On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 451: Overbearing and Dominant

Chapter 451: Chapter 451: Overbearing and Dominant

Leng Yu Yan said she didn’t believe it, but she knew Xiaoshan was loyal and would not lie to her.

At this moment, she didn’t want to see that person anymore.

"Miao Zhu, help me quickly."

The amount of wine she had imbibed was not much, but the swelling in her head became increasingly apparent.

Miao Zhu quickly reached out to support her, seeing Ye Yiheng with a solemn face and thinking the Crown Prince was displeased to see her Commandery Princess drinking, she said in a low voice, "Commandery Princess, let’s go to the bathroom and wash our face."

Her Commandery Princess had wine on her face, neck, and chest, which urgently needed to be dealt with.

Leng Yu Yan pressed her temples and said, "Okay." She turned her head and did not forget to tell Ye Jiu, "Ah Ju, I won’t walk you out."

Her gaze deliberately passed over him, causing Ye Yiheng to feel inexplicably irritated.

In one swift movement, he pulled off his eye veil, and his sinister and cold gaze swept over Ye Jiu and Xiaoshan: "What happened?"

Xiaoshan trembled all over and immediately bowed his head. Ye Jiu pulled at the corner of his mouth, giving an awkward and ingratiating smile.

Both men honestly recounted what they knew.

After hearing all of this, Ye Yiheng’s cold voice rang out again: "Dismissed."

Ye Jiu had taken her to see the Beiliang Princess, and he hadn’t told her this morning’s schedule, fearing she would overthink.

Despite all precautions, an oversight occurred with Ye Jiu.

And unfortunately, they had run into Ji Qingyu, that bastard, at the teahouse.

Ji Qingyu had known him since they were both in swaddling clothes and was privy to many of his matters.

For the time being, Ye Yiheng had a splitting headache.

Xiaoshan looked worriedly at the bathroom door, then nodded and left.

Ye Jiu sighed deeply, why did it seem like she was the one in the wrong when Sixth Brother looked at her?

Hmph, it was clearly because Sixth Brother had been in the Imperial Palace for too long!

Ye Jiu had the urge to retort, but seeing Ye Yiheng’s indifferent demeanor, she forced back her words and turned elegantly to leave the courtyard.

Before dealing with the situation in the palace, she would first probe Li Yuyue.

Ye Yiheng paused at the bathroom door for a moment, waiting until his expression had composed, then stepped forward.

"Yanyan," he called out softly.

Inside the bathroom, Miao Zhu was undoing the pearl buttons at Leng Yu Yan’s chest, using a cotton pad to wipe her skin.

On hearing the noise, Leng Yu Yan hurriedly turned to the side.

Miao Zhu stepped forward to position herself protectively in front of her Commandery Princess: "Your Highness, my Commandery Princess is currently indisposed, please wait a moment!"

Ye Yiheng’s stride halted, and he was about to step out when he heard Leng Yu Yan say to Miao Zhu, "I don’t want to see him, Miao Zhu, please show the guest out."

Was he a guest?

The coldness that Ye Yiheng had just managed to suppress instantly resurfaced.

"Miao Zhu, leave."

His voice was very cold, as if it were a blizzard accompanied by a bone-chilling anger that made one shiver involuntarily.

Miao Zhu glanced at Ye Yiheng anxiously, seeing the darkness in his eyes deepen, her legs carried her out of the bathroom against her will.

Once outside the bathroom, Miao Zhu realized that if the Crown Prince was angry, wouldn’t that anger be taken out on the Commandery Princess?

Just as she decided to go back into the bathroom, the door slammed shut with a bang, nearly hitting her nose. Miao Zhu crouched down, frowning with a troubled expression, and placed her ear against the door panel.

Leng Yu Yan clenched the clothes at her chest, her back to Ye Yiheng, her tone as even as possible: "If Your Highness has something to say, please wait until I have changed my clothes."

She had drunk directly from the wine jug, and while much of it had gone down her throat, most of it had spilled from her mouth down to her neck and onto her body.

She was not sure if it was the drinking that made her slightly drunk, or if it was the scent of the wine on her clothing that intoxicated her, causing her to sway slightly.

She quickly braced herself against the washing stand.

Ye Yiheng stopped behind her and asked, "Jealous?"

Hearing this, Leng Yu Yan let out a cold laugh, and after a moment, her eyes rimmed with red, "I don’t like you, so why would I be jealous?"

It’s said that in a relationship between a man and a woman, the one who falls in love first is the one who loses.

She didn’t want to lose!

Ye Yiheng reached out and pinched her slender shoulders, turning her around to face him, "You’re still saying you don’t like me?"

Leng Yu Yan gave a faint smile—it was crowded with women around him. There was Zheng Liqi, close by, and far off, there was the Beiliang Princess; there were even those who had passed away. What was she?

She was nothing!

Because he had a first love.

She had no reason to be jealous, and with this thought, she said coolly, "I was just thinking, if the Beiliang Princess marries the Crown Prince, then our transaction cannot continue."

Ye Yiheng’s handsome brows furrowed, "All you think about is the transaction?"

"What else then?" she laughed again.

He laughed as well, but his laugh carried a hint of sarcasm, "Leng Yu Yan, is there really nothing between us but a transaction?"

"Yes!" Leng Yu Yan lowered her gaze, avoiding his, and said harshly, "A transaction is but a dream."

"A dream?"

"A dream, when awakened from, everything should end," she murmured softly.

Ye Yiheng grabbed her hand and pressed it hard against his own heart, "Do you think my heartbeat is fake?"

The hand that Leng Yu Yan had originally clasped over the front of her chest was taken away by him, exposing her pale, fair skin to the air, and waves of shame and anger surged up...

She couldn’t control herself anymore, "Everyone has a heart; without a heartbeat, one would be dead. You talk to me about a heartbeat, Ye Yiheng, you’re deceiving ghosts!"

Ye Yiheng’s other hand pinched her chin, "Look at me, look into my eyes and say you don’t like me."

Leng Yu Yan looked up, her eyes swirling with complex emotions, and with a radiant smile, she said, "What a joke, how could I possibly like you?"

"Are you saying it will be me, the Princess Beilan, or the Beiliang Princess, who becomes the Crown Princess Consort?"

"Although Beiliang is small, she is still a princess of a nation. Although the Prince Zhenbei Mansion governs a large area, in reality, it is just a princely mansion of a different surname, and I am merely a daughter of such a house."

"It would hardly be appropriate for a princess to be made a concubine, right? But if I were to be made a concubine, my family would not agree. After thinking it over, I can only conclude that our transaction must end."

What she truly hoped for was a lifetime together as a couple; even if it was a transactional marriage, she selfishly hoped that the other party would have only her.

However, he was the Crown Prince, and his status dictated that there would never be only one woman at his side.

She was naive!

But just the thought of liking him made her heart ache.

If they continued to associate and encountered such an issue again, wouldn’t her heart die from the pain?

She should end it while she had not yet fallen in love with him!

Ye Yiheng’s handsome brows knitted tightly: "I’ve said before, in this life, it will never end!"

And then, his cool, thin lips came crashing down.

As lips touched lips, Leng Yu Yan’s eyes bulged, and she pushed hard against him, desperately struggling, "You, you jerk..."

The man’s long fingers pressed hard on her chin, forcing her to part her red lips.

His cool and thin lips dominantly and vigorously moved over her tender ones.

After a long struggle that was futile, Leng Yu Yan simply stopped moving, her hands limply resting against his chest, like a puppet, letting him kiss her.

The kiss turned her world upside down, making it difficult for her to breathe.

But she no longer had the strength to struggle.

The difference in strength between men and women was stark, and in that moment, she felt it acutely.

Ye Yiheng gazed down and continued to kiss her, hiding the dark turbulence in his eyes.

This woman had a taste of wine on her lips, and the sight of her snow-white skin had etched itself firmly in his mind.

Among the myriad of women in the world, it was only her that he had to restrain himself from.

But at that moment, he didn’t want to restrain himself anymore...