On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 404: Talking Back to You

Chapter 404: Chapter 404: Talking Back to You

Ye Yiheng’s gaze swept over, and Liu Yun and Yin Shuang very sensibly scampered away.

Miao Zhu looked to her own Commandery Princess, "Commandery Princess..."

"You may leave first."

Fearing she had done something else "shameful" after last night, Leng Yu Yan dismissed Miao Zhu.

Only the two of them remained in the room.

Leng Yu Yan turned to Ye Yiheng, "Your Highness, I was drunk last night."

Ye Yiheng looked at her leisurely, his eyes flashing with teasing, "Didn’t you say you weren’t drunk?"

"Ah..." Leng Yu Yan’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Did I say that?"

Ye Yiheng shook his head, "I knew you would deny it."

Upon hearing this, she moved closer to him and looked up, "Besides what they said, what else did I do to you?"

In fact, she didn’t know why, after getting drunk, she would do such unbelievable things to him—could it be that she was compelled by his overly handsome and imposing appearance?

Definitely that was the reason!

What’s the reason for a grown man to be this good-looking? With an Immortal Appearance and an impeccable physique, she had never seen anyone more handsome than him, other than the Father King—he unknowingly tempted people without realizing it.

Such incredibly stunning and nation-destroying handsome features must have been born to entice people!

Ye Yiheng had no idea what she was thinking at the moment; if he had known, he would’ve been torn between laughter and tears.

He looked down slightly, his deep gaze also falling on her as his thin lips parted, "Everything that should be done, you did in front of everyone. As for what happened afterward..."

Their eyes met, and Leng Yu Yan’s heartbeat inexplicably sped up as she hurriedly looked down.

Regarding what happened afterward, he was referring to when it was just the two of them. She pressed her hand over her heart and asked in a low voice, "Afterward, how did I trouble you?"

"It was nothing much; you said you’d walk a straight line for me to see, and you also pinched the side of my waist."

His voice was cool and indifferent, but what he said was utterly shocking!

Leng Yu Yan’s mouth twitched; she pinched the side of his waist, but why?

And now that person added, in a tone that seemed to challenge the heavens, "You did it with both hands."

As he spoke, Ye Yiheng slowly lowered his head, his placid gaze upon her.

Seeing her own reflection in his cool phoenix eyes, Leng Yu Yan felt completely undone—if she had taken hold of the cloth at his waist with both hands, it meant she was standing right in front of him.

"If I did anything to make you uncomfortable, can you just forget about it?" She took a deep breath and asked softly.

Ye Yiheng smiled lightly, "You didn’t do anything to me afterward; it’s what I did to you, do you want to hear it?"

At his words, Leng Yu Yan’s mind roared, and the slight redness on her face immediately withdrew.

Seeing her reaction, Ye Yiheng asked in a low and deep voice, "How is it? You’re allowed to take liberties with me, but I am not allowed to reciprocate?"

Leng Yu Yan raised her hand to cover her lips, her eyes brimming with emotion as she said hoarsely, "You kissed me?"

"You kissed my chin so, naturally, I had to return the favor, only... I kissed the chin."

Ye Yiheng gently grasped her wrist, removing her hand from her lips.

With a sigh in his heart, the truth would likely make her cry, and how would he console her then?

"Oh..."

Leng Yu Yan bit the inside of her lip, feeling an inexplicable sense of loss—why was she feeling such a contradiction?

A first kiss was a sacred thing, at least not something to happen when she was drunk, without any memory of it!

If one day when she grew old and her first kiss was just a void, it would be too hard to accept.

Something was not right, she was not herself, how could she be thinking of kissing him? Leng Yu Yan raised her hand to her forehead and steered the conversation elsewhere, "Today is New Year’s Eve; do you feel any sadness being in Beilan City?"

Ye Yiheng was candid, "Not at all disappointed."

Only joy, and even more so, exhilaration.

At that moment, hearing the whimpers of the little wolf cub, Leng Yu Yan turned around to hold it.

"Yinhui has grown so fast; when I first picked it up from the tree hollow, it was just a tiny thing. How long has it passed, and it has doubled in size?"

Ye Yiheng took the wolf cub from her arms, "Shall we take a walk together?"

Leng Yu Yan agreed, donned her cloak, and followed him out of the house.

The biting cold wind blew, causing the fur collar of her cloak to tremble slightly.

The two walked side by side, yet neither spoke.

The bustling servants respectfully saluted them, then quietly smiled to themselves.

In their eyes, if the Crown Prince were truly to marry into the Prince Zhenbei Mansion, it would be a beautiful affair. To see handsome men and beautiful women in this mansion every day would indeed invigorate their work.

The pair walked for a while.

Beilan City was extremely cold, the accumulated snow had not yet melted, and fresh snow had fallen again, layer upon layer, such that even after the snow on the walkways was cleared, the remnants would immediately freeze into ice.

Leng Yu Yan slipped, and Ye Yiheng quickly supported her.

With one hand holding Yinhui, he easily steadied her with the other.

"Thank you!" Leng Yu Yan asked softly, "The New Year is coming, what gift would you like?"

Ye Yiheng smiled slightly at the corners of his mouth, "How could you ask me this?"

He was puzzled; wasn’t it always the men who gave gifts to women?

"The Prince Mansion is my home after all, and since you are here, I should extend the hospitality of the host."

"Then I need to think carefully."

"Take your time to think. How many gifts do you want?" She hoped he wouldn’t make an excessive demand.

"Just stay up with me on New Year’s Eve."

"That’s doable, and as for the gift, you can think about it some more."

"In that case, may I make a request for the gift on the engagement night?"

She nodded, "Of course, that’s possible."

Upon hearing this, Ye Yiheng’s lips curved into a slight smile.

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Capital city.

Ye Yuan entered the palace.

She carried a food box first to the Xuanzheng Palace.

Although there were many people in the Imperial Palace this year, it was unusually quiet.

In the past New Year’s Eve, a palace banquet would always be held. But now, with the Empress Dowager having passed away, and the Emperor being placed under house arrest by Ye Gaoyun, concerned only with his own pleasures, the palace was especially silent.

Ye Gaoyun, alone in the Imperial Study of the Xuanzheng Palace, saw Ye Yuan approaching and squeezed out a rare smile, "Imperial Aunt, what brings you?"

Ye Yuan placed the food box on the Imperial desk and spoke gently, "I heard you’ve been busy with a myriad of state affairs and neglecting your meals, so I brought some dishes for you to try."

Busy with a myriad of affairs, yet he doesn’t forget to hunt down Ah Heng on New Year’s Eve.

Ye Gaoyun glanced at the food, "It’s rare for the Imperial Aunt to show such concern for me. Do you have a request?"

"You’ve figured me out," said Ye Yuan straightforwardly, "I’d like to take Ah Ju to my residence to spend the New Year’s Eve. As the child’s legs are weak, and she has been confined to Xingning Palace for so long, I wish to have her join for the New Year’s celebration."

Ye Gaoyun let the little eunuch taste the food first, verifying it was not poisoned, before trying the dishes himself. After a long while, he finally said, "Consider it an acknowledgement of the Imperial Aunt’s kindness."

Knowing her few dishes could not sway such a heartless man, Ye Yuan added, "Ah Ju lost her mother at a young age, and by those standards, she is also worthy of pity. Gao Jun, no matter what, Ah Ju is still your own sister. You’ve confined her in Xingning Palace for so long; on this New Year’s Eve night, let her come to my home to keep the year."

"After the New Year, Ah Ju will be nineteen. In the whole world, how many girls remain unmarried at nineteen?" Ye Yuan said with sobbing, "She is a pitiable child, and even if she wrote a letter to the Princely Heir, wasn’t it just because of youthful feelings? I am begging you as her Aunt!"