, saying, "He refuses to accept it."

Seeing this, Yin Quan frowned.

They refused to accept it...

The glass workshop, though not small, was quite rudimentary. To be in such a predicament and not accept payment... what a strange person.

Staring at the purse in his arms, which was still completely intact, Yin Quan was puzzled, and even more frustrated.

Suddenly, at that moment, a clear, cold voice floated down from above: "These things were made in the glass workshop at Wangxiang Pavilion in the western suburbs?"

“Hmm, that glass craftsman is a young man…” Turning her head to look at Xiahou Ying, Yin Quan nodded. As she spoke, her eyes suddenly widened, and an undisguised surprise welled up in her bright, star-like black eyes: “You know him?”

"No, I've only heard a little about it." Xiahou Ying replied expressionlessly, his gaze slightly lowered. After a brief silence, he changed the subject: "We will be setting off in two days. Make your preparations."

"I don't need to prepare anything, I have you." With a chuckle, Yin Quan leaned against that tall, straight figure, as straight as a pine tree, and hugged him without caring whether there were other people around.

Xiahou Ying's gaze darkened slightly, and he stiffened.

Clearly, he's not quite used to it yet.

Although he had once proposed to her in front of the entire city in Yanzhengfang, he still found it difficult to get used to such overly intimate gestures.

Her body was too warm, too soft, too sweet, like a lotus blooming on a summer night in June, easily exuding a scorching allure.

Lian Hongling and Wei Jun both looked away, while Harina boldly peered through her fingers at the two embracing each other.

"Xiahou Ying, before you leave, let's get engaged?" Raising her head, Yin Quan's eyes were like autumn water, brimming with light, instantly engulfing Xiahou Ying.

With his lips slightly pursed, Xiahou Ying, though unsure of the exact meaning of "engagement," could guess about 70-80% of its implications.

However, he didn't know why she would bring this up at this time. Seeing that he didn't respond, Yin Quan lifted her head from his chest, tilted her head and stared at his slightly pursed lips for a long time. Just as she was about to speak, she was interrupted.

"I agree."

Upon hearing this, her heart warmed, as if surrounded by spring water.

After learning about his past, she suddenly realized that from the very beginning, the overly harsh person was never Xiahou Ying, but herself.

She quickly released her arms from his, laughed, jumped back a step, and then turned and went back into her room. Before that, she didn't look at him again.

As the two pearwood doors, carved with diamond-shaped windows, closed before her, Xiahou Ying averted her gaze and glanced at Wei Jun. Her slightly pursed, rosy lips suddenly parted, and her voice instantly turned icy, as if carried by a wind of ice and snow, indifferent as a blade: "Does Shen Sha have any response?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Jun's expression also turned serious.

"Reporting to Master, Shensha has rescued Fang Qinshi."

Upon hearing the white-clad guard's response, Xiahou Ying's originally straight eyebrows twitched slightly.

Since Gu Lounan kidnapped Qin Chang'an that day, how could Shen Sha have so easily succeeded in capturing him now...?

Could it be that the Crown Prince intentionally released them...?

Doubts arose suddenly, like heavy clouds enveloping his mind.

Without spending much time on this matter, Xiahou Ying casually gave an order before abruptly changing the subject: "Have the people I ordered Cat's Eye to find found any new clues?"

After hearing this, Wei Jun hesitated for a moment, but did not remain silent for long: "Master, please let me report this matter later."

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Ying raised an eyebrow, glanced at the tightly sealed pear wood door in front of him, and walked up the steps with his hands behind his back.

Seeing this, Wei Jun quickly followed.

Peering through the narrow gap in the door, Yin Quan slowly withdrew her gaze only after the two figures, one in front and one behind, disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Qin Chang'an has been kidnapped?!

When did this happen? !

Xiahou Ying hadn't revealed a single word to her before ordering her rescue...?

Her fingertips were as cold as snow, her heart was pounding, and she felt quite helpless for a moment.

Clasp her hands together, gripping her clothes, and take a deep breath to calm herself.

Memories flooded back, and even with her unwavering faith in Xiahou Ying, it couldn't overcome the psychological trauma left by being bitten by a snake.

With her thoughts racing, Yin Quan turned her head to look at the crack in the door again, her lips slowly pursing into a straight line.

In the study, after Wei Jun reported everything he knew, he lowered his gaze.

Sitting at the table, Xiahou Ying's eyes narrowed slightly, his face ashen.

The person he had been searching for for five years was actually in Zhaoyang City, which undoubtedly shocked him greatly.

In the years since he returned to Xiliang from Dongzhou, he has thought about revenge almost every moment. That deep-seated hatred seems to have become one with him, flowing through his veins like blood. With each flow, it scrapes away a layer of flesh, constantly reminding and warning him that the hatred for killing his mother is irreconcilable! Even if that person... is his father!

"Is he accompanied by anyone? Is Ni Tianze the only person in the entire glass workshop?" Xiahou Ying's face was cold and his voice was indifferent as he rubbed the pen with his fingertips. His dark eyes, like the night, seemed to be filled with heavy frost, and just a slight touch would freeze one to the bone.