On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 461 Attractive Pose

Chapter 461: Chapter 461 Attractive Pose

Leng Yu Yan made a gesture for silence and lowered her voice, "Naturally, to watch Lai Manting’s drama unfold."

Seeing that he was still standing, she waved at him, "Crouch down quickly."

Ye Yiheng tugged at the corner of his lips, remembering that it had been a long time since he last crouched. It was only during his childhood while playing with Ji Qingyu that they would crouch together to observe the snakes and insects on the ground.

He had not yet intended to crouch when her small hand grabbed his fingers.

Under the moonlight, her hand emitted a pearly white sheen, merely pinching his two fingers, yet it was a firm grip.

Her hands were so small, yet when it came to handling the silver needle, she showed no mercy.

"Quickly," she tugged.

Ye Yiheng cleared his throat and reluctantly crouched.

Seeing his tall stature crouching and still maintaining his composure, Leng Yu Yan chuckled softly.

"What are you laughing at?"

His voice was low and deep.

Leng Yu Yan suppressed her smile, "Laughing at how handsome Your Highness is, looking good in any pose."

Intuition told Ye Yiheng that what she said was different from what she thought. He curved his lips and provocatively said, "Indeed, every pose does look good. Yanyan, would you like to see?"

Upon hearing this, Leng Yu Yan paused.

Why did it feel like his words had a double meaning?

Using the moonlight, she tried to discern something from his eyes, yet all she saw was a calmness as still as an ancient well, not a trace of his thoughts appearing on his face, let alone in his eyes.

Was she thinking too much?

Ye Yiheng arched an eyebrow and pointed with his chin, "Quick, look. The two men who just arrived below must be the Wu father and son, right?"

Leng Yu Yan’s heart tightened, she focused her mind, absolutely convinced she was thinking too much!

From the hole, she looked down and saw two men examining the blotches on Lai Manting’s face.

Ye Yiheng quietly looked up at her beside him. The blotches on Lai Manting’s face were similar to her previous symptoms. Could he assume that Lai Manting’s blotches were related to her?

At that moment, Lai Manting in the room below, looking at her reflection in the mirror, fiercely said, "Mrs. Zhang died six years ago, and as her elder sister, I pretended to care for the little girl. The little girl was completely guileless toward me."

Mrs. Feng also said, "The poison provided by the two Doctor Wus really works. I only had Manting sprinkle some in the little girl’s food, and sure enough, she became uglier as days passed."

Lai Manting hatefully covered the mirror with a cloth, "Yet now I have become uglier myself, and I cannot accept this!"

At that time, the ten-year-old Leng Yu Yan had already blossomed stunningly, a beauty that made people say she would be breathtaking when she grew up.

Ever since she was young, she had been overshadowed by the little girl’s brilliance. Upon learning that her mother intended to poison the little girl, she volunteered to take up the task of "caring" for her.

Hearing this on the rooftop, Leng Yu Yan clenched her fists tightly in anger. Although she had guessed as much, hearing it directly from the mouths of Mrs. Feng and her daughter still infuriated her beyond measure.

Ye Yiheng held one of her fists with his hand and squeezed gently.

Miraculously, this calmed her down.

At that moment, Lai Manting inside the house said to the Wus, "Doctors, give me more of the poison that ruined the little girl’s appearance and figure."

She intended to add it to Leng Yu Yan’s food.

See how she could ever marry the blind Crown Prince?

Mr. Wu reluctantly spoke, "Now that Leng Yu Yan is the Princess Beilan, does the Third Miss plan to add the medicine to her food again?"

"Princess Beilan or not, isn’t she still going to marry a blind and feeble man?" Lai Manting covered her mouth and chuckled lightly, "Oh, and that person isn’t quite a man since he’s impotent!"

At these words, Leng Yu Yan was filled with righteous indignation.

Though it was true that Ye Yiheng was incompetent, as her fiancé by her side, Leng Yu Yan would not allow others to denigrate him like this.

Dark, murderous glints flickered through Leng Yu Yan’s beautiful eyes—if looks could kill, several below would have died a thousand deaths.

Lai Manting took out a silver note and placed it on the dressing table, "Five thousand taels for the facial treatment’s consultation fee, and another hundred taels for the poison, which should be more than enough, right?"

Ms. Wu and her son brightened instantly, exchanging glances.

The young Dr. Wu grabbed the silver note and counted it, his face breaking into a smile, "It’s enough, enough!"

Mr. Wu produced a packet of medicine powder and a recipe, "This medicine powder is the poison, and the recipe is for the freckle-removing paste. Follow the proportions on the recipe, apply it to the face, and pulling off the facial skin will do."

Lai Manting asked excitedly, "Is this recipe given by the Divine Doctor?"

Mr. Wu choked, and the young Dr. Wu hurriedly nodded, "Yes, it is indeed the Divine Doctor’s recipe that I obtained with great effort."

"Since both doctors are here, please prepare the paste right now."

Lai Manting couldn’t wait to remove the black hairy spots on her face.

Taking the money for the job, the young Dr. Wu immediately agreed.

The Divine Doctor’s recipe? Irony flickered through Leng Yu Yan’s eyes from above the roof.

Inside, Ms. Wu and her son quickly prepared the paste and brushed it onto Lai Manting’s facial skin from both sides.

As time passed, Lai Manting felt the facial skin tightening severely, but she dared not touch it, nervously asking, "My face is burning and tight; is there a problem?"

Mr. Wu calmly explained, "Third Miss, this kind of paste is like this; to pull off the facial skin, it needs strong adhesiveness."

Lai Manting found it reasonable and nodded.

Time ticked by, and once the paste on the face had completely dried, Ms. Wu and her son grabbed the two spots on Lai Manting’s face.

"Third Miss, bear with it a bit," Mr. Wu said, looking at Mrs. Feng, "Please fold the handkerchief and let Third Miss bite on it; otherwise, the pain may cause her to bite her tongue, and that would be counterproductive."

Mrs. Feng nodded, "Right, right."

She fumbled for a handkerchief while keeping an eye on Lai Manting’s face.

Moments later, Mrs. Feng stuffed the handkerchief into Lai Manting’s mouth, and both Ms. Wu and her son exchanged glances, then pulled hard, tearing off the spots on Lai Manting’s face.

Rip, rip echoed the sounds.

The originally black spots were indeed stuck on the dried paste, bringing delight to Lai Manting seeing the spots in the hands of Ms. Wu and her son.

But Mrs. Feng turned pale with fright, tremblingly asking, "Daughter, do you feel something’s not right?"

After the numb pain, acute stinging pain engulfed her, and Lai Manting screamed, yanking down the cloth curtain from the dressing mirror.

The reflection in the mirror showed her left and right cheeks gruesomely covered with blood and flesh, horrifyingly disfigured.

Mr. Wu explained, "It’ll heal with care."

Mrs. Feng asked in panic, "Really? The facial matter can be big or small; can it really heal?"

"Naturally, my Lady, please be at ease!" the young Dr. Wu reassured with a smile.

Contrary to Mrs. Feng’s fright, Lai Manting endured the pain, saying, "Little girl, when removing spots, it’s just like this; mother needn’t worry."

Hearing this, Ms. Wu and her son quietly breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn’t easy for them to have scoured medical books for a recipe that could deceive temporarily.

These five thousand taels were easily earned!

Up on the roof, Leng Yu Yan’s lips twitched slightly, tugging on Ye Yiheng’s sleeve, "Let’s go back."

Saying this, she replaced the tile.

Ye Yiheng nodded, standing up and embracing her slender waist, leaving Marquis Ningyuan’s Mansion silently.