On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 299 Can’t Take It Anymore

Chapter 299: Chapter 299 Can’t Take It Anymore

Li Yuyue pointed at the two women holding swords next to the Eastern Palace Carriage, "Aren’t they the Eastern Palace maids? Just have them sew."

Song Guo smiled and explained, "Princely Heir may not be aware, but Liu Yun and Yin Shuang are guards, not palace maids. They handle swords and spears on regular days but can never hold a needle."

Liu Yun and Yin Shuang gave Song Guo a cold look and simultaneously touched the cuffs of their uniforms.

Due to regular physical training and mission executions, their inner clothes were most likely to be damaged. To tell the truth, their stitching looked worse even than a centipede’s legs.

But at least they had sewn it themselves, and they could indeed handle needles!

However, as guards of the Crown Prince, they naturally needed to think and act according to the Crown Prince’s urgent needs. At this moment the Crown Prince wanted to see the Commandery Princess, so they might well pretend they indeed couldn’t sew.

Li Yuyue gave a cold snort, thankful that it was daytime. What harm could a blind Crown Prince do?

He glanced at Leng Yu Yan and slightly nodded, agreeing to let her sew the Crown Prince’s inner clothes.

Leng Yu Yan took her sewing kit from her carriage and saw someone leaning on Song Guo’s arm, standing by and waiting for her.

At this moment, Xiaoshan and Miao Zhu were not by the carriage. In the distance, Li Yuyue watched sternly, and Ye Yiheng raised his eyebrow slightly, tapping on Song Guo’s arm.

Quick-witted, Song Guo stepped forward, lifting his arm, "Commandery Princess, mind your step!"

"Thank you!" Leng Yu Yan used his arm for a little support and got off the carriage.

Ye Yiheng made a slight gesture of invitation, "It troubles the Commandery Princess."

His voice remained as indifferent as ever, marked by a clear aloofness.

It was as if they weren’t very acquainted, although they indeed weren’t very close.

Leng Yu Yan paused briefly, "It’s no trouble."

Seeing this, Li Yuyue’s eyebrows relaxed, and he walked back and sat down on a rock next to the Old Princess Consort.

"Look, Ye’er, your worries are unnecessary," the Old Princess Consort said with a meaningful smile. "Once we return to Beilan City, your grandmother will discuss with your mother to finalize your matrimonial matter."

That day had indeed been Yan’er’s nightmare, seeing how the Crown Prince, who could have aided Yan’er himself, let his eunuch do so, showed that he still held the principle of distance between men and women at heart.

Hearing his grandmother mention his matrimonial matter, what flashed through Li Yuyue’s mind was the Ninth Princess’s laugh, bold and unrestrained.

That woman was overbearing and looked down on everyone. How could he think of her?

"Grandmother, your grandson is in no rush," Li Yuyue looked towards the stream where Lai Yu was directing the twins to catch fish. "The younger brother just reached his coming of age. Grandmother might want to find someone for him first."

The Old Princess Consort hummed softly, lovingly glaring at him, "What reason is there for the older brother not to marry, allowing the younger brother to marry first?"

Following her words, Li Yuyue asked, "So according to this, the four of us brothers should marry first, before it is our sister’s turn?"

Ye Yiheng, who was walking towards the carriage, paused slightly upon hearing this.

Prince Zhenbei Mansion had such rules?

The Crown Prince had exceptional hearing, overhearing the entire conversation between the grandson and grandmother while Leng Yu Yan did not hear.

The two of them got into the Carriage one after the other.

Leng Yu Yan placed the sewing kit on the low table, "Your Highness, where is the torn inner cloth?"

Seeing her looking up at him as if about to uncover his lie, Ye Yiheng, unhurriedly, took a brand-new inner garment from a cabinet in the carriage.

"Commandery Princess, where do you think it would be appropriate to tear?"

While speaking, the Dagger was unsheathed, its cold light apparent.

"Why ruin a perfectly good garment?" Leng Yu Yan sat down, asking softly, "Your Highness, do you have something to tell me?"

"Commandery Princess is astute," Ye Yiheng placed the Dagger on the low table. "Liu Yun and Yin Shuang found out that the boatwoman’s true identity is a Death Soldier of Ye Zhenyu."

"Death Soldier?" Leng Yu Yan was surprised. "Does your Ye Family like training women as Death Soldiers?"

Ye Yiheng shook his head and chuckled softly, "You don’t really think Liu Yun and Yin Shuang are my death soldiers, do you?"

She was puzzled, "Aren’t they?"

"They are guards in the open and hidden guards in secret, certainly not inhuman death soldiers."

"Oh."

He laughed, his demeanor graceful and luxurious, "In my eyes, they are like Mo Chen Ruo Feng."

His subsequent remarks seemed inexplicably mysterious, as if he was afraid she would overthink it.

Liu Yun and Yin Shuang were two heroic and dashing women who usually appeared indifferent, likely influenced by their master’s personality. After all, the taciturn Mo Chen and Ruo Feng seemed cold too but turned out to be quite amiable once one got to know them.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for still helping me investigate even after leaving the capital."

Ye Yiheng waved his hand, "The death soldier belongs to Fourth, arranged by Consort Xian to enter the palace years ago, indeed once disciplined by Ah Ju. As for the splendid attire gifted by Consort Xian, it wasn’t just for Fourth; it was also for Seventh."

Leng Yu Yan stood up and formally bowed.

Li Yuyue glanced at the Eastern Palace Carriage, where a little eunuch stood outside beside two women holding swords, both stiff as wooden stakes.

The carriage sat quietly; from such a distance, he couldn’t make out any movement inside.

How big could a tear in a garment be that it needed so long to sew?

Suspicious, Li Yuyue stood up, dusted off his clothes, and walked farther around to the other side of the carriage, raising his hand to knock on the carriage wall.

"Sister, have you finished sewing? If you’re done, come out and eat something."

Inside the carriage, Leng Yu Yan, hearing this, hurriedly opened her sewing kit, "Not yet, you go ahead and eat."

As she threaded the needle, the needle pricked her finger.

"Okay."

Hearing his sister’s voice sound normal, Li Yuyue stepped away.

Her tender fingertip immediately welled up with a bead of blood; Ye Yiheng frowned and shook his head, reaching out to hold her fingertip.

Thinking he was about to do something, Leng Yu Yan instinctively tried to pull her hand back.

He bent his head and chuckled softly, gently squeezing to draw some blood from the pad of her finger before taking a clean cotton handkerchief to wipe it off.

Such beautiful, slender fingers like white jade, dabbed over and over with the cotton handkerchief on her finger pad.

The noble Crown Prince, how could he be serving anyone?

Even this simple action of wiping her fingertip seemed incredibly indolent.

However, one couldn’t deny that his motions, although seemingly casual and sloppy, were also gentle and tender, inadvertently causing a tingling, ticklish sensation.

Leng Yu Yan felt extremely uncomfortable, wanting to pull her hand back, but he gripped it even tighter. Unable to retract her hand, she could only tremble, curling her fingertips.

Seeing her face flush slightly, her eyes filled with embarrassment, Ye Yiheng’s eyes gleamed with interest as he leisurely wrapped a bandage around her fingertip, round and round.

Such an unusually poignant tenderness made her heart flutter, fearing her brother would see and get angry again.

However, overlooking the circumstances around, having the grim and aloof Crown Prince take such care of her brought a slight smile to her face.

Just as she was touched, she unexpectedly heard his teasing voice, "Two days ago, Commandery Princess, you clung so tightly in my arms, and now you can’t handle having your finger held?"

He initially intended to put it directly in his mouth to suck on it.

Seeing her like this, Ye Yiheng couldn’t help but wonder, if he really did use his mouth, would this girl end up crying?

If he truly kissed her lips, what state would she cry herself into?

A voice in his heart roared, "Try it and see!"