On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 453: Not Just Wanting to Kiss

Chapter 453: Chapter 453: Not Just Wanting to Kiss

Leng Yu Yan paused, then almost involuntarily asked, "Will your lips not be soft if you don’t drink wine?"

"Soft," Ye Yiheng smiled, "but wine brings a special flavor."

Leng Yu Yan pulled at the garment near her heart with one hand and pushed him with the other, "You go out first, I need to wash and then change my clothes."

Following the direction of her hand, a glimpse of snow-white skin appeared in front of his eyes. Ye Yiheng’s gaze deepened, "I’ll get your clothes for you."

With that, he turned and left the bathroom.

Outside the bathroom, Miao Zhu awkwardly smiled, "Your Highness, you didn’t do anything to our Commandery Princess, did you?"

Ye Yiheng glanced at her and walked on his own toward the wardrobe.

Song Guo tugged at Miao Zhu and quickly followed Ye Yiheng’s steps, "Your Highness, shall I then go back and inform the people at the palace?"

"Mmm," Ye Yiheng responded indifferently, slightly turning his head to speak to Miao Zhu, "Get a set of clothes for the Commandery Princess to change into."

"Okay!" Miao Zhu walked briskly to the wardrobe and took out clothes from inside to outside.

Ye Yiheng reached out to take them.

Miao Zhu froze, "Your Highness, let the maid attend to the Commandery Princess as she changes."

Just as Song Guo started stepping away upon hearing this, he quickly turned back and tugged at Miao Zhu’s sleeve, "Are you foolish?"

While saying this, he made some significant facial gestures.

Miao Zhu slapped her forehead and smiled hee-hee, "Then, I’ll trouble the Crown Prince and escort Song Guo out."

Song Guo shrugged with a smile, "Let’s go, you escort me."

Ye Yiheng entered the bathroom with an impassive face, holding the clothes.

At that moment, Leng Yu Yan was wiping herself down behind the screen in the bathroom. He pulled up a chair and sat outside the screen, laying out the clothes on his lap.

Outside, Song Guo glanced at Miao Zhu walking beside him, "You really lack tact."

"It’s not my fault," Miao Zhu muttered, "You didn’t see how tense it was just now. I thought the Crown Prince was about to devour our Commandery Princess..."

That’s why she was anxious.

Song Guo grasped Miao Zhu’s sleeve and turned into a small path, "Devour her? Let me tell you honestly, my master is good in so many ways, except for one. We all know what that one thing is. Do you think His Highness could really ’devour’ the Commandery Princess?"

"Do you remember the bloodstains on their lips last time? I’m worried about that. What are you thinking about?" Miao Zhu pointed to his forehead, "Song Guo, you’re an eunuch; what on earth fills your head?"

"Miao Zhu, let me tell you, the Commandery Princess said biologically, I’m still male. What do you think is on my mind?" he retorted.

Miao Zhu snorted, "You’re not thinking of taking a wife, are you?"

"Why not?" Song Guo countered, "His Highness said if I fancied a girl, I should tell him, and he would decide for me."

Hearing this, Miao Zhu choked.

After leaving the path, after a while, Miao Zhu asked, "Have you taken a liking to any girl?"

"Uh..." Song Guo smacked his lips, "No."

Does she like him? Although the Commandery Princess’s words were reassuring, he was acutely aware that he was an eunuch.

What woman in the world would truly be willing to marry an eunuch?

The two fell into a silence, and soon, they arrived at the front courtyard.

The eunuch who came to deliver the message from the palace was still waiting there. Seeing Song Guo approaching, he greeted him with piled smiles, "Mr. Song, please ask the Crown Prince to come to the palace at his earliest convenience!"

Song Guo smiled faintly, gesturing with his hand, "His Highness, the Crown Prince, is spending time with the Crown Princess Consort and will not be coming to the palace."

The messenger eunuch muttered, "Crown Princess Consort?"

"Indeed, the Crown Princess Consort is Princess Beilan," Song Guo lifted his hand, "You should return to the palace quickly; I won’t see you out."

The messenger eunuch bowed respectfully, stepped back a few paces, and then left.

After he had gone far, Miao Zhu stared at Song Guo, "I’ve noticed you’ve adopted about half of His Highness’s cool demeanor, and you carry quite a commanding presence."

"Of course!" Song Guo arched his brow, "I am the East Palace Chief. When I speak, I naturally have to have a certain tone and poise."

Miao Zhu giggled.

At this moment, Ye Yiheng shifted his position in the chair, turning to face away from the screen to avoid seeing the figure of the beauty on it.

Yet, his peripheral vision still caught a glimpse.

The less he wanted to see, the clearer the image became.

The beauty’s figure was graceful and delicate, portrayed on the screen like a fine beauty painting.

He wasn’t sure if it was the effect of last night’s silver needles or his current psychological state, but his vision was exceptionally sharp; he even recalled the sight he had seen in the lake waters.

Ye Yiheng felt an itch and dryness in his throat, and he coughed lightly.

Leng Yu Yan had been focusing on scrubbing her skin, but when she suddenly heard the cough, she realized that someone had returned to the bathroom.

"Just put the clothes down," she said.

That meant for him to leave.

Ye Yiheng clearly understood the subtext in her words, but he said instead, "No need, I’ll wait for you."

Leng Yu Yan pressed a cotton handkerchief to her chest and walked to one side of the screen, speaking in a soft, glutinous voice, "Can’t you wait in the bedroom?"

"No need, I’ll wait here," Ye Yiheng said as he patted the clothes over his lap. "Which one will you wear first?"

As he patted, he inadvertently touched her undergarment.

Leng Yu Yan’s face turned red, and she whispered as soft as a mosquito, "I need to take off my clothes first, please go out quickly!"

Seeing her blush, Ye Yiheng looked down in confusion, only then realizing what he had just touched.

The color rose to his handsome face, and his back tensed, his entire body rigidly standing up. He placed the clothes on the chair: "I’ll go out; you get dressed quickly, don’t catch a cold."

Seeing him blush too, the burning sensation on Leng Yu Yan’s face subsided, and she raised her hand with a light laugh.

Hearing the laughter, Ye Yiheng paused mid-step, quickly turned around, and instantly teleported in front of her.

"You?" Leng Yu Yan abruptly stopped laughing.

The man before her had complex emotions swirling in his eyes, with a fine scrutiny that seemed to hint at an impending storm, capable of ravaging everything in its path.

Leng Yu Yan wanted to flee, but he grasped her hand tightly.

With a firm wrist, Ye Yiheng easily pulled her into his embrace.

His long hand gripped her slender waist, bodies pressed together, his handsome face drawing closer and closer. Leng Yu Yan pursed her lips, her voice unexpectedly soft as she uttered, "What are you, going to do?"

The man remained silent.

His other hand caressed her lips, his fingertips gently stroking them.

Looking at her small, red, soft lips, Ye Yiheng’s eyes flashed with a terrifying intent to devour, clearly aware of their sweet fragrance.

Damn it!

He didn’t just want to kiss her!

What to do now?

Would this scare her off?

Suppressing the terrible desire to possess her in his heart, Ye Yiheng leaned down to her ear.

His crisp breath sprayed entirely on her ear...

"Yanyan, what do you think I want to do?"

His voice was low and deep, with a bewitching vagueness that stirred the heart.

He spoke so close to her, his voice grinding on her ear, making her entire body soften.

Before Leng Yu Yan could react, the man’s fervent kiss descended overwhelmingly, with a passion that tangled and tugged at the heartstrings.

"Mmm, just now, wasn’t it, a kiss..."

He swallowed all her sounds of protest.

Her breath intoxicated him, shattering the self-control he had always taken pride in with a single blow.