On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 425: Tugging at the Heartstrings

Chapter 425: Chapter 425: Tugging at the Heartstrings

Leng Yu Yan had no place to hide, she didn’t understand why this man was filled with such an intense premonition of an impending storm of rage.

"Mmm... let... let go... of me, you... bastard!"

She struggled to curse out a sentence; in the next instant, the man’s cool lips sealed hers shut, mercilessly crushing them as though they were caught in a violent tempest, leaving her no chance to breathe...

Overbearingly unstoppable, his presence domineering.

She couldn’t catch her breath and started hitting him with her hands, but it was futile. Determined, she bit down hard on his lip.

The taste of blood spread in her mouth.

Ye Yiheng paused in his movements, loosening his grip slightly, and wiped away the blood at the corner of his lips with his thumb, his deep eyes staring intently at her.

Leng Yu Yan panicked, his gaze so cold it felt like it could freeze her over.

Her body stiffened completely, and when she came to her senses to try and escape his embrace, she found that just one of his hands could restrain her securely.

His large hand shackled her slender waist, easily imprisoning her upon his thigh as his unyielding eyes stared at her unwaveringly.

"If you had a heart, it would be made of stone."

His voice was hoarse and cold, edged with a sense of fragmentation.

Hearing this, Leng Yu Yan was momentarily stunned, then coolly smiled, "My heart is made of stone, what about yours?"

Ye Yiheng’s handsome eyes narrowed slightly, this woman actually countered him, did she mean that like him, she had a heart of stone?

Running out of breath, Ye Yiheng’s fingers, well-defined and slender, moved through her hair and forcefully grabbed the back of her head, his kiss filled with anger coming down again.

"You, mmm..."

Leng Yu Yan resisted fiercely, her legs kicking wildly.

Ye Yiheng’s anger soared, one hand holding the back of her head, the other pinning her leg.

Feeling her movements become more violent, Ye Yiheng’s eyebrows instantly drew together, and the restraint he had been suppressing all this time broke, as he fiercely devoured her with his kiss.

Such a novel and terrifying sensation, as if wanting to swallow her whole, bizarre and insane dreams floated across Leng Yu Yan’s mind.

And at that moment, her lips were bitten by him as well, followed by his intense kisses like a storm, intensifying the pain on her lips, so painful that her consciousness began to scatter, nearly leaving her body.

Her tolerance for pain was already low, and the grievances of the past two days all surged up, coupled with her labored breathing, it didn’t take long before his kisses rendered her unconscious.

Outside the carriage, Song Guo, who was driving, and Miao Zhu, seated outside as well, couldn’t hear any conversation inside the carriage, but noticed the carriage shaking more severely than usual. They were about to ask when it suddenly stopped.

The two exchanged a glance, unsure of how their master inside was communicating, and felt it inappropriate to interrupt rashly.

Ye Yiheng realized that something was off with the person in his arms, he awoke abruptly and released her, only to find her lips swollen with blood, making her originally rosy lips even more eye-catching.

The roiling anger that he had felt just moments ago suddenly subsided, he instructed Song Guo urgently: "Faster, return to the Eastern Palace at once!"

"Right away, Your Highness." Song Guo lashed the whip, and the speed of the carriage immediately picked up.

Ye Yiheng pressed on Leng Yu Yan’s philtrum, anxiously saying, "Yanyan, wake up, wake up for me!"

Leng Yu Yan’s heart felt as if it was pressed down by a massive stone, so painful that it numbed, beating sluggishly and heavy to the point where she couldn’t even open her eyelids, let alone pay attention to the man holding her.

She moved her eyes slightly, but her eyelids remained shut, and as drowsiness crept in, she fell back into unconsciousness.

Ye Yiheng saw the movement beneath her eyelids, his earlier panic lessening considerably, and at the same time, he was shocked...

When had his self-control become so weak?

He tightened his arms around her soft body, placing her delicate chin upon the top of her head, bringing her body close to his.

"Yanyan, I like you!"

"I don’t know when I started liking you, but I do know for sure, I really have fallen for you!"

His voice carried a sense of bewilderment and, upon closer listening, a touch of helplessness.

He buried his head in the crook of her neck and whispered again, "Yanyan, I never knew that holding someone in one’s heart could actually be such a painful and tormenting thing."

He was in pain, and he was afraid.

Afraid that he would still find himself alone in this world, solitary in his loneliness.

Time flowed on, the worldly bustle thrived, and it was not easy for me to grow fond of you, you cannot leave me alone to suffer!

Leng Yu Yan, from today onwards, I shall not only keep you by my side but also bind your heart to me!

The horse carriage arrived at the Eastern Palace, and as soon as it stopped, Ye Yiheng carried Leng Yu Yan out, rushing toward the interior of the Eastern Palace.

Sitting at the front, Song Guo and Miao Zhu were taken aback, and upon realizing what had happened, they both exclaimed in unison, "Your Highness and the Commandery Princess both have blood on their lips!"

Song Guo threw the reins to the gatekeeper and hurried after Ye Yiheng’s footsteps together with Miao Zhu.

"Your Highness, what happened to you and the Commandery Princess?" Song Guo caught up while running.

Ye Yiheng didn’t pause his stride, "Go find Ling Lang."

"Right away, I will go now," Song Guo blurted out and immediately made a turn toward Ling Lang’s residence.

Miao Zhu, seeing the injury on her own Commandery Princess’s lips, was about to question them when she inadvertently caught sight of an injury on the Crown Prince’s lips as well, and the accusatory words she was about to utter got stifled.

Their lip injuries appeared as though the Crown Prince’s were more severe.

My goodness, what were they doing inside the horse carriage?

Ye Yiheng, tall with long legs, quickly reached the guest bedroom in the resting palace. He laid Leng Yu Yan on the bed and covered her with a brocade blanket.

Miao Zhu, pondering in her heart, jogged into the bedroom as well.

She casually dropped the medical kit and immediately pinched Leng Yu Yan’s philtrum.

Seeing this, Ye Yiheng said with a grave voice, "I have already pinched her just now."

Miao Zhu withdrew her hand and asked cautiously in a lowered voice, "Did Your Highness take advantage of my Commandery Princess?"

Seeing his silence, Miao Zhu said with a sobbing voice, "Although my Commandery Princess possesses medical skills, she is afraid of pain, and a small cut on her finger can make her cry in agony, let alone other injuries. How could Your Highness be so heartless?"

Ye Yiheng’s lips were tightly pursed; he was very angry and also very furious, and he had forgotten about Leng Yu Yan’s tendency to be delicate.

As Miao Zhu was contemplating how to phrase her words to make another point, Song Guo arrived in a hurry, bringing Ling Lang with him.

Ling Lang gave Ye Yiheng a bow, and Ye Yiheng waved his hand, signaling him to quickly attend to Leng Yu Yan.

Ling Lang nodded, walked briskly to the bedside, and using a silk handkerchief to cover Leng Yu Yan’s wrist, took her pulse. Shortly after, he put away the handkerchief.

"Your Highness, the Commandery Princess is unharmed."

Ye Yiheng furrowed his brow, "Unharmed, so why hasn’t she woken up?"

It was then Ling Lang noticed the bloodstains on the lips of both his master and Princess Beilan. He immediately understood the reason why Princess Beilan had fainted.

At this moment, as the Crown Prince asked such a question, telling him the real reason made his middle-aged face flush with embarrassment.

To alleviate the awkwardness, Ling Lang coughed, "Just now, the Commandery Princess experienced excessive emotional fluctuations, coupled with the intense entanglement that led to disordered breathing and consequently to fainting. In about four hours, the Commandery Princess should awaken."

Miao Zhu, still worried, asked, "Is it really alright?"

"Yes, the Commandery Princess is fine," Ling Lang nodded and took a few steps toward Ye Yiheng, "Your Highness, this servant has something to say."

"Speak," Ye Yiheng uttered curtly.

Ling Lang lifted his hand slightly, "Please step aside with me, Your Highness."

In the past, even a light brush of a kiss from His Highness upon the Commandery Princess could trigger her cold disease, but given the severity of the injuries on their lips today, he, an old bachelor, dared not dwell on the intensity.