On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 400: Such a Tired Neck

Chapter 400: Chapter 400: Such a Tired Neck

Indeed, by the time Leng Yu Yue and her brother had reached the front courtyard, Ye Yiheng was already there.

Gao Yuan led Mi Xinrong and others to pay respects to Leng Yu Yue, while Mo Chen and others gathered around Ye Yiheng.

Leng Yu Yan looked at both groups and saw that everyone was safe and sound, sighing in relief.

By Mi Xinrong’s side, Xiaoshan, upon seeing his Commandery Princess, excitedly ran up to her and knelt down, "Commandery Princess, your servant greets you!"

"Xiaoshan, get up, get up."

As Leng Yu Yan helped him up, she noticed that he had grown much taller.

Previously, when speaking to him, she could look at him eye-to-eye; now she had to look up slightly.

Not only that, but he seemed to have become much sturdier.

"Commandery Princess, today I killed many bad people," exclaimed Xiaoshan happily. "Brother Gao and Brother Mi said that after some time I could return to serve by your side."

Leng Yu Yan gently patted his shoulder, "Good!"

"From now on, I will protect the Commandery Princess!" Xiaoshan patted his chest.

Mo Chen, Ruofeng, Liu Yun, Yin Shuang, and Ling Lang, along with Mi Xinrong, all came before Leng Yu Yan and paid their respects, "We greet the Commandery Princess!"

"Seeing that everyone is safe and sound reassures me." Leng Yu Yan declared loudly, "You’ve all worked hard today; there’s a banquet at the residence, and you must all attend!"

All agreed in unison.

Leng Yu Yue waved his hand, "Everyone, return to your accommodations and wash up first, then we can eat and drink merrily."

"What the Princely Heir says is wise!"

Tonight was the Leng Family reunion dinner, and it was a great honor for them to participate.

Having just fought, it was naturally time to clean up before seating themselves.

Everyone bid their farewells.

Only Xiaoshan remained standing by Leng Yu Yan’s side, and she asked him, "Why don’t you go with Gao Yuan and the others?"

"I haven’t seen the Commandery Princess for a long time; I want to stay by your side a bit longer," said Xiaoshan, scratching his head. "During this time, I have envied Sister Miao Zhu. If only I were a girl, perhaps I could stay by your side just like her."

Song Guo teased him, "If you were a girl, so young with white hair, no one would dare marry you."

Xiaoshan snorted, "If I were a girl, I would stay unmarried for life and stay by the Commandery Princess’s side. How nice that would be!"

Leng Yu Yan covered her lips and laughed. Thinking of Yinhui, she said to Xiaoshan, "You go wash now, and at the banquet, I’ll show you a white-furred wolf."

"Really?" Xiaoshan’s eyes lit up.

"Mm."

With her approval, Xiaoshan happily ran off.

Leng Yu Yan watched him dash off and thought to herself that in the absence of Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter, she at least had someone reliable by her side.

As she pondered this, she completely failed to notice someone’s increasingly somber handsome face.

Suddenly, her hand was grasped by a large hand, and before she could react, she was being pulled toward the guesthouse.

"Your Highness, what are you doing?"

Ye Yiheng’s face was cold, his thin lips pressed into a line, and he said nothing as he pulled her along.

Seeing this, Leng Yu Yue wanted to step forward to ask, but Song Guo, with a playful grin, stopped him, "Princely Heir, His Highness and the Commandery Princess have matters to discuss."

"To talk is to talk, why the rough handling?"

Leng Yu Yue was tempted to swipe away this smiling eunuch with a slap, but considering that this frail figure could be killed with a blow, and he would surely complain to Yan’er, he clenched his fist and endured.

Song Guo was oblivious to the fact that his life had just flashed before Leng Yu Yue’s eyes; he merely continued smiling, "The Princely Heir also knows that on the way back to Beilan City, His Highness and the Commandery Princess were inseparable. His Highness and the Commandery Princess only parted for a brief moment earlier— it felt like forever."

"I won’t waste words with you!"

Li Yuyue shook off his hand, he had to go to Father King and his three younger brothers to report that Li Fei’s great revenge had been avenged.

On the other side, Leng Yu Yan was pulled into the guest quarters by Ye Yiheng.

Seeing that there were still people cleaning the courtyard, Ye Yiheng simply pulled Leng Yu Yan into the bedroom.

With a ’bang’, the door closed, startling Leng Yu Yan.

"What are you doing?"

It was really baffling; how had she provoked him?

Ye Yiheng pulled out a wooden comb from his sleeve: "Why haven’t you taken it?"

Leng Yu Yan wanted to laugh but held back: "Don’t know who said that this comb was made for his own use, for a mysteriously extra sister, right, brother?"

Suddenly hearing her call him that, Ye Yiheng froze, his phoenix eyes staring straight into her beautiful eyes.

His eyes shimmered with starlight, like the ninth heaven reflected within them, or like a bottomless abyss, always seemingly ready to pull someone in.

The room was very quiet, quiet enough to hear each other’s breathing, and for some reason, their breaths intertwined with each other...

The atmosphere seemed a bit off, Leng Yu Yan hurriedly lowered her eyes: "I don’t lack for combs now, you keep it for yourself."

Ye Yiheng’s hand tightened on the comb, and he said coldly again: "That Xiaoshan earlier, you looked at him for a long time, what’s so good-looking about him?"

Was that white hair better looking than him, more handsome than him, or just right in her aesthetic point?

Whatever the case, thinking about it now just irritated him.

"What are you thinking?" Leng Yu Yan said, "I just thought he grew up so fast, suddenly he’s taller than me. I used to be able to talk to him at eye level, but now I have to look up slightly."

Ye Yiheng coolly suggested: "Then I’ll saw off his legs."

"What are you saying?" Leng Yu Yan glared at him, "What’s the point of you being so tall? I consider myself quite tall, but to talk to you, I have to look up, and my neck gets tired."

Do boys always grow so fast and tall?

Especially him, standing a whole head taller than her.

Ye Yiheng slightly bent down, tilted his head to look at her, bringing his gaze level with hers: "Is this better?"

"Yes, that’s more comfortable for my neck." Leng Yu Yan smiled.

"I know why you don’t like tall ones."

"Why?"

She blinked, not even clear on it herself, how could he know?

Suddenly, he brought his lips close to her ear, his voice low and deep: "If we were to kiss, you’d have to stand on tiptoes and look up, your neck would get quite tired."

Upon hearing this, Leng Yu Yan’s face flushed red: "What are you saying, why do you always think about such things?"

"When have I ever thought about them?" Ye Yiheng feigned innocence.

"I’m not discussing this with you."

Saying this, she tried to leave the room, but he grasped her wrist.

Ye Yiheng smiled mischievously: "At that time, I can lower my head, or I could pick you up, or lie on the bed; you needn’t worry about this issue."

She gritted her teeth: "What do I have to worry about? I’m not worried!"

Ye Yiheng placed the wooden comb in her palm: "Since you’re not worried, then take good care of this comb, and don’t lose it!"

The wooden comb was warm, just like the temperature of his palm now, Leng Yu Yan pinched it, then caressed it with her fingertips: "Is it really for me?"

"Yes, I wanted to give it to you from the start," he said warmly and earnestly.

Thinking about the meaning behind giving a comb, Leng Yu Yan’s face blushed slightly: "So the meaning of giving me a comb is..."

He murmured softly: "To grow old together, entwined with you!"