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

Chapter 98 Any Means Required

"Master..." Wei Jun and Pang Ban spoke in unison, clearly not wanting their master to get too close to that blood gourd-like person.

After all, even if that person is still alive, they are enough to pose a deadly threat.

One must never be careless towards the people of Taiji Palace.

As if he hadn't heard the two people's voices, Xiahou Ying didn't respond at all. He walked straight toward the disheveled, convulsing figure and finally stopped less than ten feet away from it.

Upon seeing this, the four white-clad guards, including Wei Jun and Pang Ban, along with the Ghost Slayer guards entrenched around them, all held their breath, placing their fingers on their weapons, ready to strike.

Xiahou Ying, on the other hand, showed no other expression except for the dark light constantly emanating from his cold black eyes.

His expressionless gaze fell upon the figure that was almost one with the blood, and his pursed lips twitched almost imperceptibly: "If I don't kill you, the Crown Prince will. There is only one ending for you."

"Heh, Your Highness...why not make a move...give this humble servant a quick death!" The man wanted to sneer, but the mouthful of blood turned his laughter into a strange and eerie cry. He growled intermittently, and perhaps because he was too emotional, he immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"I know that you have a wife and a son in Zhaoyang City..." Ignoring the man's hoarse growl, Xiahou Ying kept his eyes down, his dark eyes, as cold as the moonlight, showed not even the slightest ripple, as if he were talking to himself.

"You!..." Upon hearing this, the man spat out a mouthful of blood, slammed his fist into the ground, and immediately began to crawl toward Xiahou Ying. However, the four white-clad guards behind him, who were quick-witted and agile, simultaneously placed their long swords against his throat, which he was struggling to raise.

"If you were to die like this, your wife and children would immediately follow you to the underworld. Xiahou Jue will not leave them to become a future threat..." Xiahou Ying's thin lips moved, his voice remaining calm, indifferent, and cold, containing a trace of detachment and aloofness.

After hearing this, the man remained silent and did not respond. After a brief silence, he suddenly let out a series of terrifying hoarse laughs. The laughter was shrill and desolate, like the wailing of a vengeful ghost echoing in a mass grave at midnight. It sounded heart-wrenching, as if he had given up all hope and fighting spirit, leaving only an empty and meaningless shell like a walking corpse.

“Kill me!” he roared hysterically.

"Killing you is natural, but I will not let you die in vain." Xiahou Ying's cold voice rang out in the blood-soaked air, as cold as ice and snow, devoid of any warmth.

His snow-white robe looked like a white ghost from the underworld to the blood-soaked guards of the Taiji Palace. Though he was a living person, he was more cruel and ruthless than anyone else.

He's a ghost!

Xiahou Ying is a monstrous demon who walks among humans, devouring their bones and sucking their marrow!

There is no one in the world more terrifying than him!

"I swear to Heaven that I will use every means to protect the lives of your family and ensure that they will never have to worry about food or clothing again..."

Suddenly, the voice in his ear was no longer so cold and aloof. The person trembled violently and remained silent for a long time.

"But there's a condition." Xiahou Ying continued, his eyes flickering slightly, then paused, as if observing his reaction.

"This humble servant would never betray his master for personal gain! Kill me!" the man roared, and as he roared, he desperately rammed forward, then sank down with force. He felt a slight weight on his arm, and by the time Pang Ban hurriedly tried to sheathe his sword, the man was already dead.

With his thin lips pressed together, Xiahou Ying took a few steps forward and stopped in front of the person. He then nodded and looked down, immediately pressing his lips even more tightly together.

Just as Yin Quan felt that the front yard had finally returned to quiet, she stood up, but was stopped by Zhuang Xun.

"Your Highness, please stay here and do not make things difficult for your subordinates."

Upon hearing this, Yin Quan looked at the still-childish face in front of her and pouted.

"I can stay home, but you have to tell me what's going on outside."

"I don't know either..." Upon hearing her say this, Zhuang Xun was immediately at a loss.

"Fine, I won't make things difficult for you." Helplessly, she turned around and sat back down at the table, resting her chin on her right hand, her eyes darting around.

Such a commotion was so sudden; she couldn't figure out who it could be for the time being...

With her chin resting on her hand, Yin Quan stared at the flickering candlelight before her, her mind racing.

The more she thought about it, the more confused she became.

At this moment, perhaps sleeping is the more appropriate thing for her to do.

Thinking this, Yin Quan lay down on the couch without hesitation and quickly fell asleep.

Seeing her fast asleep from afar, Zhuang Xun, with his baby face, scratched the back of his head in surprise. Almost instinctively, he looked at Lian Hongling, who was also guarding the room, and asked in a low voice, "Is the Princess always like this?"

“It’s always like this.” Lian Hongling said, her red lips curving slightly as she glanced back inside, her expression softening considerably in an instant.

The next day, when the sun shone into the room, Yin Quan woke up shouting Xiahou Ying's name.

"Dreaming of me?" A cold voice drifted down from above. Sleepy-eyed Yin Quan blinked and fell back into bed.

She must not be fully awake yet...

"master!"

Harina?!

A sudden jolt went through her mind, and she sat up abruptly, glaring at the pale and thin girl standing by the bed, a pang of sorrow gripping her heart.

"Then...it's you?!" Jumping off the bed, grabbing her thin arm that was almost bone-deep, Yin Quan stared at her with his dark eyes, his lips trembling, unable to utter a sound for a long time.

She had been attacked by a villain before, and although she was rescued by Xiahou Ying, she was already seriously injured. She only learned of Harina's disappearance half a month later.

However, due to the severity of her injuries, Xiahou Ying did not allow her to inquire about them at all.

Now that he has finally brought Harina back to her, her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, can finally be put at ease.

"Master, Master, I..." Harina's voice trembled more violently than Yin Quan's. Dark red blood beads were seeping from her pale, chapped lips. She was still wearing the pink dress she had worn on the day she was kidnapped, and she looked particularly thin and pitiful.

Her hair was disheveled, her face was dirty, and she smelled strongly of straw and rust.

He gently stroked her cold, sallow face, ignoring the filth and dirt still clinging to her body, and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly for a long, long time.

"Let me go, I'm dirty..." A faint blush rose to her little face. Hari struggled a little, but Yin Quan held her even tighter.

"What's so dirty! I'm not like Xiahou Ying, I don't have a cleanliness obsession!" Yin Quan said dismissively as she released her, cupped Ha Ri's dirty little face in her hands, swayed it from side to side, and squinted as she said, "Hmm, she's lost weight and gotten darker. Hong Ling, give her a good wash..." She paused for a moment, then grinned, revealing two canine teeth, and continued, "Go with her."

After saying that, Yin Quan stuffed Harina's wrist into Lian Hongling's hand, then watched the two of them walk out of the room with a smile. She then looked at Xiahou Ying and took a few steps closer to him, but the latter subtly stepped back, putting distance between them.

"Don't come near me." Xiahou Ying said coldly, his thin lips moving slightly, and his gaze toward Yin Quan revealed an undisguised disgust.

"You're so dramatic! It's rare for me to take the initiative to give you a hug to thank you properly, now..." Yin Quan shrugged, pouting, and dragged out her words, glancing at him as she spoke before quickly looking away.

"You've always been very proactive with me." Xiahou Ying said expressionlessly, not intending to give her a chance to finish.

"Where have I always been the one to take the initiative?"

"Do you really want me to list them all?" He raised an eyebrow and looked at her, his expression suddenly becoming somewhat profound and serene.

Uh……

Eh? !

Yin Quan swallowed hard, quickly going through all the things she had done to him in her mind.

I absolutely refuse to admit to something like this, no matter what!

If his evil scheme succeeds, I'll never be able to live like this again!

As Yin Quan was thinking this, she suddenly felt a tightness in her scalp.

Damn, does he really remember every single thing she's ever done to him?!

Why memorize these things of all...?

Is he feeling empty, lonely, and cold...?

As she watched her gaze gradually shift from resentment to surprise and finally to sympathy, Xiahou Ying slowly frowned, thinking: Her mind must be filled with those bizarre and outlandish thoughts again.

"You really don't want to hug me?"

Just as he was pondering this, Yin Quan's soft voice suddenly came.

Lowering his gaze to look at her, Xiahou Ying pursed his lips and fixed his eyes on a thin, dry, yellow straw on her chest.

When she noticed his gaze lingering on her chest, Yin Quan suddenly felt puzzled, and a little shy as well.

Is he staring at her chest...?

What the hell is going on?!

What's with that blatant red look in her eyes?!

She seemed to have only asked him if he wanted to hug her... Could that be some kind of implication in this era...?

A myriad of possibilities flashed through her mind in an instant. Almost instinctively, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, shrank back slightly, and asked somewhat awkwardly, "What are you looking at?"

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Ying noticed the slight blush rising on her cheeks and immediately understood the implication behind her words.

He curled his lips into a smile, his long, slender, and fair fingers tracing back and forth across his sharply defined, smooth jawline for a moment. His dark eyes, as deep as the darkest night sky, locked her firmly within them, making her feel somewhat nervous and her chest tight.

Carefully watching his interested gaze, Yin Quan subconsciously swallowed.

"You can't, you..."

"I won't do anything?"

"You bastard! Do you have to be so twisted?!"

"Twisted?" His tone rose slightly, and his thin, blood-red lips parted slightly, revealing a subtle, enigmatic smile.

"Is it I who am twisted, or you?"

"Huh?" Completely unable to keep up with Xiahou Ying's pace, Yin Quan stared at him with wide eyes and took a step back.

"There's a straw in your chest..." Seeing her so nervous, Xiahou Ying stared at her in silence for a long time before speaking softly.

What?!

straw?!

On her chest?!

How could there be straw on her chest?!

Ah!

Could it be that it got on me when I hugged Harina earlier?!

Damn it, wasn't he just looking at straws instead of his own chest?!

Was her 34C less attractive to him than a broken straw?!

This is blatant personal attack!

Can we still be happy together?!

What was initially a bit of shyness suddenly transformed into a raging fire, rampaging through Yin Quan's body like a wild, untamed horse galloping wildly, causing her heart, liver, and lungs to ache.