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

Chapter 8 Strange Behavior

Yin Quan, who had been drugged by Xiahou Ying, woke up with a roar.

"What the hell did you give me?!"

"Knockout drug".

"Pfft!"

Completely unprepared for the fact that Xiahou Ying himself was right beside her, Yin Quan's body went limp, and she tumbled off the horse.

She had to admit that after witnessing his ruthless and cold-blooded methods, she was quite intimidated.

Compared to being drowned in a pig cage or sleeping in a stable, Xiahou Ying was more likely to terrify her from the bottom of her heart.

At this moment, Xiahou Ying was standing beside the jade unicorn, his deep, clear eyes fixed on her, his expression indifferent, making it impossible for anyone to look directly at him.

"You really want to leave?"

After a moment of silence, Xiahou Ying spoke, "You really don't want to let me go?" Painfully getting up from the ground, Yin Quan looked at Xiahou Ying, and looking into his dark eyes that seemed to block out even the sunlight, a strange chill rose in her heart.

He wasn't exactly a tall person, but whenever she looked at him, the sense of oppression always made her feel suffocated.

"I wouldn't mind letting you die..."

With his narrow eyes slightly narrowed, Xiahou Ying extended his hand to her as he spoke.

The prince's actions today are truly bizarre!

Even the guards of the royal palace, who were used to seeing big scenes, were stunned by what they saw.

It was already astonishing that he had carried her in his arms all the way back on horseback, and now he was reaching out to her...

How bizarre! How incredibly bizarre!

Staring at Xiahou Ying's clean, moon-like white fingertips, Yin Quan was also stunned.

They bandaged her wounds before, and now they're reaching out to her again?!

what's the situation? !

As if he didn't notice her astonishment at all, he flicked his wrist, and a white silk ribbon shot out from his sleeve, wrapped around her waist, and pulled her up from the ground.

"It is your business to escape, but the Jade Kirin is a tribute horse bestowed by the emperor. If I do not find it in time, and you later sell it for money to fill your stomach, wouldn't that damage my reputation?"

"Xiahou Ying! You're the one who wants to eat horse meat hotpot!" Yin Quan started to get agitated again.

"His Majesty bestowed the Jade Kirin upon me, and how I choose to dispose of it is my business, but you have no right to do so." Raising an eyebrow, Xiahou Ying spoke in a calm and unhurried tone.

"You..." Staring at his face, which was so beautiful it was otherworldly, Yin Quan gritted her teeth, unable to find a reason to refute him.

She's a top-tier lawyer in S City... How come she gets completely crushed by Xiahou Ying, this germaphobe... She has such a stunningly beautiful face, how come her words are so dreadful?!

What grudge does he hold against her?!

The more Yin Quan looked at his expressionless face, which resembled a coffin lid, the more confused she became; the more confused she became, the more depressed she became.

After watching his straight back disappear into the vermilion gate, she turned to look at Long Jue, who had been standing beside her the whole time. Then, she looked away and reluctantly moved toward the magnificent gate that she had once so vehemently despised.

In the days following his failed escape, Yin Quan became much more obedient, behaving unusually well.

In the past few days, Xiahou Ying seemed to have completely forgotten about her existence, keeping himself so busy that he was rarely seen, either attending court or going out on private business. In short, he was never idle.

For Yin Quan, it was always better that Xiahou Ying wasn't in the mansion.

Out of sight, out of mind; no need to swallow your anger and suffer internal injuries from his expressionless face. Life is still beautiful.

Since her escape, security measures within the Prince's mansion have been increased by more than double. Not to mention the guards at the front and back gates, her personal guards have increased from one to three. According to Xiahou Ying, he recently received a secret report that the traitorous Prince of Beidi has fled to the capital region. It is said that this person is extremely vicious and will likely bring disaster to the capital and the country.

Excuse!

Even if that so-called King of the North is really that ruthless, it has nothing to do with her.

The more Yin Quan thought about it, the angrier she became, and she unconsciously frowned.

Xiahou Ying stood with his hands behind his back at the door, his lips pressed together, a subtle, intriguing light gleaming in his dark eyes.

He discovered that she was someone who habitually wore her emotions on her sleeve.

Whether angry or resentful, sad or happy.

Behind him, Wei Jun and the other two guards, responsible for watching over Yin Quan, stole glances at his ever-changing expression, and felt the same confusion in their hearts.

Master, this is really strange...

With a slight frown, Yin Quan suddenly felt a chill on the back of her neck. She looked up sharply, and Xiahou Ying's indifferent gaze poured down like holy light, reflecting his smooth, black hair, making even looking up at him feel like a desecration and a luxury.

"Long Jue, take her to bathe and change her clothes."

The chilling sound fell from above like snowflakes, penetrating from the eardrums into the heart.

Those dark, clear eyes held a deep blue glow, like a cold moon, so chilling that they kept people at a distance.

Seeing those eyes that swept over him, Yin Quan was furious.

"Xiahou Ying! Since you hate me so much, why won't you let me leave?!"

"You want to know?"

Yin Quan was taken aback by his question.

Of course she wanted to know; if she didn't want to know, why would she ask?

She glared at him, suddenly feeling a little annoyed.

She utterly loathed his probing tone and attitude; she was fed up with it!

"Come with me to visit some distinguished guests, and I may consider telling you."

Before she could speak, Xiahou Ying walked away on his own.

With her mouth slightly agape, Yin Quan watched the tall, receding figure until she finally shouted, "Xiahou Ying, will you die if you don't act cool?!"

Hearing the angry shouts coming from behind, Xiahou Ying, who had already walked some distance, paused slightly, his eyebrows slowly rising.

What does "showing off" mean?