On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 426: Encounter Complications

Chapter 426: Chapter 426: Encounter Complications

"If Your Highness were to have an attack of cold disease this time, the severity of it is unimaginable!"

Ye Yiheng instructed Song Guo and Miao Zhu to take good care of Leng Yu Yan, and then he stepped out of the guest room.

Ling Lang followed him out, and the two stood still under the porch outside.

"Your Highness, please allow me to take your pulse." Ling Lang bowed and requested.

At this moment, the Crown Prince appeared as though nothing was amiss, but thinking about the intense kiss between the Crown Prince and Princess Beilan, Ling Lang was still very worried.

Ye Yiheng extended his wrist, and Ling Lang took his pulse.

After a moment, Ling Lang withdrew his hand. Having determined that there were no signs of an attack of cold disease in his master, he was relieved, "It seems Princess Beilan’s detoxification was quite effective!"

Ye Yiheng responded faintly and immediately returned to the guest room.

Seeing his master’s distinguished and extraordinary figure, Ling Lang’s newly relieved heart began to worry for another reason.

With His Highness being so courageous, how could the Princess handle it?

Everyone thought the Crown Prince had a hidden ailment, but he knew full well that the Crown Prince’s illness was non-existent. As for the rumors, they were mostly maliciously spread by people with ulterior motives.

Moreover, the symptoms of the supposed hidden ailment were entirely related to toxins in his body, and as long as the toxins were reduced, the symptoms of the hidden ailments would not exist.

If the Crown Prince kissing the Princess overwhelmed her, what would happen after they married?

It seemed he should study medical skills during this period. Should the Princess ever faint, she naturally could not treat herself, and as a Poison Detector, it would be his role to act as a doctor.

Ling Lang made up his mind, grumbling in his heart—this old bachelor worried about too many things.

Lately, he heard that His Highness had asked Mo Chen, Ruofeng, and Song Guo to look for women they liked; he wondered, given his loyal and extremely dedicated service, whether the Crown Prince would also arrange a marriage for him?

More than an hour later, Leng Yu Yan woke up.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Ye Yiheng sitting at the head of the bed, his eyes closed.

She didn’t know if he was meditating or just napping, but she didn’t feel like dealing with him.

Leng Yu Yan bit her lip lightly and called Miao Zhu in a low voice, "Pack the medical kit, Miao Zhu. Let’s go home."

Ye Yiheng suddenly opened his eyes upon hearing this: "You are not allowed to go back!"

Leng Yu Yan got out of bed directly: "Miao Zhu, ignore him. Let’s leave."

As Miao Zhu packed the medical kit and was about to help Leng Yu Yan, Ye Yiheng’s voice stopped her, "Song Guo, take Miao Zhu out."

Song Guo moved forward two steps, grabbed Miao Zhu’s arm, "Come on grandma, let’s go."

Miao Zhu shook her hand off, but couldn’t break free, so she could only call out anxiously, "Your Highness, please don’t bully the Commandery Princess any further; if the Princely Heir gets angry, the situation might turn ugly..."

Before she could finish, Song Guo had dragged her out of the guest room.

Leng Yu Yan was furious, "Ye Yiheng, what exactly do you want? Is knowing who my mentor is really that important to you?"

Their misunderstanding started from this very question. Since she didn’t want to talk about it, he shouldn’t force her. Ye Yiheng stood up from his stool and said lightly, "Let’s not discuss this issue. I believe that one day you will tell me the truth."

"Huh, quite confident," said Leng Yu Yan, with a light laugh.

Yet, Ye Yiheng said again, "I didn’t want to ask about that either, but for some reason, I always feel like you are very distant. Though you are within reach, there seems to be an insurmountable barrier between us; no matter what, I cannot touch you."

"Yanyan, do you understand this feeling?" He pondered for a moment, then added, "It’s as if you and I are in different worlds, never destined to meet."

Hearing this, Leng Yu Yan felt both shocked and panicked. What kind of man had she encountered?

His perception was so precise—they truly were people from different worlds.

But she had crossed over to this place. Were their encounters and entanglements arranged by fate?

At this moment, she lacked the courage to meet his gaze directly and slowly lowered her head. Her vision gradually blurred, and glittering tears fell, splashing small ripples on the floor.

"Why are you crying?"

Ye Yiheng was at a loss, wanting to wipe her tears but not daring to, for fear of hurting her.

"I’ve had many dreams, and in one of them, I went to another world. That world was different from ours, there was no you. At least, I never saw you in that world."

Given their relationship, she could only tell him in such an indirect manner, that she had once been in a different world.

"So that’s how it is," he laughed and pulled her into his embrace, "Yanyan, no matter how good another world is, you can’t leave me!"

Leng Yu Yan gave a bitter smile and nodded; she wanted to return to the modern era, but couldn’t.

Was it fate, or had she returned to a previous life? In the modern era and in the ancient era, she was both called Leng Yu Yan.

What about that ridiculous dream?

The more she thought about it, the more her head hurt terribly, so she decided not to think about it anymore.

Instead, she remembered the forceful kiss in the carriage, Leng Yu Yan felt both angry and annoyed.

"You bastard, how could you do that to me in the carriage?"

Her chest heaved dramatically as she struggled desperately to escape his embrace.

Ye Yiheng’s eyes darkened, he held her tighter, and whispered into her ear, "In this life, I only want you as a woman, how can you say that taking another woman into the Eastern Palace has nothing to do with you?"

His voice was cold and deep, as if he still harbored an unextinguished anger.

Leng Yu Yan stopped struggling and let him hold her, tilting her head and muttering, "Only me, that sounds nice."

"With just you, it’s such trouble, I..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Leng Yu Yan’s tears immediately withdrew, "You’re calling me trouble!"

"Isn’t it? Both delicate and troublesome." He pointed to the wound on his lips, "You bit me so hard, and I didn’t even faint."

Hearing that, Leng Yu Yan looked up, the thin lips with the broken and crusted wound was glaringly painful to look at.

"That’s because your mouth wasn’t behaving, towards me..."

"How towards you?" His voice teased.

"I don’t want to talk about this anymore."

Leng Yu Yan’s cheeks flushed slightly, which eased much of the displeasure and loneliness in Ye Yiheng’s heart.

"Stay in the Eastern Palace tonight," he said in a low voice.

"I can’t, I have to go back, my brother would worry."

"Then how about after dinner?"

"That won’t do either, it’ll be late after dinner." Leng Yu Yan glanced out the window at the sky, "I want to go back now."

She needed to think about their relationship.

Ye Yiheng fell silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "You fainted in the carriage, I spoke a lot into your ear, did you hear it?"

"What did you say?" Leng Yu Yan asked blankly.

He looked at her intently and tenderly, then quickly averted his gaze, as if afraid she would see through his thoughts, turned around, and after a long while said, "It doesn’t matter if you didn’t hear it."

Had she really not heard him say he liked her?

But earlier when she was unconscious, her eyes were clearly moving. Could it be that she heard but was too embarrassed to admit it?

Leng Yu Yan walked up to him, blinked, and looked at him, "What did you say, just tell me now, I’m listening."

Ye Yiheng’s expression returned to calm, and he calmly met her beautiful eyes, "Do you really want to hear?"

"Mhm!" she nodded.

"Stay with me tonight to warm my bed, and I’ll tell you."