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

Chapter 67 No Disdain

Without answering her question, Xiahou Ying silently released her expressionlessly, then took off his outer robe and handed it to her, saying, "Go quickly and come back quickly."

With a grin, Yin Quan grabbed the robe he offered and ran towards one of the wolf carcasses.

The gaze, as clear and cold as the moonlight, slowly settled on the slender figure with loose black hair. Xiahou Ying's deep and clear eyes flickered, then softened slightly.

He ultimately underestimated her.

Whether in terms of intelligence or courage, Yin Quan would never lose to any man. Recalling their first meeting, her stubborn personality—a combination of cowardice and shamelessness that was unpleasant—made him wonder if she was a pawn that Gu Lounan or his father had intentionally placed by his side.

But she was so sincere. Whether she cried or laughed, argued or made a fuss, every look and every emotion of hers came from the heart, piercing his eyes and stabbing into his heart, leaving an indelible, burning mark on the depths of his soul.

He had to admit that she was so fresh and different from everyone he had ever met, and so surprising.

That strange feeling was like a series of winding, snake-like vines, constantly growing and coiling within him, finally wrapping around his heart, tightening inch by inch, causing him to experience an unprecedented palpitation. That palpitation was like a transparent, odorless poison, silently seeping into his very bones and blood, and when he came to his senses, he had already fallen in love.

"Alright, let's walk along the river, we're bound to run into someone."

Just then, Yin Quan's voice came down from above, no longer as hoarse as it had been at the beginning.

Looking up at the sound, Xiahou Ying saw that the once snow-white robe was now stained with a lot of wolf fur and even emitted a pungent wolf odor. He frowned immediately, but ultimately took the robe without saying a word and put it on.

Seeing the disgust and hesitation in his eyes, Yin Quan's lips twitched. She turned her smile into a light cough, then reached out her hand to him and said, "Shall I help you?"

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Ying raised an eyebrow, and a semi-transparent, dark blue halo appeared between his long, narrow black eyes, like a deep pool shrouded in pale moonlight.

Seeing that he remained silent for a while, she raised her eyebrows and feigned disappointment, saying, "It seems someone dislikes me and won't let me help them up..."

As Yin Quan was speaking, she tried to pull her arm away, but Xiahou Ying grabbed her arm at that moment.

"I do not despise you."

After hearing this, she secretly curled the corners of her lips, lowered her eyes to look at his sharp and refined features, then lowered her body a little, stretched out her other hand, and continued, "Hold on to me, I'll help you up."

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Ying followed the slender, fair wrist upwards. When he saw her beautiful, sparkling eyes, he subtly pursed his lips, then released her and stood up on his own.

Suddenly, a tall figure loomed over her. Yin Quan opened her eyes, her body involuntarily leaning back. She sighed inwardly: "He couldn't even move a moment ago, and now he's still acting tough... This guy is such a stubborn mule..."

Just as she was thinking this to herself, a chilly sound drifted from behind her, landing right on the back of her neck, making her shudder.

"Don't just stand there..."

"Yes, little baby!" Yin Quan chuckled and turned around, hugging Xiahou Ying's arm and pressing herself against him. She even whispered in an extremely intimate tone, leaving the latter speechless.

"If you don't like Yingying, how about Xiaxia?" Noticing the sudden stiffness in someone's expression, she rubbed her chin with her fingers as she walked.

Seeing his expression grow increasingly gloomy, she changed her words, "Xiaxia doesn't like it either, so what about Houhou?"

"You should still call me King Xiahou Ying..." Xiahou Ying finally couldn't help but speak, his face pale and looking like he was about to vomit blood.

"Then let's keep the baby!"

Xiahou Ying was utterly speechless.

She wasn't even listening to him...

Pressing against his muscular arm, Yin Quan tilted her head back and chuckled as she looked at his handsome face, which was a mixture of helplessness and stiffness. But before she knew it, her eyes were suddenly fixed on his long, narrow, and cold black eyes, and she froze.

"You deliberately?"

"Little Yingying, you're injured right now, don't worry about such trivial matters, it's not good for your health." She chuckled and slid her hands down his arms, holding his cold fingers as she spoke and walked forward, seemingly intentionally changing the subject.

His palm was instantly enveloped by her warm and delicate little hand. Xiahou Ying pursed his lips, and a trace of helplessness was revealed in his long, narrow black eyes. Without saying a word, he took a long stride.

The two walked along the river for a long time. Although they didn't encounter any people, they were also extremely lucky not to run into any ferocious beasts in the forest, such as wolves. Apart from a few wild rabbits, their journey was relatively smooth.

"Let's rest here for a while before continuing our journey." As the two walked to the edge of a slightly sparse forest, Xiahou Ying, who had been sparing with words the whole way, suddenly whispered something and pulled Yin Quan back. Then, he lifted his robe and sat down on the spot.

Raising an eyebrow, Yin Quan turned her head and glanced down at him. Seeing his snow-white skin and indifferent expression, she suddenly recalled the embarrassed and surprised look on his face when she reached out to pull off his robe not long ago.

"Little baby, there's a question you haven't answered yet..." Yin Quan said thoughtfully, squatting down beside him with a half-smile. She hugged her knees with one hand and rested her chin on the other, her obsidian-like eyes shining brightly in the sunlight. Although her little face was pale and lacked color, in the lingering morning light, she appeared exceptionally beautiful and ethereal, possessing a unique charm.

As she spoke, she leaned towards Xiahou Ying, her soft, teasing tone becoming increasingly light and airy.

"Hey, I was telling you, when I was about to take your clothes off earlier, you were actually thinking about some lewd things, weren't you?"

Staring intently at Xiahou Ying's pale yet handsome face, which was tinged with a crystalline white light, Yin Quan leaned closer to him, her clear black eyes filled with a mischievous grin, as if she were deliberately teasing him.

"Sigh, if you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes!"

She tentatively opened her mouth and moved closer to him.

Sunlight slanted down from the sides of the two, enveloping them quietly like a wisp of gilded sand. Yin Quan, dressed in men's clothing, leaned down in front of Xiahou Ying, whose eyes were slightly closed and whose face was like a jade sculpture, with a focused and serious expression.

The morning light, like misty rain, sprinkled on his thick, dark eyelashes. Whether it was because of the low temperature or some other reason, the tips of his thick eyelashes seemed to be covered with almost invisible fine water droplets, which, bathed in the pale golden sunlight, naturally emerged with a faint mist.

Seeing that Xiahou Ying still ignored her, Yin Quan pouted and muttered to herself: What a hypocrite! He's already thought about it; admitting it won't make him pregnant...

Thinking of this, she raised her eyebrows and stuck out her tongue at Xiahou Ying. Unexpectedly, the latter suddenly opened his eyes at this moment, causing her delicate body to tremble and lean back violently. However, due to excessive shock, she slipped and fell straight backward.

In a moment of desperation, Xiahou Ying grabbed Yin Quan's belt with one hand, but with a "whoosh" sound, the belt suddenly came undone.

She felt a chill on her chest, and with quick reflexes, she grabbed his collar and pulled him down, causing them both to fall into the shallow riverbank, with her on top of him.

The atmosphere suddenly became strange and ambiguous. Xiahou Ying braced his arms on either side of Yin Quan's body, looking down at her. A strange pink hue appeared on his snow-white skin, like a lotus reflecting the morning glow, cold and alluring.

Seeing his strange and embarrassed expression, Yin Quan frowned first, then suddenly reached out to hook his neck as if she remembered something, but he grabbed her wrist.

"what are you doing?"

"Do what you should do, little Yingying. You may be stubborn, but your body is quite honest..." As she spoke, Yin Quan curled her lips and intentionally or unintentionally dragged out her tone, making her voice exceptionally lazy. Her pair of dark eyes, like glass beads, shone brightly and captivatingly, directly into Xiahou Ying's mind, like a deep swamp, where one could sink into it with just one glance.

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Ying's slightly embarrassed and stiff expression suddenly turned cold. Before he could let go, a sharp whistling sound rang in his ears. He suddenly lowered his body and pressed down on Yin Quan, then grabbed her and rolled on the spot. With a "bang," a steel needle, slightly thinner than an arrow, was stuck in the spot where the two had just been, shattering a pebble into three pieces.

"You lecherous scoundrel! If you don't release that girl soon, I'm sure I won't miss with this arrow!"

Suddenly, at that moment, a deep, cold shout came from the edge of the forest, accompanied by a muscular man wearing a tiger-skin vest.

With a furrowed brow, Yin Quan looked puzzled.

Pervert?

Could that person be Xiahou Ying?!

With her mind racing, Yin Quan looked at Xiahou Ying. The latter seemed to have thought of the same thing at the same time, and glanced at her with a stern expression. His eyes seemed to be a warning that if she did not explain the matter clearly and clear his name, he would let her experience what real lewd behavior was like.

Involuntarily shivering, Yin Quan grinned, revealing a smile that was more like a grimace. He climbed up from the riverbank, straightened his robes, and said to the man who had rushed over, "You have misunderstood, sir. He is not a lecher."

As she spoke, she glanced at Xiahou Ying, then turned her gaze back and continued, "He is my husband."

Hearing her say this, the young man who had just shot an arrow to help the injustice was dumbfounded.

Staring blankly at the two, the young man wrapped in a tiger skin could only open his mouth in surprise.

Suddenly, at that moment, another group of burly men, whose equipment looked similar to that of the young man in front of him, ran out of the forest and rushed straight towards him.

"You brat! You ran off to a place like this without a word! You've caused us all this trouble!" The leader of the group punched the young man in the chest. Though his voice was stern, his eyes were full of worry.

Upon seeing the nail hooks, machetes, and hemp ropes tied to the waists of these men, Yin Quan raised an eyebrow, feeling a surge of excitement.

It's amazing that she was spared!

To encounter a living person, especially a hunter, in this godforsaken forest teeming with wolves is truly, truly, truly incredibly difficult!

"Uncle Hunter, please don't blame him. He was just trying to save me." With a chuckle, Yin Quan greeted him with a smile.

Upon hearing this, the unshaven hunter noticed that there were two unfamiliar faces beside the young man. He frowned and looked at Yin Quan with a puzzled expression.