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

Chapter 63 contains many typos.

After listening, Wei Jun shook his head and gave a negative answer in a deep voice, then lowered his gaze even further.

Having served Xiahou Ying for ten years, he still couldn't adapt to it.

After all, the relationship between him and his master was less like that of master and servant and more like that of close friends.

After all, in the early years of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, there were many times when Xiahou Ying's life was saved by him at the cost of his own.

With a slight pursing of his lips and a slight twitch of his brows, Wei Jun hesitated briefly before speaking as if he had made a great decision: "Master... you still don't intend to tell Miss Yin about this?"

Upon hearing this, the sinister and cold look in Xiahou Ying's long, narrow black eyes faded slightly, replaced by an indescribable helplessness and bitterness. He then raised his gaze to Wei Jun, his thin, blood-red lips twitching almost imperceptibly, and said in a hoarse voice, "For now, she shouldn't know."

The following day, Yin Quan learned from Wei Jun that Xiahou Ying had spent the previous night in his study.

“Miss Yin, our master has actually suffered a lot.”

Clenching his fists, Wei Jun looked at Yin Quan with a hesitant expression in his eyes, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Seeing this, Yin Quan didn't ask any further questions. She simply averted her gaze, put down her brush, picked up a piece of Xuan paper, blew on the damp ink, and then placed it back on the table. At the same time, a figure as upright as a cedar tree stepped in from outside the door.

What are you doing here?

"Are you afraid I'll see the love letters you wrote to your first love back then?" Yin Quan raised an eyebrow and asked back. She smiled, her eyes crinkling like fish tails, lively and pretty. Fireworks seemed to bloom in her eyes, sparkling like stars, dazzling the mind.

Xiahou Ying frowned slightly at her question, pursed his lips, and swept his clear, watery gaze over Wei Jun before turning his gaze forward. He found that Yin Quan, who had been behind the long table, was now standing in front of him.

"This is our prenuptial agreement. Let's put our fingerprints on it."

Looking over the still-wet ink on the Xuan paper, Xiahou Ying's slightly pursed lips twitched almost imperceptibly, and his cool, moonlight-like gaze flickered.

"Hurry up and press it, we have things to do later." Seeing his indifferent expression, Yin Quan urged him.

Upon hearing this, he reached out and took it, lowering his gaze to the paper. His expression stiffened, and the aloofness that had enveloped him vanished, replaced by an emotion that was difficult to discern.

Not to mention Yin Quan frowning as she looked at it, even Wei Jun couldn't quite figure it out for a moment.

The two looked at Xiahou Ying's rather strange and stiff expression, and were both puzzled for a moment.

"There are many typos."

Only after a long while did a light, slow voice sound from above, like a stream of cold water slowly flowing down, which unknowingly poured over Yin Quan from head to toe, truly chilling her to the bone.

First, he was startled; then he was bewildered; and finally, he was filled with raging anger.

Yin Quan's eyebrows furrowed, and she was about to explode, but Wei Jun interrupted her: "Master, Miss Yin is, after all, a concubine's daughter..." As he spoke, he glanced at Xiahou Ying's hand without leaving a trace, and immediately fell silent.

Your Highness is right... there are many typos...

Feeling a pang of sadness, Wei Jun immediately stopped talking.

Seeing the master and servant on the other side acting as if they were in cahoots, Yin Quan frowned and reached out to snatch the paper from Xiahou Ying's hand. However, he easily dodged her and raised his hands slightly higher, as if he was deliberately making things difficult for her.

"Xiahou Ying! Give it to me! Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me!" He kept jumping around in front of him. The angrier Yin Quan got, the less he could get it. The less he could get it, the angrier he got. It was like he was trapped in a vicious cycle and couldn't get out of it.

Ignoring her angry shout, Xiahou Ying raised the corners of her narrow eyes, and her thin lips, like red plum blossoms in the snow, suddenly curved into a smile, like a rose blooming silently in the long night. The evening breeze carried a seductive fragrance that went straight through her nostrils and into her bones. In an instant, she was covered with thorny vines that clung to her, exuding a mixture of allure and danger.

Glancing over from the side, Wei Jun noticed the deep blue light surging silently in Xiahou Ying's eyes, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

Is it really okay to continue letting things drift like this...?

Master... seems to be becoming increasingly degenerate in some ways...

Seeing that Xiahou Ying was deliberately teasing her, Yin Quan frowned, lifted her skirt, gathered her strength, and jumped, grabbing the corner of the paper. With a crisp "rip", the paper was torn into two neat pieces as she landed. One piece was held in Xiahou Ying's hand, while the other was held between her fingers.

With her beautiful eyes wide open, Yin Quan first glanced at Xiahou Ying, then looked down at her own hand. The anger that had been building up in her chest surged up instantly. She immediately grabbed his neatly pressed collar, which was as smooth as fresh snow without a single wrinkle, and growled, "A typo is a typo! Just sign it! It's torn in half now! What are you going to do about it!"

Seeing Yin Quan's aggressive and domineering demeanor, Wei Jun's lips twitched even more violently.

The only person in the entire world who would dare to grab their master by the collar and spout such nonsense is probably Miss Yin.

Silently lowering his gaze to the soft, delicate body that was almost pressed against him, Xiahou Ying grasped her wrists and gently lifted her hands from his rumpled clothes. He then set her right hand down and, at the same time, took an ivory hairpin from the simple white jade crown with flowing clouds above her head. Before she could react, he pierced the tip of her middle finger. The whole action was swift and fluid, without the slightest hesitation.

Yin Quan winced in pain and flinched, about to speak, but Xiahou Ying grabbed her finger and pressed bloody fingerprints onto the two pieces of paper that had been torn in half before finally letting go of her.

Seeing Xiahou Ying pierce her long, jade-like, white fingertip again, her eyes widened in shock, a flood of doubts welling up inside her. For a moment, she forgot how to even cry out in surprise, and could only blink repeatedly, staring intently. It wasn't until he held up the half of the contract bearing their bloody fingerprints in front of her that she realized what was happening.

"Xiahou Ying..." Her voice suddenly became hoarse. Yin Quan moved her lips slightly, her fingers gripping the half-contract tightly until her knuckles turned blue and white, without a trace of blood. Her throat felt dry and parched. At this moment, she realized that in this world, there really could be a moment when the feelings between two people were more powerful than words.

"Now, your bloody fingerprints are also on this. If you try to escape again, even if you go to hell or heaven, I will definitely bring you back. You will not have the right to go back on your word." Xiahou Ying's thin lips moved slightly, and the blue halo between his cold black eyes seemed to be there and not there. It was a bit soft and a bit bewitching, winding like floating ice and snow water intertwined. The moonlight poured up and reflected directly on the white stones at the bottom of the stream, attracting a lifetime of beauty.

As Xiahou Ying spoke, his gaze fell and then rose again. He glanced at Wei Jun beside him and continued, "Wei Jun is the witness to this matter."

Upon hearing this, Yin Quan felt a surge of warmth in her chest, as if a warm current flowed into her heart and then through her veins, spreading throughout her body. In an instant, her limbs and bones felt warm and cozy, all because of his seemingly ordinary yet deeply moving words. At the same time, it strengthened her resolve to do what she was about to do.

Folding the half-sheet of paper neatly and tucking it into her bosom, Yin Quan glanced at Wei Jun and said, "Wei Jun, could you go outside and stand guard? I have something I want to say to the Prince alone." As she spoke, she looked at Xiahou Ying, her clear blue eyes, like flowing autumn water, fixed on his long, narrow, cold black eyes, her expression seemingly focused and profound.

After hearing this, Wei Jun gave the two men a slight bow, then strode out of the study and closed the door from the outside.

Yin Quan briefly moved her lips, then slightly raised her delicate, pointed chin and asked, "Qin Chang'an, has he been kidnapped?"

Her voice was flat and her tone was gentle, as if she were asking about something very ordinary. Her clear, bright eyes, like those of a piece of glass, showed no doubt or hesitation, only open and honest curiosity.

"Did you hear the conversation between me and Wei Jun yesterday?" Without giving a direct yes or no answer, Xiahou Ying simply asked a completely new question with a blank expression.

"I heard you, so I'm asking you for confirmation now." Without avoiding the question, Yin Quan looked directly at him, her eyes sparkling like jade and stars.

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Ying raised his chin, and a hint of inquiry suddenly appeared on his previously calm and slender features. However, he quickly nodded and replied in a deep voice, "That's right, but the person has already been rescued by Pang Ban."

"Hmm..." Upon receiving his reply, Yin Quan's slightly parted lips suddenly pursed, and her previously frank and direct gaze also withdrew. She only made a muffled sound that seemed to be a response, making it impossible to discern the emotions contained within.

"You mind?"

A cool, slightly teasing voice suddenly drifted down from above. Yin Quan looked up, only to be met with a pair of narrow eyes that suddenly loomed close. Those crescent-shaped eyes shone faintly in the pale golden sunlight, mingling with the scent of morning dew surrounding him. She was momentarily stunned, her mind going blank for a second. She quickly took a step back, her face flushed with anger, and snapped, "Of course I mind! If you want to save her, just do it openly! Why did you have to hide it from me?! Do you think I'm that petty?!"

Xiahou Ying remained silent as Yin Quan roared, without interrupting her, only raising an eyebrow when she finished yelling.

Upon seeing this, Yin Quan was immediately taken aback.

Eh? !

Not saying a word... but raising an eyebrow?!

What... what does this mean?!

Does he really think she's a petty woman?!

His unfathomable expression fueled her anger once more. Yin Quan glared at him, her beautiful eyes wide, and was about to speak when he interrupted her.

Is that all you want to know?

"I..." She leaned forward subconsciously, her red lips slightly parted, but after uttering only one word, she didn't know how to continue the conversation.

"Harina told me everything." As Yin Quan hesitated in silence, Xiahou Ying's clear and melodious voice rang out again, as if she had no intention of giving her any time to hesitate or think.