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

Chapter 70 Intimate Actions

Well? !

With her eyes wide open, Yin Quan, who was usually eloquent, was experiencing for the first time what it meant to be speechless.

Death anniversary?!

She had never heard Xiahou Ying mention anything about his mother before, and now that he had suddenly brought it up, she felt a sense of being caught off guard.

Staring intently at him, Yin Quan slightly relaxed her somewhat stiff shoulders, releasing her hands from his arms. Then, she moved her lips slightly, raised her eyebrows, and asked, "Don't you plan to let me meet her?"

As if he had not expected Yin Quan to react this way, Xiahou Ying's face froze for a moment, then stiffened. His thin lips, as delicate as cicada wings, tightened and loosened repeatedly, as if his emotions, which were difficult to express at this moment, were sometimes light and sometimes heavy, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and he had difficulty controlling them.

Without a word, Xiahou Ying turned around and stood at the door. After a long while, he strode forward.

Standing there, watching his straight back suddenly turn cold and lonely, Yin Quan pursed her lips, then turned around and closed the door. She followed him, but he suddenly stopped, causing her to bump her nose in surprise.

Covering her nose, she let out a painful cry that sounded like a cat's meow. Yin Quan frowned, her eyes suddenly tightening and burning; she was in so much pain that she wanted to cry.

This doesn't make sense...

She didn't cry when she hit a rock a thousand times more painfully before, so how could she cry now?!

What a rip-off!

Hearing the low hum behind him, Xiahou Ying frowned slightly. When he turned around and looked at Yin Quan's two watery, red eyes, he felt a strange urge to laugh, but he quickly suppressed it.

When the two of them were attacked and fell into the water, she didn't utter a sound even when she was seriously injured by the turbulent current in order to save her own life. Now, she only bumped into him and her eyes reddened. He really couldn't understand this woman.

Not only do I not understand her, I also don't know how to describe her.

Noticing the clear, cold gaze that was quietly descending from above, Yin Quan lifted her wet, curled eyelashes and glanced at him. For a moment, she hesitated, unsure whether to continue covering her nose or let go.

The two stared at each other until Xiahou Ying spoke: "Are you crying?"

"I didn't cry! It was just a bump on my nose! It's nothing! I don't cry that easily! You're seeing things!" Yin Quan retorted quickly, letting go of his hand, raising his chin high, looking furious.

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Ying remained silent and looked down at her for a moment before raising his head. He neither refuted nor confirmed, but subtly curled the corners of his lips.

Seeing that he only smiled and didn't say anything, a small flame suddenly ignited in Yin Quan's heart.

She was unwilling to accept it...

"Xiahou Ying, explain yourself! What do you mean by not speaking?!" She shouted as she tugged at his wide sleeve. Before she could finish speaking, he suddenly turned his head and looked at her. At the same time, he extended a long, slender finger with a gleaming tip and touched her brow, then applied a little pressure.

With her lips slightly parted, Yin Quan stared at him intently, remaining silent.

What's going on?!

What did Xiahou Ying do to her just now?

he……

Why do I keep feeling... that his actions just now... seemed a little ambiguous? And a little... sweet?

Thinking of this, Yin Quan felt goosebumps all over and didn't dare to think any further.

"Come here, I will take you... to meet my mother..."

As I was lost in thought, a clear, calm sound, like the moon reflected in water, suddenly came to my ears.

Looking in the direction of the sound, she only saw a handkerchief.

Yin Quan's gaze lingered on the handkerchief for a moment. She lifted her eyelashes and looked up. Her lips, as delicate as lotus leaves in early summer, twitched slightly, but she ultimately couldn't voice the question in her heart.

Noticing the fleeting hesitation in her eyes, Xiahou Ying lowered his dark eyes, averted his gaze, and slowly spoke: "My mother left me two things before she passed away. One is this unfinished handkerchief, and the other is a ring."

His voice was as flat as flowing water, as if he were an outsider who had never poured out any emotion.

As he spoke, he glanced at Yin Quan. Xiahou Ying's dark eyes were like the night, deep and unfathomable, yet a faint sadness appeared between his brows. That emotion was almost tangible, as if visible to the naked eye, like a wisp of smoke or mist shrouding his eyes, making it impossible to discern his true feelings for a moment.

Staring intently at him, Yin Quan repeatedly tried to speak, but each time the words reached her lips, she could only forcefully chew them up and swallow them back down.

Suddenly, she felt an unprecedented sense of depression and frustration, more disorienting than being unable to speak. She was truly at a loss.

Seeing her hesitate several times, Xiahou Ying's eyes softened. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly saw Yin Quan climb onto the round stool. Then, a somewhat stiff but extremely earnest voice came from beside him: "Xiahou Ying, I don't know how to comfort you, so..."

As Yin Quan spoke, she immediately reached out and grabbed his blouse, kissing his cold, thin lips. She quickly released him, but unexpectedly, he grabbed the back of her head and pushed her forward, turning what should have been a light, comforting kiss into a deep, aggressive one that made her blush.

Suddenly frowning, Yin Quan, who was lying on Xiahou Ying's chest, clenched her fists, filled with shock.

He actually kissed her like that in front of his mother's belongings?!

what's the situation? !

Shouldn't he have been mindful and respectful on the anniversary of his mother's death... and avoided... avoided doing such a thing?!

Has he, he, he misunderstood something?!

Or perhaps she misunderstood something?

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became, until she started to have trouble breathing, at which point he finally let her go.

"So, this is the way you came up with to comfort me?"

Staring at him with wide-open eyes, Yin Quan's lips were slightly parted as if her soul had left her body. All she could see were Xiahou Ying's slightly raised eyebrows and his thin, cool lips that seemed to be upturned but not upturned. There was nothing else.

Her mind went completely blank for a moment. She was stunned, confused, bewildered, and shocked. Countless emotions surged within her, so many that she couldn't make sense of them. It wasn't until she felt a cool, refreshing touch on her fingers that she snapped back to reality.

"This ring is the second keepsake left by my mother."

Startled by his words, Yin Quan first stared at Xiahou Ying, then lowered her head. Almost instinctively, she tried to take off the ring, but he grabbed her wrist.

"Xiahou Ying, this..."

"Ah Quan, are you willing to accept this?"

Looking into his deep, dark eyes, unfathomable and flickering in the candlelight, Yin Quan truly wanted to cry.

During her student days, she had fantasized a thousand times about the scene of her beloved putting a ring on her finger. Now that it had come true in a time and space that she had no concept of, her feelings were very complicated.

This scene was undeniably tacky, yet at this moment, her heart felt warmer than ever before, as if enveloped in sunshine, cozy and hot, almost melting.

If she weren't in this distant time and space, she would almost have begun to doubt whether Xiahou Ying's actions and words were intentional. However, in this era, rings were not traditional tokens of love between men and women.

Thinking of this, Yin Quan looked away, not answering his question, but instead curling her lips into a smile and asking in return, "Are you sure it's really okay to give me this on the anniversary of your mother's death?"

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Ying slightly raised the corners of his lips, but released Yin Quan's wrist without saying a word. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist and lifted her off the round stool. Then, he lowered his eyes and said, "This ring was originally a token that my mother ordered me to give to my beloved."

His voice was like a still stream, without any ups and downs, without any ripples, and you could not even hear any emotion in it. It was calm and serious, with an unadorned solemnity.

Sensing the nonchalant air in his tone, Yin Quan looked up at Xiahou Ying, then looked away at the ring.

It was an antique silver ring with a pearl set in the center that was jet black but had a faint green glow. The design was nothing special, but it fit her finger perfectly, as if the ring had been made specifically for her.

"Xiahou Ying, once you've given it to me, it's mine. You can't go back on your word."

As if he hadn't expected her to respond like that, Xiahou Ying pursed his lips, remained silent for a long while, then pinched her soft, delicate chin, and gently kissed her smooth, full forehead, replying, "Since I have given you my mother's keepsake, I have never intended to take it back..."

A cool sensation, like snowflakes falling, touched her forehead. Yin Quan raised her gaze upwards, her lips twitching imperceptibly, before changing the subject: "We've been dawdling for so long, the food must be cold. I'll have the waiter heat it up..." As she spoke, she turned to break free from Xiahou Ying's embrace, but he held her tightly, and she couldn't move an inch for a moment.

With a slight lift of her eyebrows, Yin Quan looked up, somewhat puzzled.

"Before you, I have never given this ring to anyone, including Qin Chang'an."

"So, before me, you liked other women besides Qin Chang'an?" Frowning, Yin Quan pouted and grabbed his collar with both hands, quite displeased.

Her question caused Xiahou Ying's expression to darken.

I have to admit, her ideas were really strange...

Suddenly, just as he was slightly distracted, the pressure on his clothes loosened abruptly, and then a melodious voice, like silver bells in the wind, reached his ears: "Even if you don't explain, I still believe you..." As she spoke, she turned and walked towards the door. Before opening the door, Yin Quan glanced at Xiahou Ying, who was still standing there, his body somewhat stiff, and continued: "In this world, you are the only person I can trust."

After saying that, she opened the door and walked out, quickly disappearing from the sight of the person inside the room.

Seeing Yin Quan emerge from the room from afar, the Ghost Slash members, who had previously hidden themselves away, were all filled with confusion.

This isn't what we agreed on...

Why did Miss Yin come out so quickly...?

It hasn't even been half an incense stick's time. Could it be that Master has angered someone again?

Everyone, including Wei Jun, was filled with curiosity about what had happened in the room until that clear, cold voice, like snow falling on a winter night, slowly rang out, and everyone suddenly snapped out of their daze.

"Wei Jun".

Before Xiahou Ying could finish speaking, a figure suddenly leaped out of the previously empty corridor.

"Has Gu Lounan made any moves these past few days?"

"Reporting to Master, no one has entered or left the dilapidated temple outside the village in the past three days, including the Tianlang and Qisha armies that came with them; they have all behaved themselves."

After hearing this, Xiahou Ying pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows, about to say something more, when Yin Quan, who had just gone to call the waiter, brought the person over.