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

Chapter 96 Sweet Punishment

Unfazed by Xiahou Ying's cold attitude, Yin Quan simply chuckled twice and fawned, "Don't worry, don't worry, I've always trusted you to handle things! Take care!"

Seeing her grinning face, Xiahou Ying raised an eyebrow, then lifted his robe and stepped over the threshold.

Watching the glittering white robes disappear behind the vermilion door frame, Yin Quan patted her chest, raised her gaze to the light blue curtains, and let out a long breath.

She only learned about Ni Tianze and the Burial Book case by chance from Lian Hongling, but her intuition told her that Xiahou Ying might have just as much information as she did.

If the truth is really as I suspect, Ni Tianze's existence might be a time bomb that could explode at any moment.

Thinking of this, she rubbed her forehead and suddenly noticed the thin chain on her left wrist.

Ever since she triggered the hair-thin bracelet from her ring in the water dungeon that day, she had never found a way to make it retract. Since the bracelet had no effect, she hadn't paid much attention to it until just now, when she remembered that she still had something wrapped around her wrist.

She stared intently at the ancient silver bracelet that gleamed with a faint blue light, her lips pursed, her expression focused.

She had been quite surprised when she saw the bracelet trigger from the ring. Especially after the bracelet severed Jiang Huan's arm, she felt an unprecedented curiosity about Xiahou Ying's mother. However, aside from that, she didn't know if the chain had any other uses. She had tried everything she could, and apart from finding the ancient silver bracelet exceptionally sturdy, she hadn't discovered any other remarkable features.

She tried biting it with her teeth and burning it with fire, but the bracelet still shone brightly, even more dazzling than before, with a clear halo surrounding it, making it look like some kind of metal that didn't belong to this planet.

The thought flashed through Yin Quan's mind, and he immediately shrugged.

No way……

The power struggles and vying for the throne are already ridiculous enough, do they really need to add science fiction elements too? Isn't it chaotic enough already...?

Thinking of this, she subconsciously shuddered.

She frowned, staring intently at the gleaming antique silver bracelet on her wrist. Then, she pursed her lips and looked at the black pearl ring on her finger.

Holding her fingers, she gazed intently at the lustrous dark green dot in the center of the black pearl, her lips slowly pursing into a straight line.

This ring truly possesses some magical qualities; one ring worn by two different people shows no difference in size. No matter how you look at it, it's undeniably quite perplexing.

Could it be that this ring can automatically adjust its size...?

The more she thought about it, the more confused she became, but even so, she couldn't figure it out for the time being.

She can even time travel... a ring that can automatically adjust its size doesn't seem so special anymore.

For a long time afterward, Yin Quan stayed in bed until a month later when she was finally allowed to get out of bed and move around.

Of course, she begged Xiahou Ying for this permission by pleading, rolling on the ground, and even resorting to all sorts of tricks, and she almost got pounced on by him.

Fortunately, he remained steadfast and only granted her request after punishing her mercilessly. He allowed her four hours of activity each day, and for every extra second, he would plant a hickey on her body in a particularly conspicuous place as punishment.

"Master, it's time to eat." Lian Hongling placed the tray on the round table in front of Yin Quan, her ears slightly red, and she lowered her gaze, not daring to look directly at her.

With her beautiful eyes slightly narrowed, Yin Quan pursed her lips.

The first time, Yin Quan was really conflicted, wishing she could rub off the almost glowing hickeys on her neck. Now, she's gotten used to it.

It's just a few hickeys...

She doesn't care!

When Lian Hongling first saw the marks on Yin Quan's neck, she didn't think much of it until she saw Yin Quan's evasive reaction and then she became slightly aware of it.

Over time, one after another, the vibrant red plum blossoms bloomed prominently on her neck, making Lian Hongling feel somewhat uncomfortable.

This……

The prince and his master haven't even consummated their marriage yet... so, it's probably a bit inappropriate for them to engage in such physical intimacy...

Lian Hongling was filled with melancholy as she pondered the matter over and over.

To remind or not to remind, that is the question.

"Hongling, I was just bitten by a dog."

Suddenly, Yin Quan's nonchalant voice drifted to her ears. She was startled and immediately looked up at her.

dog?

Is it possible to bite like that...?

"master……"

"It was from a dog bite!" Yin Quan said, her tone slightly more forceful, as she bit off a stalk of celery.

With a crisp "snap," Lian Hongling trembled, and her lips twitched.

It was as if what she had just bitten off was not celery, but Xiahou Ying's waist.

So, the master is angry with the prince...?

As Lian Hongling pondered this, a sense of helplessness suddenly arose within her, yet at the same time, she couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile.

"You don't keep dogs in the manor. Where was the master bitten?" She deliberately softened her tone as she spoke, handing the spoon to Yin Quan, her peach blossom eyes overflowing with undisguised tenderness and smiles.

Hearing her meaningful question, Yin Quan immediately narrowed her eyes, snatched the spoon from her hand and put it in the soup bowl, and said in a mournful voice, "Hong Ling, whose side are you on anyway?"

"Naturally, it belongs to you, Master." Lian Hongling replied with a smile, her charming eyes curving into crescent moons, a beauty as picturesque as a painting.

Glancing at her sideways, Yin Quan stopped talking and started struggling with her chopsticks.

More than a month has passed, and Gu Lounan has long since returned to the capital, but the Crown Prince has yet to make a move, which truly puzzles her.

Thinking of this, a fire ignited in her heart again.

What do you mean by "you must not accept anything from any other man besides him"?!

There really isn't anyone else among these "any other men," except for Gu Lounan...

She didn't like the flamboyant and stylish Grand Master Gu either, but things are innocent after all... As the saying goes, "Behind the red gates, meat and wine go to waste while on the road, frozen corpses lie," waste is the greatest crime. How come Xiahou Ying, that cold-blooded and rigid blockhead, can't understand this?

Damn, he's quite perceptive when it comes to taking advantage of her...

Suddenly remembering that her neck was almost covered in hickeys by someone, Yin Quan rolled her eyes.

Biting the tip of her chopsticks, she swallowed a few pieces of food and drank a few mouthfuls of soup, then pushed the bowl forward and said, "I'm full."

"How can you recover quickly with such a small amount of food?"

Just as she stood up, Xiahou Ying's voice suddenly came from outside the door. At the same time, a tall, slender figure with fair skin walked in, descending before Yin Quan like a god.

It was only early winter, yet Xiahou Ying was still wearing his unchanging snow-white robe, which remained wrinkle-free and dust-free, as if he had walked out of the deep sea or the snowfield. His whole body seemed to be shrouded in a clear, watery moonlight, constantly radiating a hazy, pearl-like glow.

Seeing him for a moment felt like an electric current passing through her body, and Yin Quan was stunned for a while before she came back to her senses.

Every time Yin Quan saw Xiahou Ying, she was shocked. She should have been used to his stunningly beautiful face that could make the world pale in comparison, but even now, he could always catch her off guard and leave her stunned for a few seconds, as if he took it as a hobby and enjoyed it immensely.

"If I keep feeding her like this, she'll turn into a pig..." Frowning, Yin Quan glanced at her perpetually flat stomach, feeling conflicted.

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Ying was now puzzled.

"Xiahou Ying, little Yingying, I'm not in pain anymore..."

"No."

"I haven't even said anything yet and you're already saying no!" Yin Quan glared at him unhappily, her beautiful eyes narrowing into long slits.

"You want to leave the manor."

"..."

Unable to refute, Yin Quan remained silent.

Seeing this, Xiahou Ying remained expressionless and unmoved.

In fact, although there has been no news about Ni Tianze during this period, there has been some interesting news about the deposed crown prince Xiahou Jue.

According to Maoyan, the deposed crown prince Xiahou Jue seems to have reached some kind of agreement with the Mongol tribe, and his failure at Phoenix Terrace may simply be to gain the trust of Chahar.

However, during this period, the Mongol banner of Charhan suddenly encountered a change, which is why he was in a somewhat embarrassing situation.

As far as Xiahou Ying knew, the alliance of the remnants who had previously fled from the Mongol tribe seemed to have launched a sneak attack on Charhan. Although it dealt a considerable blow to Charhan, it was merely a scratch and did not have any more substantial effect. Instead, it caused Xiahou Ying to suffer a certain degree of damage.

If Yin Quan were to find out about this, it would likely only do her harm.

He knew her personality well, and the more he knew, the less he wanted her to know.

Thinking this, Xiahou Ying sat down at the round table and ladled out a bowl of soup.

"If you want to recover quickly, you'd better listen to me." She moved her lips casually, ignoring Yin Quan's resentful gaze.

Glancing at his slender, jade-like fingers, Yin Quan, whose lips had been pursed, parted slightly, thinking: This soup has been sitting for a while, it must be getting cold soon.

Despite her thoughts, she still subconsciously reached out and took the bowl he handed her.

The moment her fingertips touched the porcelain bowl, she was startled.

Hot?

Damn, it now has a built-in heating function?

Are you kidding me? !

She was the one who transmigrated, so why wasn't she the one with all the cheat-like skills...?

With a sigh, she quickly finished her soup, placed the slightly oily empty bowl in front of him, and said, "Are you satisfied now?"

"Barely satisfactory." Without even glancing at it, Xiahou Ying casually moved his lips.

"Xiahou Ying!" she exclaimed, her temper flaring.

He raised an eyebrow and glanced at her, his eyes cold and indifferent, as if a layer of pearly light floated within them, reflecting a serene tranquility.

Under his intriguing gaze, Yin Quan immediately swallowed, ladled herself another bowl of soup, chuckled, and handed it to him, saying, "Want me to heat it up again?"

Upon seeing this, Xiahou Ying immediately frowned, his gaze towards her filled with disdain and helplessness.

He no longer stayed by her side day and night like he did at the beginning, but he would always appear on time for three meals a day.

Even though she could move around freely, he still appeared before her on time for three meals a day, never late. But most of the time, he would watch her eat, without touching his own chopsticks.

One day, Yin Quan finally couldn't contain her confusion and asked the question, only to receive a somewhat unbelievable answer: practice martial arts.