On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 287: Kissing on the Lips

Chapter 287: Chapter 287: Kissing on the Lips

"Of course, the Commandery Princess must be inclined!" Eunuch Ye said with a smile, before bidding farewell to the Old Prince Zhenbei and his wife, as well as the Prince Zhenbei and his wife, "I must return to the palace to report."

Lai Taihong gave a slight nod, gesturing for the steward to see him out.

As the eunuch walked away, Leng Yu Yan’s brows and eyes subtly shifted; the man’s words carried a hidden message, but she knew that the selection of a husband wasn’t just up to whom she favored.

Otherwise, why hadn’t the Emperor made a decision following her and Ye Yiheng’s actions in the Imperial Study?

Now they were making a big show of sending them to Huixin Pavilion, her intuition told her that there might well be schemes, both overt and covert, waiting for them the next day.

Leng Yu Yan approached Lai Ran: "Father King, do you think there will be some sort of trap tomorrow?"

Lai Ran patted Leng Yu Yan’s shoulder as a gesture of reassurance: "Tomorrow, your grandparents, your father, and your mother will all enter the palace with you. Your brothers are at home; even if there is a trap, your eldest brother and the others will have measures in place."

Lai Taihong said, "Before the decision is finalized, the Emperor won’t dare to do anything too blatant."

Despite her father and grandfather’s reassuring words, Leng Yu Yan still felt uneasy.

Thinking that Ye Yiheng would also be there, for some reason, the worry in the depth of her heart lessened a little.

--

The next morning, the Lai Family entered the palace.

Within the palace, there was a large lake, and on its midst rested a small island, on which stood towers inscribed with Huixin Pavilion.

Although it was named a pavilion, it was actually a small palace.

When they reached the water pavilion beside the lake, a palace maid approached: "Commandery Princess, Consort Xian wishes to present a set of splendid garments to you. If you could please follow this servant to Chenglan Palace."

Leng Yu Yan looked towards Lai Ran: "Father King."

As Lai Ran was about to speak, the Emperor chuckled, "Consort Xian has two sons. She wants Beilan to be her daughter-in-law; this is her way of buttering us up."

"Beilan, just go to Chenglan Palace," the Empress Dowager also laughed, "No matter which Prince is chosen, in the end, you will become our granddaughter-in-law. Accepting a set of splendid garments from Consort Xian is not excessive."

With the Emperor and Empress Dowager saying so, Leng Yu Yan could hardly refuse.

She said to Lai Ran, "Father King, please take good care of mother and grandparents; I will return promptly."

Lai Ran nodded and gently patted her forearm, signaling her to be safe.

Leng Yu Yan nodded in understanding, assuring him she would be careful, then followed the palace maid to Chenglan Palace.

The Old Prince and his wife, along with the Prince Zhenbei and his wife, accompanied the Emperor and the Empress Dowager by boat to the little island in the middle of the lake.

After the span of one cup of tea, Leng Yu Yan entered Chenglan Palace.

Upon seeing her arrival, Consort Xian’s smile was graceful and warm, "My mother and Madam Lai are biological sisters. You should have called me ’Aunt’. But then, Prince Zhenbei recognized you as his own. Our relation as relatives was erased, and for that, I grieved for quite some time."

She stepped forward, warmly grasping Leng Yu Yan’s hand, "Now, the chance has come again. If we can’t be connected by blood, we could be bound by marriage. You know I have two sons, Fourth and Seventh."

Leng Yu Yan couldn’t help but admire the abilities of a woman who had struggled in the palace for many years.

To smile and welcome her this way after practically having been at daggers drawn, this acting skill was truly remarkable!

"Princess speaks so, making Beilan feel quite embarrassed," Leng Yu Yan said with feigned anxiety, "The Princess also knows that Beilan’s heart is set on the Crown Prince; how could I choose another?"

"You child, you are too honest!" Consort Xian’s smile was properly poised, "Someone come, help the Commandery Princess change."

"Change clothes?" Leng Yu Yan didn’t understand.

If sending clothes was just that, did he also have to put them on?

"Today’s Autumn Banquet at Huixin Pavilion is indeed set up for the selection of your spouse, naturally clothes of splendor befit the occasion." After pausing, Consort Xian smiled warmly, "Even if you don’t choose any of those disappointing sons of mine, it doesn’t matter. As the one in charge of the harem matters, I naturally have the responsibility to dress you up beautifully."

Glancing at the luxurious clothes stacked on the tray, Leng Yu Yan reached out to touch them and took a careful sniff. Finding nothing amiss, she nodded in agreement to change her outfit.

--

Meanwhile, in the Eastern Palace.

Ye Yiheng felt an overwhelming chill, his hands and feet colder than usual.

Song Guo hurriedly called for Ling Lang to examine him.

"Sir, please take a look at His Highness. Since yesterday, His Highness feels colder than before. The weather has turned cooler these past few days, so we thought it was due to the weather and had His Highness wrapped in a large cloak, but it didn’t seem to help at all."

Ling Lang checked Ye Yiheng’s pulse and after a moment’s contemplation, said, "Your Highness has toxins circulating inside your body, yet it shouldn’t be so severe as Your Highness has not been emotionally moved. Could it really be an onset of the cold disease and not other triggers?"

Hearing this, Song Guo anxiously said, "What kind of rubbish doctor are you, only speaking in maybes?"

"If you can do it, then you cure him!" Ling Lang said, huffily making space at the bedside.

The two began to argue, while Ye Yiheng completely ignored them.

Suddenly, he lowered his eyes, recalling how he had kissed her earlobe the night before and had seen the inner garments of a woman he shouldn’t have.

Could those be the reasons?

Seeing the Crown Prince lost in thought, Ling Lang asked in a lowered voice, "Could it be that Your Highness has moved your heart?"

"What did you do the day before yesterday?" Ling Lang suddenly raised his voice, "Please tell us the truth, Your Highness!"

Ye Yiheng almost choked on his own saliva and coughed, "Ling Lang, do you need to be so loud?"

Song Guo leaned in and whispered, "Your Highness, is there something you are hiding from me?"

Ye Yiheng wrapped himself tighter in his large cloak without a word.

Ling Lang asked Song Guo, "What exactly happened?"

Song Guo recalled, "The day before yesterday, His Highness was invited to the Prince Zhenbei Mansion by Commandery Princess for dinner. After the evening meal, I accompanied His Highness back to the Eastern Palace. Unexpectedly, halfway through, His Highness returned to the Prince Mansion alone and didn’t come back to the Eastern Palace until after midnight."

That was where the problem lay!

Both stood next to the bed – one with a smile on his face, the other showing a concerned expression – looking at Ye Yiheng.

Song Guo asked with a laugh, "Your Highness, did you kiss the Commandery Princess? If you really did, then I’ll call her to give you a needle therapy to ensure the cold disease doesn’t flare up."

Ling Lang spoke with concern, "Logically, a man who will be coming of age next year can have a few women without issue. But Your Highness feels differently about the Commandery Princess. If this continues, only a Divine Doctor could save Your Highness. I’m only skilled in Poison Identification, and if something goes wrong under my care, even if I had a hundred lives, it wouldn’t be enough to handle Your Highness’s turmoil."

Song Guo glared at Ling Lang, "Can’t you talk properly? I think the Commandery Princess and Your Highness are a perfect match. Even if we can’t find a Divine Doctor, as long as the Commandery Princess is by Your Highness’s side, she will be Your Highness’s Divine Doctor!"

Immediately after, he smiled slyly and asked while bowing, "Your Highness, just tell us, did you kiss the Commandery Princess that night? She was awake at the time, right?"

Ye Yiheng pressed his forehead, "Why are you so nosy?"

"The eunuch is anxious when the Crown Prince is not, that’s the saying," Song Guo giggled, delighted, "Looking at Your Highness’s expression, you must have kissed the Commandery Princess when she was awake!"

"Amitabha Buddha, His Highness has finally kissed her!" Song Guo pressed his hands together and chanted sincerely, "May the blessings help the cold-hearted Crown Prince come to his senses soon!"