On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 408: Exquisitely Delicious

Chapter 408: Chapter 408: Exquisitely Delicious

Time passed extremely slowly.

Leng Yu Yan was completely stupefied on the spot, looking as though her soul had left her body, allowing him to gently suck on her lips. When her consciousness returned, she suddenly pushed against his chest.

"How could you... without my permission..."

She unconsciously pursed her lips, her face flushing and even her earlobes reddened.

"An engagement night present, Yanyan."

He reached out to pull her, but she dodged away.

Leng Yu Yan didn’t know how to describe her feelings at the moment. She lifted her dress and ran out of the pavilion, heading toward the front courtyard.

The snow was slippery, and she was running fast, so without caution, she fell to the ground.

Ye Yiheng rushed to help her.

She pushed his hand away, tears pooling in her eyes as she gazed into his, overwhelmed by the complexity of her emotions.

"Yanyan, are you angry?"

Leng Yu Yan stood up straight, brushing the snow off her knees, "I... I don’t know."

It wasn’t that she was being pretentious; she was simply caught off guard. If only he had warned her, her heart wouldn’t have felt so frantic.

"What do you want? I’ll give it to you."

He stood in front of her, blocking her path.

"Step aside first, I want to go back to my Father King and mother."

She tried to walk past him, but he moved in the same direction.

"Yanyan, your emotions are amiss."

"There’s nothing wrong with my emotions, let me pass first."

Ye Yiheng drew her into his arms, murmuring, "Yanyan, I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time."

She struggled, but his arms tightened around her, leaving her no choice but to follow along with his words, "In the hot springs, is that when you thought about it?"

"No, earlier than you think..."

So early he dared not admit it.

"Playboy!" she blurted out angrily.

He didn’t get annoyed but chuckled instead, his chest heaving. He had thought she would cry, but she was stronger than he had anticipated.

"What’s so funny?" she asked indignantly.

He teasingly pecked her lips again, "Exquisite taste, only joy makes me laugh."

He spoke of joy, and Leng Yu Yan’s heart involuntarily raced.

She looked downwards slightly, and Ye Yiheng used the opportunity to press her head against his chest, letting her hear his heartbeat, his eyes sparked.

Under the lanterns in the nearby corridor, a figure in a white brocade robe stood, his fist striking a pillar.

Ye Yiheng caught a glimpse with the corner of his eye and his lips slightly curved up. This Yun Feiyang had only met Yanyan twice yet was so consumed with jealousy.

Luckily, the young woman in his arms was naive about such matters, failing to notice anything off about Yun Feiyang.

And fortunately, their engagement was set today; otherwise, with Yun Feiyang’s status as the nephew of Princess Zhenbei, it might have been troublesome.

Yun Feiyang watched the two golden figures embraced in the snow from afar, feeling as though a piece of his heart was suddenly missing. A cold wind blasted through him, carrying ice chips that painfully pierced his heart.

The entire person stood frozen in place, his legs seemingly immobilized, unable to take a step.

Reason told him that the girl before him was not Mian’er, but unconsciously, he imagined her to be Mian’er.

Mian’er had left nearly four years ago, and four years earlier, she had kissed his cheek with a smile, telling him she wanted to marry him.

Yet now she was gone, and someone who looked just like her was already betrothed to another.

This almost identical visage, he suddenly understood why his Aunt couldn’t differentiate Mian’er from Yan’er.

Had he met her at the beginning, he too might not have distinguished between them and accepted his older cousin’s matchmaking; perhaps everything would have been different.

Shocked by his own thoughts, Yun Feiyang once again struck a punch against the column.

The dull thud of his punch was heard by Leng Yu Yan in Ye Yiheng’s arms, who peered out from his embrace and glanced around...

Yun Feiyang hurriedly positioned himself beside the column to avoid Leng Yu Yan’s gaze.

Leng Yu Yan didn’t see anything unusual, but she clearly heard the noise and tugged on Ye Yiheng’s sleeve, "Let’s hurry on."

"Are you afraid of being seen?"

Ye Yiheng’s voice was mocking, yet he followed her steps.

Leng Yu Yan turned back and glared at him, "You have thick skin; I don’t."

Hearing her say this, he knew she wasn’t angry, but the kiss today indeed shocked her deeply; thus, when she spoke to him like this, he didn’t argue.

"Yanyan, in a few days, I need to start my journey back to the capital. Will you stay in Beilan City or come with me?"

Instead of answering, she asked, "Do you want me to stay here or go back to the capital with you?"

The two walked in silence for a while before Ye Yiheng finally said, "This trip back to the capital has too many uncertainties. It’s good for you to stay in Beilan City where you can be with your mother and grandmother. If something happens to me in the capital, then you can choose someone you truly like..."

This return to the capital was fraught with too many uncertainties; he could not promise her anything.

After all, relying on the power of the Prince Zhenbei Mansion and the Northern Garrison, how could he recklessly talk big?

On the one hand, Beilan City needed to be guarded by elite soldiers, and on the other hand, a large force of the Northern Garrison could not enter the capital.

If a large force of the Northern Garrison entered the capital, it would only provide a handle for others, not only dragging down the Prince Zhenbei Mansion and the Northern Garrison but also leaving himself with no way out. For Tiancheng, they would be considered treasonous.

Thus, this return to the capital could only include a few thousand elite soldiers, and the number couldn’t be too large.

In his view, pitting a few thousand elite soldiers against Ye Gaoyun’s tens of thousands of private soldiers, the odds of victory were unknown.

But now, this was the only move he had left. Surely, as a grown man, he couldn’t really hide in Beilan City forever?

Hiding in Beilan City was not a solution; over time, the world would think Ye Gaoyun was the rightful Crown Prince, and once Ye Gaoyun succeeded the throne, Ye Yiheng would no longer have a place in this world.

Leng Yu Yan didn’t expect him to say this. They had avoided assassins and survived hardships to return to Beilan City, and she thought after so many days of being together, they had developed a good understanding.

And today was their engagement ceremony; he had just kissed her, and now he was talking about parting ways!

He had kissed her out of the blue earlier, and she hadn’t cried, but now, tears couldn’t stop falling from her eyes.

Seeing her like this, Ye Yiheng panicked, "Don’t cry, I just think Beilan City is safer, and it’s better for you to stay here."

"But you said if something happens in the capital, I can choose someone I truly like," Leng Yu Yan hit him as she spoke, "If you say this, why did you engage to marry me, why did you kiss me?"

He let her hit him, and when she tired, he slowly spoke, "I am just that selfish, wanting you to always remember me! Yanyan, this trip has too many uncertainties; I can’t give you any guarantees!"

If he couldn’t reclaim his position as the Crown Prince, wouldn’t his previous statement that Leng Yu Yan was the only one fit to be the Crown Princess Consort become an empty promise?

"You are a jerk, your words mean nothing!"

Leng Yu Yan’s voice trembled, along with her frail shoulders.

"How have my words not held?"

He caressed her face, his eyes showing depths of emotion he himself couldn’t comprehend.

"In the cave, you promised you would never leave me."

Leng Yu Yan’s tears cascaded down.

Could it be that their time together, his kindness to her, was just to gain the support and help of her family?