On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 332 Husband and Wife as One

Chapter 332: Chapter 332 Husband and Wife as One

"No way!" Leng Yu Yan declared, "I’ll choose now."

If she dressed like a commoner, it would be easier to blend into the crowds and escape unnoticed.

She immediately selected a piece of indigo and a piece of lilac fabric.

Seeing her pick only two pieces, Aunt asked, "Why choose such simple elegance? You have fair skin; red would suit you."

Leng Yu Yan smiled, "During my marriage, I wore red for a whole month; I’ll go with lilac this time."

A new bride needed to wear red for a month, and Aunt laughed, "That’s true, then pick a few more pieces of other colors."

Thinking of someone’s usual color choices and considering their current need to evade assassination, she also picked up a piece of dark green.

"Just these three pieces, any more and I couldn’t sew them all."

Aunt stuffed two pieces of wool into Leng Yu Yan’s arms, "This will keep you warm; take it!"

Unable to refuse her generous offer, and considering that Ye Yiheng shouldn’t get cold, Leng Yu Yan thought the wool would make good shoulder scarves for him, ensuring good warmth.

She then took out some Silver and placed it in Aunt’s palm.

Aunt hurriedly pushed it away, "Oh, child, this won’t do!"

"Three pieces of fabric, two pieces of wool; this bit of Silver is far less than what your kindness deserves! Besides, my husband and I are staying at your house; we’ve truly imposed on you!"

Aunt adamantly refused to accept it, but after much persuasion from Leng Yu Yan, she only took a piece of broken Silver.

Just then, the voices of Ye Yiheng and the old uncle returning were heard.

The two entered the kitchen one after the other to store the firewood. When Ye Yiheng came out of the kitchen after cleaning his hands, he saw Leng Yu Yan holding quite a few pieces of fabric, waiting for him.

"The wind is strong in the yard, come inside quickly." Saying this, he walked over and naturally took the fabrics from her hands, "This many?"

"Aunt gave them." Leng Yu Yan smiled, "You go back to the room first; I’m going to ask Aunt for a ruler."

Ye Yiheng nodded, then turned around to watch her cheerfully walk towards Aunt’s house.

Soon, Leng Yu Yan came out with a ruler and saw him waiting. Surprised, she asked, "Why aren’t you inside?"

"Waiting for you." He smiled.

Aunt came out of the house, laughing, "It’s lovely to see young couples; such a short distance, yet you wait for her, she waits for you. Not like my stubborn husband when he was young."

The old uncle, who was chopping firewood in the kitchen, shook his head with a smile when he heard himself mentioned, then yelled loudly, "As long as you’re happy, anything goes!"

Leng Yu Yan chuckled, pulling Ye Yiheng quickly into the house.

"Was it cold up in the mountains?"

She took the fabrics from his arms and placed them on the bed.

Ye Yiheng clenched his icy fists, "It’s okay, not cold."

As she sorted the fabric, she suddenly turned, her snow-white delicate hands embracing his fists, "So cold and you say you’re not cold?"

Ye Yiheng froze.

Her hands were incredibly soft, as if boneless, yet filled with warmth that swiftly moved from his hands to his heart.

Reversing the roles, he pulled out his hand and brought both her hands into his own palms.

Seeing him treat her hands like treasures, Leng Yu Yan stood bewildered.

She had touched his fists purely to feel if he was cold, not expecting her hands to be gripped tightly.

Okay, she also wasn’t completely right, touching with one hand would have sufficed instead of embracing his fists with both hands.

The atmosphere turned awkward.

Leng Yu Yan pursed her lips, "Let me measure you, please let go of my hands."

Realizing that touching cold things might not be good for her condition, Ye Yiheng coughed lightly and abruptly pulled back his hands.

Leng Yu Yan picked up the measuring tape and started sizing him up, "I’ve never made men’s clothes before, so if it’s not good, you’re not allowed to laugh at me."

Ye Yiheng knew that her embroidery was outstanding, but he was not sure about her tailoring skills.

Hearing her say this, he assumed she was not very good at making clothes, so he reassured her, "No matter how it turns out, I’ll wear it."

Leng Yu Yan smiled. After all, she was the creator of the unrivaled Moon Embroidery.

In terms of tailoring, if she were to claim she was second best in the world, no one would dare claim to be first.

However, she indeed had never made men’s garments before.

The only women who could wear her creations were herself; other ladies in the capital city owned moon embroidery handkerchiefs, at most, she would design patterns for them, but she did not embroider them herself.

Oh, right, she had embroidered bamboo leaves on his robe before.

"Let’s start with a woolen shoulder scarf."

As Leng Yu Yan spoke, she wondered if the person wearing it would look like a shepherd boy?

The more she thought about it, the funnier it seemed—such a handsome shepherd boy would be one of a kind in this world.

He suddenly spoke up, "Is it funny?"

Leng Yu Yan looked up at him, "I just think your figure is so good, it would be a shame not to wear a woolen shoulder scarf."

Ye Yiheng raised an eyebrow slightly, "Really?"

"Yes, with your broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs, pairing them with a woolen shoulder scarf would be perfect!"

His proportions were the golden ratio; so handsome that if the shoulder scarf were made with the wool on the inside, exposing some white wool at the cuffs, neckline, and hem, it would not only block wind but also keep warm.

Yet, it would look extremely like a shepherd.

Leng Yu Yan couldn’t help herself; the image in her mind emerged again, and she laughed out loud.

Ye Yiheng, who had never worn any shoulder scarfs before, saw her continuous laughter and vaguely realized something, reaching out to grasp her shoulders.

"Tell the truth!"

With no other choice, Leng Yu Yan tiptoed, bringing her rosy lips close to his ear and whispered softly, "The Crown Prince wearing a shepherd’s woolen shoulder scarf would certainly be a sight of unique handsomeness."

Her warm breath, with its sweet aroma, sprayed onto his slightly cool ear, causing Ye Yiheng’s back to suddenly tense, a strange sensation quickly traveling from his ear to his spine.

It was maddening!

He actually felt that her talking to him in this manner was a form of flirtation.

But her eyes were clear, and her expression seemed completely harmless, surely it was all in his head.

Ye Yiheng controlled himself over and over, seeing her tender lips slightly purse, a faint glossy sheen emerging...

Suddenly, his gaze darkened.

He coughed lightly, clenching a fist to his lips and then sat on the edge of the bed, looking down, "Under the circumstances, whatever I wear doesn’t matter."

"That’s excellent, keeping warm is the most important thing right now!"

Leng Yu Yan continued to draw lines on the sheepskin according to his measurements.

Suddenly, Ye Yiheng noticed another piece of sheepskin on the bed and said lightly, "Since it’s about keeping warm, you should make one too. As a couple, we should naturally wear them together."

Upon hearing this, Leng Yu Yan paused her actions and turned to look at him, her cheeks suddenly flushing.

Aunt had given them two pieces of sheepskin, initially meant for one each, but now hearing him speak of being "as one in marriage," those words somehow made her blush...

The person who spoke those words showed no change in expression.

"Who said we’re as one in marriage?"

Leng Yu Yan turned her head back and continued with her task.

Hearing the slightly coquettish tone in her voice, Ye Yiheng was taken aback, then noticed her slightly reddened cheeks and flushed earlobes.

He said with a low chuckle, "Yanyan, what are you thinking? This ’as one in marriage’ is meant in a broad sense, not specifically referring to any actual actions."