On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 325: Where the Heart Is

Chapter 325: Chapter 325: Where the Heart Is

Miao Zhu nodded her head, "Yes, this medicine, when taken by someone who has sustained serious injuries, can bring them back from the brink of death."

Leng Yu Yan gave a slight smile, took two small empty vials from the medicine chest, gave one to Mo Chen and one to Liu Yun, signaling them to divide their teams and store the pills they were holding.

"Miao Zhu has named this medicine Life-saving Pills," she said after a pause. "Although it might be an exaggeration, it indeed has some healing effects. This medicine is precious; take it only when really necessary."

"Commandery Princess, your maid has not exaggerated!" Miao Zhu protested.

Upon hearing this, and considering the current condition of His Highness and An Shiqi, who had left earlier, they treasured the pills and stored them away like treasures.

Ye Yiheng commanded, "All of you, listen up. Our journey north to Beilan aims for safety, not speed."

"Second Brother and Third Brother will surely guess that I am headed to Beilan City, so the journey will not be without trouble. Keep in mind, holding onto your lives is the priority, and be extremely cautious above all."

Realizing the prince’s concern for their safety, everyone immediately acknowledged the order.

Song Guo said with a worried tone, "I have followed Your Highness since I was seven and have never parted from you. Please let me accompany you!"

Miao Zhu also spoke up, "Commandery Princess, your maid doesn’t want to leave your side either!"

"Your martial skills are too weak," Ling Lang analyzed rationally. "Following His Highness and the Commandery Princess would only add to their burden. Right now, His Highness is in the throes of the cold disease, and the princess has to take care of him. What would you two do if you encounter villains on the road?"

"If we stay in the capital city, that won’t work either. You two are people by His Highness’s and Commandery Princess’s sides, making it extremely dangerous for you in the capital. In my opinion, it is better to follow us. As long as you are with us, the assassins will definitely think His Highness or the Commandery Princess is among us."

Ye Yiheng nodded, "Mo Chen Ruo Feng, take Song Guo with you. Liu Yun, Yin Shuang, and Ling Lang will take Miao Zhu with them. Split into two groups and proceed separately, remembering to act with caution."

Leng Yu Yan silently distributed medicines for treating bruises and cold diseases from the medicine chest.

"The further north we go, the colder it will get. Pay attention to keeping warm on the road, and keep these medicines close at hand in case of emergency."

After a pause, she continued, "For the wounds I have sewn up on you, change the bandages on time. Do not worry about the black threads; those on the outside will fall off on their own; those on the inside will absorb automatically. Just try not to get the wounds wet in the near future."

Once again, everyone acknowledged.

Leng Yu Yan gave a slight nod and entered the horse carriage to organize hers and Ye Yiheng’s travel gear.

Ling Lang placed one of Ye Yiheng’s large cloaks in each of the two horse carriages so they could disguise themselves as him on the road, diverting the assassins.

At that moment, there was still an hour and a half until dawn, the darkest time of the night, which was also the best opportunity to escape from the suburbs of the capital.

Before departing, Miao Zhu couldn’t stop wiping away her tears.

Leng Yu Yan wiped her tears for her, "No more crying, be careful on the road!"

As soon as she had spoken, she too began to cry.

Ye Yiheng wrapped his arm around Leng Yu Yan’s shoulder and addressed everyone solemnly, "Enough, we must not stay here for long."

If Second Brother and Third Brother couldn’t find him in the capital city, they would surely come to the suburbs.

Before long, the nine of them set off towards Beilan City in three different directions.

After half an hour, both Mo Chen and Liu Yun, who were driving the carriages, simultaneously glanced back towards the suburbs of the capital; flames reached the sky. Looking closely, the fire was right where they had been staying in the courtyard house.

The horse carriages sped up. As long as they moved quickly enough, the assassins currently on their trail would mean that His Highness and the Commandery Princess might be relatively safer.

Supporting Ye Yiheng, Leng Yu Yan chose to walk on a less-traveled path while it was still not light out, when suddenly she felt a brightness behind her. Turning her head, she saw the courtyard house’s flames lighting up a large portion of the sky, the dark night suddenly stained with a magnificent red.

"Your Highness, luckily we managed to get out in time!"

Ye Yiheng said, "A man receives his style name at the age of twenty, and I have not yet reached my ’capping’ age, nor do I have a style name. We need to be more careful on this journey to Beilan; let’s change how we address each other."

Leng Yu Yan nodded; she also knew that on their way back to Beilan City, they must hide their true identities. But at this moment, as they walked on a secluded path with no one around, she still called him in this way.

Furthermore, she was accustomed to referring to him as Your Highness and now had to change it, but could not immediately think of a suitable new title, so she simply agreed, "Alright."

He asked, "What do you think is a good name to call me by?"

She shook her head, "I can’t think of one."

Ye Yiheng’s lips curved slightly, "How about Li Yu?"

"Li Yu?"

She had once used the alias Li Yu, and Ji Qingyu had used the name Li Yu; now he was suggesting Li Yu.

This...why did it feel like there was a deeper meaning?

"Break down the character ’Yiheng’ to ’Li Yu,’" Ye Yiheng said, "Do you find it inappropriate?"

"It’s not that it’s inappropriate, but if ’Yiheng’ is broken down into ’Li Yu,’ anyone with discernment would know it’s Your Highness."

"That’s alright. As long as you know how these two characters are written, to others, it might sound like Li Yu or something else."

He actually had a selfish desire; he just wanted to hear her call his name, even if it was just part of it, and thus he coaxed, "Why don’t you try calling it out?"

Leng Yu Yan pursed her lips tight and took a deep breath before asking, "Is it because Ji Qingyu and I used the names Li Yu and Li Yu previously that Your Highness became unhappy?"

In the night’s shadows, Ye Yiheng’s eyebrows rose slightly as he lazily yawned, "Although it’s just a coincidence, if you want to put it that way, then alright."

A different kind of feeling arose in her heart. Leng Yu Yan couldn’t grasp nor describe this sensation. She was still pondering the meaning behind his words when...

She heard him add, "Ji Qingyu’s ’Li Yu’ is a superficial beginning and ending. But my ’Li Yu’ is in the heart."

Wasn’t it the very word in the middle of his name, the place of the heart?

His ’Li Yu’ sounded to her like it could be his ’Leng Yu.’

Unconsciously, Leng Yu Yan let go of his arm and began walking faster.

"Aren’t you going to call me by that name?" He quickened his pace to catch up, "Cough cough... I am an injured person."

Hearing this, Leng Yu Yan stopped, took the bundle from his shoulder, and carried it on her own back before continuing to walk.

It was too embarrassing!

Was he speaking words of affection?

If not, then she must be overthinking it.

Ye Yiheng stopped outright, "Yanyan, my wound hurts."

In the dark before the dawn, his voice drifted lightly, a breeze blowing past and softly entering her ear.

She must be insane; his voice seemed to catch her eardrum, causing her heart to tremble with a tingling sensation.

Slowly turning around, in the moonlight, Leng Yu Yan thought she saw his slightly furrowed handsome eyebrows. Her heart tightened; it was no surprise that such a large wound would hurt.

She might have walked too hastily due to embarrassment. Calming her emotions, she walked back to him.

Ye Yiheng took back the bundle from her shoulder.

With the burden lifted, Leng Yu Yan was about to support him again when she unexpectedly fell into a solid embrace.

Ye Yiheng held her in his arms; he was a full head taller, his chin resting easily on top of her head.

Her hair was as soft as silk, and her body even more exquisitely delicate. At that moment, he truly wanted to crush her into his arms, to meld her directly into his bones and blood.

Despite this desire, he dared not use too much force. One reason was not to disappoint the care she had taken with his wound—any strain could potentially open it again.

And another, they were currently fugitives on the run. He was uncertain of his own future, burdened by his frail body and relentless assassins, unable to promise her anything...