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

Chapter 99 Don't do this

After the anger came an intractable depression. Although Yin Quan knew that Xiahou Ying might just be acting out of personality, it still made her feel extremely melancholy.

It's certainly a good thing to not be interested in women, but not being interested in her is a huge problem.

If he hadn't nearly taken advantage of her on several occasions, she would definitely have started to seriously question his sexual orientation.

Seeing her ever-changing expression, Xiahou Ying curled his lips and subtly changed the subject, saying, "You dreamed about me?"

"I dreamt about it!" Upon hearing this, she nodded vigorously.

What did you dream about?

"I dreamt that you stole my money! And you said you wanted to elope with Gu Lounan!"

"..."

Seeing his facial muscles suddenly stiffen, Yin Quanzhi covered her mouth and chuckled smugly.

After laughing for a while, she cleared her throat, blinked at him, and asked, "You really didn't look at my chest just now? Actually, you did peek but were just too embarrassed to admit it, right?"

Seeing her peeking around, Xiahou Ying pursed her lips and remained silent.

“I understand you…” Seeing that he didn’t speak, she started to push her luck, even moving closer to him when he wasn’t paying attention, and then giving him a hard pat on the back: “Don’t be shy!”

This slap caused his straight, upright body, as tall and straight as a pine tree on a snowy plain, to stumble.

Nani?

She doesn't seem to have any internal energy... and she doesn't know any martial arts...

In terms of strength, I doubt even Harina could match him... How could that be...?

Could it be that these were the supplements given during this period?

Just as he was puzzled, a dazzling red trail slowly seeped out from his back, but quickly disappeared without a trace.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she opened her mouth, blurting out instinctively, "Are you injured?"

"It's alright." Xiahou Ying replied calmly, his voice as flat as his fair, snow-white skin, captivating at first glance.

"When did this happen?! Why didn't you tell me?! Could it be..."

"No." Xiahou Ying gently touched her soft, delicate red lips with his index finger, then curled his lips and interrupted her.

"Are they the Four Great Villas?"

After being denied, she quickly shifted her attention. Yin Quan's eyes trembled slightly, and her expression became somewhat tense.

A sense of helplessness welled up in Xiahou Ying's heart. He neither responded nor denied it.

Only one thought flashed through my mind: nothing can be hidden from her...

Looking at his tacit expression, she pursed her lips and began to untie his belt, but he grabbed her wrist.

"No problem."

"Your blood is practically flowing backwards, how come you're unharmed? Let me see! Let's start over..."

"Don't do this."

"If not this way, then how? Let me see your injuries..." she said, her tone gradually softening.

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Ying looked into her rather stubborn gaze and slowly released his grip.

She stood in front of him, untied the snow-white belt around his lean waist, and with a soft "whoosh" of fabric rubbing together, the overlapping lapels of his robe suddenly came undone to the sides.

She removed his outer robe and saw his well-defined abdominal muscles.

Despite the thick fabric separating them, the well-proportioned, perfectly sculpted muscles were fully revealed before her eyes, as if brimming with boundless life force.

Yin Quan swallowed hard, groping along his narrow side.

When Xiahou Ying felt a pair of soft, warm hands gently stroking his waist muscles, his eyes darkened and a flame of passion ignited in his heart.

He removed his inner garment, revealing his muscular physique to her.

Her gaze was fixed on something, her lips slightly parted, and she couldn't come to her senses for a long time.

Yin Quan had never imagined that such a muscular and perfectly proportioned physique existed in the world.

Xiahou Ying's skin was as white as snow, almost translucent, with a pearly white halo flowing across it, like mist or haze. Just looking at it was enough to make one lose all reason, and one's eyes could see nothing but this near-perfect body. One could only marvel at the wonder of the Creator and the beauty of life.

Her gaze swept over his chest, and she couldn't help but swallow again.

Those were pink cherry blossoms covered in morning dew, or pink jelly just taken out of the mold, crystal clear, tender, cute and tempting, making one's desires soar.

Startled, Yin Quan took a long time to come to her senses.

He had white bandages wrapped around his chest and waist, as well as his left shoulder.

Looking at the spot on his back where blood was constantly seeping out, she frowned, a sharp, aching pain rising in her heart.

She reached out and gently touched the scarlet spot, biting her lip. When her fingertips touched the warm, moist, sticky substance, she recoiled abruptly.

“Xiahou Ying…”

As she spoke, she suddenly lost her voice.

A sour liquid welled up in her throat, preventing her from making a sound as usual. She could only stare blankly with her lips open, unable to utter a sound for a long time.

Her emotions froze for a moment, and she gently stroked his strong back.

She was used to his protection, used to his defense, used to the fact that no matter what happened, as long as he was by her side, she could rest easy and enjoy a lifetime of peace.

But when she saw the old and new scars crisscrossing his back, she was so overwhelmed with emotion that she could hardly speak.

It was as if every word she uttered at that moment would become a new weapon, leaving hideous and terrifying marks on his body and mind.

"There's bleeding... I need to reapply the medicine. Wait for me, I'll go get it..." Yin Quan felt her voice sounding weak and almost instinctively spoke, but he stopped her.

"Don't go, it's just a minor injury."

"But……"

"Those scars..."

"Xiahou Ying, does it hurt? Are you in pain?" Before he could finish speaking, she suddenly spoke, her dark eyes seemingly veiled with a layer of extremely moist mist. She stared at him, motionless.

"It doesn't hurt anymore," he said, tightening his grip on her wrist slightly, then running his fingers over her smooth skin. Though he wanted to say something more, he ultimately remained silent.

Looking up, Yin Quan moved her lips slightly: "Bringing Harina back must have resulted in considerable losses, right?"

"If the conspiracy of the three major manors succeeds, the losses will probably be even greater."

After hearing this, Yin Quan didn't say anything more, only grinned and said, "I'll go get the medicine..."

At the Imperial Preceptor's residence, Xiahou Jue, after reading the letter sent by Chahar, smashed an enamel teacup in a fit of anger.

"Being too hot-tempered is not good; it harms your health." With his hands tucked into his wide, crimson sleeves, Gu Lounan narrowed his long, phoenix-shaped eyes and spoke slowly and deliberately.

Upon hearing the sound, Xiahou Jue grabbed a similar cup and threw it at him, aiming straight for his face, at a speed too fast for the naked eye to see.

He grabbed the teacup, took a few steps forward and placed it on the small table. Gu Lounan smiled and said respectfully, "Such a precious tribute, it would be a pity to break it."

"They're just fakes!" Xiahou Jue roared, picked up the teacup that Gu Lounan had casually placed on the table, and slammed it down heavily.

Xiahou Ying was not afraid of the Ministry of War or his father, the Emperor. He wiped out all fifteen assassins sent by the Emperor, leaving not a single corpse behind.

Truly, what a remarkable Xiahou Ying!

They don't even respect Taiji Palace!

Xiahou Jue was filled with hatred!

I hate Xiahou Ying's ruthlessness, cruelty, and decisiveness; I hate everything about him!

Now, the support of the five banners of the Mongol tribe is unlikely to be obtained in the short term, but fortunately, he still has another trump card in his hand.

However, Xiahou Ying's influence had already extended into the Forbidden City, and there were probably many more around his father.

Right now, Charhan may not trust him, but it won't be long before the tables turn.

With his hands tucked into his sleeves, Gu Lounan glanced at Xiahou Jue, whose lips suddenly curled into a smile. His long, narrow phoenix eyes remained narrowed, his expression reserved.

Xiahou Ying seemed to have been slightly injured when he fought with Jiang Huan earlier... Should he take this opportunity to get closer to Xiao Quan Quan?

Lost in thought, Gu Lounan was distracted until he heard Xiahou Jue's cold, hard voice and slowly came back to his senses.

"Father, how are you now?"

Sitting on a rosewood chair, Xiahou Jue fiddled with the red jade ring on his index finger, his sharp, hawk-like eyes holding a mysterious glint.

"Although His Majesty is getting on in years, he is still in good health." Gu Lounan answered casually, as if he had not noticed the sinister look in Xiahou Jue's eyes at all.

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Jue's slender fingers, which were caressing the ring, suddenly stopped. He stood up, put his hands behind his back, and took a step forward in his dark brocade boots embroidered with a coiled dragon pattern, instantly bringing his aura closer to him.

"I order you to remain and guard Zhaoyang. If you dare to slack off in the slightest..."

"I will leave it to Your Highness to decide." Gu Lounan replied softly, gave a slight bow, lowered his body slightly, and then stood up again.

"If you do well, I will not only not treat you unfairly, but I will also reward you. Whether it is a reward or a punishment, it is entirely up to you to decide." Xiahou Jue said slowly and deliberately, seemingly not caring about this at all, but his voice became colder and colder, as if covered with a layer of frost, freezing people's hearts.

His hawk-like, sharp, and cold gaze swept across his dark eyes. Though it was only a fleeting and extremely brief moment, it felt as real as a bolt of lightning striking Gu Lounan's eyes.

"I will heed Your Highness's teachings." Gu Lounan replied, his gaze lowered, his tone still cold and unreadable, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

There was no surprise, no fear; it was as if they were just machines, with everything they said and did pre-programmed and only requiring them to react spontaneously.

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Jue narrowed his exceptionally piercing, hawk-like eyes, remained silent for a long while, and then his lips curled into a slight upturn: "Remember my words, you only have one chance..."

His hoarse voice was like a tiny pebble thrown into a calm lake. Though it was extremely small and inconspicuous, it shattered the seemingly emotionless surface of her eyes, creating ripples that spread like fish scales for a long time before calming down.

At the Duan Prince's residence, Yin Quan first washed her hands with soap, then carefully removed the blood-soaked gauze from Xiahou Ying's body. She bit her lower lip slightly, her movements slow and deliberate. Her bright eyes, more dazzling than the stars, were very focused, constantly overflowing with heartache.

Yin Quan took a deep breath and then looked up. She applied a two-inch-long ointment, which was white with a hint of green, to the wound on the right side of his back with a cotton ball.

"Tell me if it hurts."

Xiahou Ying turned his head slightly to the side, glanced at her only once, and then looked away.

"Why did the people from the three major manors kidnap Harina?" She asked casually as she began wrapping new bandages around his body, which immediately made him frown, a flash of surprise crossing his dark eyes.