On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 330: The Husband’s Expectation

Chapter 330: Chapter 330: The Husband’s Expectation

"Again with ’husband’ and ’husband’s,’ isn’t that just being coquettish?"

Ye Yiheng was confused.

Leng Yu Yan pursed her lips, "In front of Aunt, you called me ’little wife,’ shouldn’t I return the favor?"

That was the reason!

Ye Yiheng sighed softly.

Suddenly, a fierce wind carrying snow blew the door open.

The door slammed against the wall with a bang, startling both of them into turning their heads.

Snowflakes fell heavily from the sky, instantly turning everything grey and white.

The fierce wind swirled with snowflakes, making it impossible for those inside the house to open their eyes, let alone walk on the mountain paths.

Ye Yiheng stepped forward to close the door and returned to her side, holding her hand which was packing, "Let’s stay a few more days."

At least until her body feels better before we leave.

She is a woman, and in this freezing weather, keeping warm is crucial.

The door was knocked again, "The snow is too heavy, stay at home for a few more days before leaving."

That was Aunt’s voice; Leng Yu Yan hurriedly opened the door to let Aunt in.

Aunt patted her body, shaking off the snow, "Look, I only walked this short distance and I’ve already gathered so much snow on me. You should wait a few more days before leaving."

"How can we impose like this?" Leng Yu Yan said.

The key issue was, how long would they have to stay before they could reach Beilan?

"There’s nothing to feel embarrassed about. You’ve helped treat a centipede bite and fixed the roof; if you don’t mind, stay a few more days!"

Ye Yiheng joined the conversation, "Aunt is so kind, we the younger generation can’t refuse. Wife, let’s stay a few more days. I’ll help Uncle reinforce these houses during these days."

It wouldn’t be right to stay without contributing.

"That would be wonderful!" Aunt exclaimed happily, "The winds are strong in the mountains, and reinforcing the houses will make us old folks feel more at ease."

Aunt smiled at Ye Yiheng, then pulled Leng Yu Yan aside behind the door and whispered, "Your husband is considerate of you, just accept it. In this stormy and snowy weather, and with you having your period, it really isn’t good to go out and endure the cold. If you catch a cold, it could cause trouble when you want to have children later, and that suffering would be your own."

Leng Yu Yan’s cheeks turned red again, "Aunt, why are you bringing up having children again?"

Unintentionally, Aunt caught a glimpse of the two quilts on the kang, separated by a small square table.

She then quietly asked, "Have you and your husband not consummated your marriage yet?"

Only newly married couples who haven’t consummated their marriage would sleep separately due to shyness.

Aren’t other newlyweds always sticking together?

Hearing this, Leng Yu Yan quickly looked at Ye Yiheng, unsure if he had heard, but only when he turned away did she reply to Aunt, "We slept separately last night because of my period."

Aunt laughed, "That’s good! My son and daughter-in-law went to the south to sail and couldn’t focus on having children. Young people should really have children earlier."

What they didn’t know was that Ye Yiheng had excellent hearing.

After Aunt left, Ye Yiheng’s cough did not stop.

Leng Yu Yan rushed to ease him, "Did you hear that?"

He had injuries on his back and could only be gently soothed, careful not to press too hard on his wounds.

"Heard what?" Ye Yiheng coughed again.

Things about having children, consummating the marriage, he heard every word.

Leng Yu Yan was relieved, "Good that you didn’t hear."

--

Imperial Palace, Xiande Hall.

Ye Gaoyun squinted at the fluttering snowflakes and said to the person beside him, "With this kind of weather, and the Abolished Crown Prince being injured, he certainly won’t get far."

He paused briefly, then added, "Pay attention to the several provinces and counties surrounding the capital city, especially check the medical halls. He is injured and will definitely seek medical attention."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Several assassins clad in Imperial Army armor clasped their hands and were about to leave when Ye Gaoyun called out to them.

"Hold on, pass down the order that upon seeing the Abolished Crown Prince, kill him immediately, leaving no chance for him to return alive to the capital!" Ye Gaoyun said sinisterly. "Kill him on the spot, sever his head, and present it before me!"

"We obey the command!"

The assassins promptly departed.

--

Elsewhere.

Ruofeng, driving the horse carriage, escaped the assassination.

Seeing no one pursuing them from behind, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Guo, holding Ye Yiheng’s large cloak, murmured, "His Highness has a cold disposition, and now with the heavy snow, who knows if His Highness can keep warm?"

Mo Chen said, "Indeed, this blizzard is so severe that even the assassins have temporarily given up chasing. Who knows how His Highness is doing now?"

Ruofeng pointed out the large cloak Song Guo was holding, "His Highness only had two cloaks in the carriage, one we took, and the other is in Liu Yun’s carriage. I’m afraid His Highness is now wearing very thin clothes."

The three of them unconsciously envisioned a scene: His Highness shivering in the snowstorm, his face covered with frost. In no time, the once exceedingly handsome His Highness turned into an ice sculpture, devoid of all warmth.

"It’s too pitiful!" Song Guo couldn’t help but shiver, "We should go and find His Highness."

While they were on the road with the horse carriage to shelter from the snowstorm, His Highness and the Commandery Princess had to rely on their legs, the cold wind cutting like knives, making their faces ache with pain. The more Song Guo thought about it, the more his heart wrenched.

"No way!" Mo Chen and Ruofeng said in unison.

"How many groups of assassins have we encountered from yesterday to today?" Mo Chen said sternly, "Have you forgotten?"

Song Guo fell silent.

--

In the afternoon, the blizzard slightly abated.

The elderly man, holding a carrying pole, walked outside, and Ye Yiheng called out to him, "Old Uncle, where are you going?"

Old Uncle pointed towards the mountain flank covered with snow, saying, "Our household’s firewood burned out. I was supposed to fetch firewood from the mountain flank yesterday, but a centipede bit me, and I couldn’t bring back even a single piece."

"Today with the snowfall, not only the kitchen needs firewood, but the heated brick bed needs firewood too. I am going to fetch some now."

Ye Yiheng volunteered, "I will go with you, Old Uncle."

Staying at their home, he felt more comfortable assisting with some tasks, making it easier for Yanyan.

Seeing him, a man with injuries and suffering from the cold disease, about to brave the snowstorm to go up the mountain, Leng Yu Yan felt uneasy. After hesitating for a while, she finally called out, "Li Yu, you..."

Hearing her finally take the initiative to call him "Li Yu," Ye Yiheng turned his head, his smile soft, "Just stay inside the house; I will be back soon."

Aunt walked up to Leng Yu Yan, "Little wife, are you worried about your husband?"

Leng Yu Yan smiled slightly, "Don’t laugh at me, Aunt, he’s been coughing, and I worry the cold might worsen."

Seeing how thinly dressed the young couple were, Aunt said, "Little wife, if you can sew, make some warm clothes for your husband. We have fabric at home."

Ye Yiheng nodded with a smile, "That would be wonderful. I am very much looking forward to my wife’s craftsmanship; it would be best if you made everything from the inner clothes out!"

Leng Yu Yan was stunned.

For my husband?

He spoke so fluently, not blushing at all?

Her complexion swiftly turned red—this scoundrel had always wanted her to make him inner clothes. Now, without even having made the inner clothes, he audaciously requested a full set from inside out.

"Don’t joke!" Leng Yu Yan chided, "The fabric at Aunt’s house is supposed to be reserved."

But Aunt laughed, "There’s a lot of fabric leftover from when my son and daughter-in-law got married. We old folks can’t wear it all—make it into clothes for yourselves; it will fit perfectly!"

Leng Yu Yan felt somewhat embarrassed. Could it be true that she really had to make clothes for someone now?