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

Chapter 9 Not as beautiful as this king

After Xiahou Ying left, Yin Quan was taken to bathe by Long Jue. Unlike before, this time she was not dressed in cheap linen clothes, but rather in fine fabric that would make her eyes pop out at first glance.

Staring at the fabric that seemed to be covered with a layer of pearlescent luster, Yin Quan swallowed hard.

"Should I change into this?"

Pointing to the robes hanging like flowing water on the clothes rack, Yin Quan's voice trembled slightly.

Nodding in affirmation, Long Jue looked at her, somewhat puzzled by her reaction.

Turning her gaze back to the shimmering robe, Yin Quan reached out, her trembling fingertips gently touching the soft, flowing fabric, as if a slight touch would puncture the seemingly valuable material.

She had never been so cautious before, and even when facing Xiahou Ying, she remained fearless.

Women are women after all, especially women like Yin Quan who love beauty; it's always been in their nature.

Even though she was transported to a completely new time and space, she still loved all beautiful things, except for Xiahou Ying, of course.

With Long Jue's help, Yin Quan changed into a robe as light and thin as the sunset glow. She looked in the bronze mirror and struck a particularly flirtatious S-shape in front of it.

"Don't make any big movements, or you'll get cramps."

A chilling sound drifted in from behind, sending a shiver down Yin Quan's spine.

"You..." Yin Quan swallowed the words "just had a cramp" back down her throat, shrugged, forced a smile, and continued, "Don't you think I'm beautiful?"

Upon hearing this, Long Jue's lips twitched slightly.

Xiahou Ying, however, did not show any abnormality. He first held his chin and stared at her for a moment in a serious manner, and then answered in an even more serious manner: "Not as beautiful as me."

Staring wide-eyed at Xiahou Ying, Yin Quan realized that only one sentence could express the state of mind she was in, with a million grass mud horses galloping through her mind: When a person is shameless, they are invincible!

Ignoring the complex expression on her face, which was a mixture of shock and disdain, Xiahou Ying looked at Long Jue, who nodded slightly and then took Yin Quan's arm.

"What are you going to do?" Yin Quan asked, turning to look at Long Jue, puzzled.

"Don't move." Xiahou Ying's voice came from behind her ear. Immediately afterwards, it felt like something hit her left shoulder, and the familiar tingling and numbness followed. She really couldn't move.

Letting Long Jue do whatever he wanted to her face, Yin Quan, with her neck turned upside down, mentally drew an X on Xiahou Ying's face again.

At this point, Xiahou Ying's exquisite and handsome face had been completely covered by countless bright red crosses in her mind, losing its original appearance.

Looking at the woman in black busy in front of her, Yin Quan realized that this was the first time she had been so close to her.

Her skin was exceptionally good; it was dry and smooth, with no visible pores, as delicate as freshly risen dough.

Long Jue frowned slightly when he caught a glimpse of Yin Quan's gaze out of the corner of his eye.

She always felt that this woman was somewhat strange.

A strange way of speaking, a strange kind of courage.

Now, even the way she looks at me is starting to look strange...

Despite being slightly distracted, this did not affect Long Jue's speed. Soon, a brand new face, almost identical to her own, was created under her hands. The owner of the face was none other than Yin Quan.

After Long Jue moved away from her, Yin Quan saw her own face in the bronze mirror.

It's really weird!

So this is the legendary art of disguise!

Yin Quan originally thought that such superb martial arts skills as disguise only existed in Jin Yong's martial arts novels, but she never expected that now, at this moment, someone would use them on her face.

She subconsciously touched her face, then stared blankly at Long Jue, her eyes filled with surprise and excitement: "Is this the legendary art of disguise? Can you teach me?"

Her eyes were like the first star shining in the northern sky at dusk, dazzling and irresistible.

Long Jue's body stiffened as she held his hands, yet he seemed to be completely drawn into those dark eyes that held the entire starry sky. For a moment, he forgot to resist and refuse.

"This is a forbidden technique of the Dragon Gate. Anyone who does not belong to the Dragon Gate clan will be disfigured and die a gruesome death if they learn this technique."

After a moment of silence, Xiahou Ying's indifferent voice drifted down from above, like a bucket of cold water, instantly chilling her to the bone.

"Even disguise techniques depend on bloodline?!" Yin Quan exclaimed, her eyes wide.

"If you don't believe me, you're welcome to try. If you die disfigured and become a wandering ghost, don't blame me." Xiahou Ying shrugged, his tone still smug.

You are so cruel...

After grinding his teeth at that aloof and cold beauty's face for a while, Yin Quan finally managed to suppress his anger.

Having spent so much time with Xiahou Ying in the manor, she had come to terms with things and become more open-minded. She had finally managed to transmigrate to this world and live a second life, so it wasn't worth getting angry over a monster like him who could drive someone to their death in an instant. She only hoped that one day a celestial immortal riding on auspicious seven-colored clouds would appear and subdue him, and then the world would be at peace.

Seeing her ever-changing expression, Xiahou Ying pursed his lips slightly. He knew that she was thinking about some strange and unrelated things again.

He always felt that she was strange.

He's clearly someone who wears his heart on his sleeve, yet he always seems to be thinking things that are hard to understand.

For example... her constant boasting...

For example, the complex and ever-changing expression on her face when she looked at herself showed admiration, fear, and disgust.

He had to admit that Yin Quan was a woman so complex that she was difficult to judge accurately with the naked eye alone.

Sometimes it's like a blank sheet of paper, simple to the point of being transparent; other times it's like a layer of mist, elusive and murky.

Everything about her made it impossible for him to associate her with the identity of a concubine's daughter from a military family; she really didn't seem like a woman who had lived a secluded life in her boudoir for so long.

But he didn't seem to be a spy sent to his side by the Imperial Advisor...

After all, he had tested Yin Quan more than once and found that she did not know martial arts.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Yin Quan frowned slightly, met his gaze, and then suddenly exclaimed as if she had remembered something: "Is there something wrong with my face? Am I going to be cursed just for thinking about it?"

Seeing her terrified reaction, Xiahou Ying's lips suddenly twitched slightly.

The forbidden techniques of the Dragon Gate were obviously just a load of nonsense to deceive her... and she actually believed such an absurd reason...

"I'm just curious about something." Xiahou Ying tilted his head, chin raised, as if he were really thinking about something.

"What is it?" Yin Quan asked curiously, leaning closer to him.

"You always say I'm pretentious, but what exactly do you mean by pretentious?"

"It means you are exceptionally smart and wise!" Yin Quan answered without hesitation, her expression serious and solemn, nodding her head like a rattle drum.

"Is that so..." Upon hearing this, Xiahou Ying gently stroked his smooth chin with his slender fingers, then looked at her and said, "You're quite pretentious too."

Yin Quan was in tears.