On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 403: Pamper Me

Chapter 403: Chapter 403: Pamper Me

Moreover, since Ye Yiheng cared so much about their sister, they should be happy.

It’s just that this guy has three clothes made by his sister, and they have none; thinking about it now, they truly felt depressed.

The Leng brothers urged Ye Yiheng to hurry and deliver them, while drowning their sorrows in drink.

Ye Yiheng shook his head, all four Leng brothers were emotional people, clearly none of them were favorable towards him and Yanyan. However, since the Old Prince had settled their engagement date, they had undergone such a transformation.

Approaching Leng Yu Yan, he grasped her hand that still held a wine glass.

"Drunk?"

Leng Yu Yan smiled sweetly, "Not at all, just a bit tipsy."

"How many drinks have you had?"

"Five—Liu Yun and Yin Shuang offered one, Mo Chen Ruofeng another, Mr. Ling one too, and I secretly drank two myself." Leng Yu Yan wiggled her fingers as she counted.

"You really are honest," Ye Yiheng pulled her up.

"Why are you pulling me?"

Although she asked, she leaned into his embrace.

Ye Yiheng’s other hand circled her slender waist, "Taking you back to your room. Do you really want to go crazy with drink here?"

Leng Yu Yan retorted, "When have I ever gone crazy with drink?"

Her lips, reddened from drinking, were moist and her pouting seemed seductive, causing him to tighten his grip on her hand.

"Have you forgotten the drunken madness you had at the Eastern Palace?"

As soon as he said it, Ye Yiheng shook his head. Why did he bring that up?

How could this drunken person admit it?

Sure enough, she glared at him, "Nonsense, I never act out when drunk, I’m a good girl!"

"Really?"

She nodded vigorously, "Really!"

"Let’s not talk about that, you better head back to your room."

Ye Yiheng tightened his grip and led her away from the gathering.

But before they had walked far, Leng Yu Yan stopped, turning her head to look at him.

"Such a handsome young man, it’s been a long time since we last met."

As soon as she uttered these words, everyone at the table turned to look at them.

Ye Yiheng lowered his voice, "If you wish to display our relationship in front of everyone, I’m naturally willing, just don’t regret it when you sober up!"

"Such heartless words!" Leng Yu Yan’s eyes blurred, half-teasing, "I just look at you from afar, while you ignore me. Speaking this way now really breaks my heart!"

Ye Yiheng slightly bowed his head, "What would you have me do?"

The Old Princess Consort frowned and whispered to Lai Taihong next to her, "Old man, has Yan’er been drinking?"

Lai Taihong squinted his eyes, "Probably drunk. How much did the girl drink?"

Yun Family also noticed Leng Yu Yan’s drunken state and hurriedly commanded the maid to help her.

Leng Yu Yan pushed away the maid sent by Yun Family, placing one hand on Ye Yiheng’s face, her gaze deep and seemingly intoxicated, "Don’t pull me, I want to be with my young man."

Ye Yiheng lifted her horizontally, declaring loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, Yanyan is drunk, please excuse my departure."

The crowd responded, "Your Highness, take care."

Their words were interspersed with many cheerful laughs.

As the crowd watched the two of them leave...

Leng Yu Yan cradled Ye Yiheng’s face in her hands and kissed him on the chin.

"Wow..." The crowd cheered.

Ye Yiheng tightened his embrace. Did this girl know how many people were watching them?

Fearing she might do something more and then regret it once she sobered up, Ye Yiheng quickened his pace.

Before long, he carried her back to her room.

Seeing the familiar room, Leng Yu Yan rubbed her eyes, "Young man, how did you know where I live?"

"Yanyan, are you really drunk or just pretending?"

"I’m not drunk, where does this real or fake drunk come from?" she said, struggling, "Let me down, I’ll walk in a straight line for you."

"Alright."

Ye Yiheng could only laugh helplessly as he set her down but still held onto her hand.

Leng Yu Yan shook off his hand, "Watch closely."

Clearly staggering, she insisted, "Do you see if I am walking straight?"

Ye Yiheng pressed on his forehead, noncommittally.

Leng Yu Yan got angry, "It has been so long since you came to see me, young man. I am angry!"

"How should I handle your anger?" he asked.

His voice was crisp, like fine wine, filled with intoxicating tenderness.

"Coax me, can you?"

She blinked and then laughed, her eyes tipping up slightly like hooks, stirring his heart.

He stepped slowly toward her, his slender fingers like white jade pinched her petite chin, and he kissed her.

Leng Yu Yan suddenly widened her eyes; the cool softness on her lips brought over an unfamiliar scent.

The touch, fleeting like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Ye Yiheng smiled and asked, "Is this sort of coaxing good?"

Leng Yu Yan pursed her lips, reached out to hold the clothes by his waist. "What were you just doing? Do it again!"

She had not really felt it yet!

"This is what you asked for."

With that, he kissed her again.

Just as he intended to deepen the kiss, the petite woman in front of him tilted her head and fell asleep in his arms.

Ye Yiheng could only laugh helplessly, picked her up, and placed her on the bed.

--

The next day was New Year’s Eve.

Waking up early, Leng Yu Yan happily watched the servants hang lanterns, paste the word "Prosperity," and attach couplets.

In the past, everyone was very respectful toward her and never dared to giggle in her presence like they did at this moment.

This kind of laughter wasn’t mockery, yet it still made her uneasy. What on earth had happened?

Doubtful, she returned to her own courtyard to ask Miao Zhu for clarity.

Just then, Liu Yun and Yin Shuang arrived.

"Commandery Princess, we hope we are not intruding."

While they spoke and smiled, their eyes were filled with innuendo, making Leng Yu Yan even more baffled.

She handed them two boxes of Scar Removal Ointment she had prepared, "You’ve taken my things, isn’t it only fair to tell me why you’re laughing like this?"

Hearing this, Liu Yun and Yin Shuang exchanged glances.

Liu Yun: "Yin Shuang, you say it."

Yin Shuang: "Liu Yun, better you do."

Leng Yu Yan pointed at Liu Yun, "You tell me."

Grasping the Scar Removal Ointment tightly, lest it be demanded back after her tale, Liu Yun then spoke, "At last night’s reunion banquet, the Commandery Princess got drunk, clung to His Highness and kept calling him ’young man’...."

Yin Shuang couldn’t resist adding, "Not just that, the Commandery Princess also kissed His Highness’s chin, and everyone at the over ten tables saw it."

Leng Yu Yan held her forehead, "Did that really happen?"

This is too embarrassing!

How could she do such a thing to someone and call him ’young man’?

Just thinking about it made her shiver.

Miao Zhu came out from the inner chamber, annoyed, "Isn’t it because you guys got her drunk? That’s why the Commandery Princess acted like that."

Leng Yu Yan pressed her throbbing temples, whispering, "Nothing even more embarrassing happened, right?"

Liu Yun and Yin Shuang put their hands holding the Scar Removal Ointment behind their backs, shaking their heads in unison.

Leng Yu Yan looked at Miao Zhu, and she also shook her head.

Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, Ye Yiheng came over at a leisurely pace, "Asking them isn’t as good as asking me."

After all, he was involved.

For some reason, Leng Yu Yan’s heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she swallowed, "Your Highness, between us, last night..."