On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 465: Capturing the Mind

Chapter 465: Chapter 465: Capturing the Mind

Grand Doctor Zeng had not long departed when Mo Chen arrived in the study with an urgent letter.

Seeing him, Ye Yiheng removed his eye veil, "What’s the matter?"

Mo Chen unfolded the letter and placed it under Ye Yiheng’s eyes, "An Shiqi and An Ershijiu, along with the people of the Princely Heir have sent a letter, asking for Your Highness to review it!"

Ye Yiheng quickly scanned the content written on the letter, his handsome brows furrowing.

Seeing this, Mo Chen asked, "Your Highness, are they having trouble with their investigation in Yaoshou?"

Ye Yiheng moved the letter with his long fingers, signaling Mo Chen to have a look himself.

After reading it, Mo Chen asked, "Your Highness, according to the letter, the Princess Consort and the Governor of Yaoshou are merely distant relatives. Then why did the Governor of Yaoshou recently have the audacity to request a high-ranking official position from the Princess Consort?"

Ye Yiheng pondered for a moment and said, "The Governor of Yaoshou credited himself with the merit of eliminating Scar Face, and the old man handling the petitions didn’t even have time to review it, thus the man repeatedly sought the Princess Consort’s help."

As he spoke, he couldn’t help but knit his brows.

If the Princess Consort was not the mastermind behind Scar Face’s attempt to harm Li Fei, then who was the real culprit?

Mo Chen then asked, "Your Highness, An Shiqi and the others wish to extend their investigation in Yaoshou for a while longer, may I ask if that is permitted?"

"Granted."

With a single word, Ye Yiheng clutched his eye veil and stood up, striding out of the study.

"Where are you going, Your Highness?"

"To the Northern Garrison camp in the suburb," Ye Yiheng paused slightly, then added, "Bring the letter."

"Yes!" Mo Chen folded up the letter and tucked it into his chest.

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At this moment in Prince Zhenbei Mansion.

Leng Yu Yan and Ye Jiu were in the rear garden’s pavilion, sipping tea while watching the gardeners tend to the plants.

"I heard they caught a thief this morning?" Ye Jiu, snacking on walnut kernels, sipped her flower tea, "I was groggy with sleep at the time, and afterward, I forgot to have someone inquire about it."

Leng Yu Yan’s slender fingers were peeling peanuts, and she chuckled lightly, "A thief?"

Miao Zhu scoffed, "The Princess is unaware, but the person captured today was Lai Manting."

"Lai Manting?" Ye Jiu crushed a peanut shell and asked, "That abandoned Consort of Prince Liang?"

Miao Zhu nodded, "Exactly her."

"What is she doing at the mansion? She couldn’t possibly be blaming Ah Yan for her being abandoned, could she?" Ye Jiu was very puzzled.

Miao Zhu looked at Leng Yu Yan, "Commandery Princess?"

"You tell them," Leng Yu Yan said calmly.

It wasn’t anything worth keeping secret.

After all, it was Lai Manting who was at fault initially, and there was no harm in letting Ye Jiu know.

Having received permission, Miao Zhu slowly recounted, "Princess, as you know, our Commandery Princess underwent a drastic change in appearance and physique at the age of ten, all because Mrs. Feng and her daughter Lai Manting had poisoned her. This time, Lai Manting broke into the mansion intending to administer poison once again."

"This is outrageous!" Ye Jiu slammed the stone table.

Her hands, delicate at the core, felt a pang of pain from hitting the stone surface, and she pinched the center of her hand, indignantly saying, "This Lai Manting must be tired of living!"

Leng Yu Yan smiled faintly, "Don’t be angry, I had someone force that medicine powder down her throat."

"Serves her right!" Ye Jiu laughed, "This is exactly what she deserves!"

At that moment, the steward came to report.

"Commandery Princess, the Seventh Prince of Beiliang wishes to see the Princely Heir. But the Princely Heir is currently at the military camp in the suburbs, how should we proceed?"

Leng Yu Yan didn’t even lift her head, "Then have him come another day."

The butler expressed his difficulty, "Commandery Princess, the Seventh Prince of Beiliang has already arrived, and we couldn’t stop him."

Upon hearing this, Leng Yu Yan and Ye Jiu both looked up, and to their astonishment, they saw a figure slowly walking towards them at the entrance of the garden.

Leng Yu Yan and Ye Jiu exchanged glances, reading the same thought in each other’s eyes.

Oh, he thinks this is his backyard, leisurely strolling and enjoying as though he’s in a place of ambiance.

Today, after Haoyuan had investigated, he knew that the Princely Heir, Lai Yuyue, was training troops at the military camp on the outskirts, hence he chose this hour to visit the Prince Zhenbei Mansion, hoping to meet with Leng Yu Yan.

If he could have a close conversation with her, that would be all the better.

Unexpectedly, not only did he meet Leng Yu Yan, but also Ye Jiu.

Looking at two women of different beauties, Haoyuan’s heart blossomed with joy.

He had to admit that the land of Tiancheng nurtured people well; he had never seen such beauties in Beiliang.

If he could take both the beauties before him, then he would be the envy of all men!

Meanwhile, a thought he never dared to entertain before crossed his mind, if he could take Tiancheng under his control, then he truly would become someone everyone looked up to.

With this thought, Haoyuan quickened his steps and stopped outside the pavilion, laughing loudly, "The Princely Heir is not at the mansion, but it’s fortunate to meet the Commandery Princess. And with the Ninth Princess here as well, it is indeed a fortunate encounter for me!"

Ye Jiu snorted with a laugh, "Showing up uninvited, your skin is really thick, isn’t it?"

Leng Yu Yan didn’t want to talk to this man, turned her head to the butler, "The back garden is where the mansion’s women rest, and no outside men should enter, butler, see the guest out!"

Seeing Leng Yu Yan offering no face, an embarrassing smile crossed Haoyuan’s face.

"The Commandery Princess misunderstands, I was originally waiting in the front courtyard and couldn’t help but walk here. If I have disturbed you, please forgive me!" Haoyuan said, bowing deeply with his hands clasped.

Leng Yu Yan, pulling Ye Jiu, stood up, and before they had walked a few steps, another group of people arrived at the entrance of the garden.

Leading them was Yu Yinglei.

"Seeing the Seventh Prince’s carriage at the gate of the Prince Zhenbei Mansion, Ying Lei followed in. To my surprise, my Seventh Brother is indeed here."

Her words were clearly intended for Haoyuan, but her gaze stayed fixed on Leng Yu Yan who had just stepped out of the pavilion.

The gatekeeper, visibly uneasy, approached Leng Yu Yan, "Commandery Princess, I’m at fault for not being able to stop them."

Leng Yu Yan waved her hand, "It’s not your fault."

Whether it was Haoyuan or Yu Yinglei, most of those following them were guards.

Firstly, to Tiancheng they are guests, and it is customary not to refuse visitors. Secondly, the guards they brought had clearly made up their minds to enter the mansion.

"So be it, guests they are," Leng Yu Yan said lightly with a smile, "Butler, please take our guests to the front hall for some tea."

She did not speak directly to Haoyuan and Yu Yinglei, but instead gave instructions to the butler, which greatly displeased the Yu siblings. Since what she said was not disrespectful, they could not react harshly.

Yu Yinglei clenched her fingers tightly inside her sleeve pockets, facing the breathtaking beauty of Leng Yu Yan.

She was indeed the fairest and most delicate-skinned woman she had ever seen, truly as tender as a puff.

Observing her features, with eyes like painted pictures full of emotion, every frown and smile radiated charm, shining brightly and easily captivating the hearts of all men, even women would be subdued by her beauty.

Only today did she realize what it meant by ’there are always higher skies and people beyond oneself.’

Every shred of Leng Yu Yan’s being was filled with ultimate beauty, even the arc formed by her hair as she moved was incredibly stunning, breathtakingly so.

Yu Yinglei bit her silver teeth hard, she would not accept this!

The Heir of Tiancheng had been the man closest to her heart for many years; how could he be snatched away by the merely beautiful Leng Yu Yan?

If Leng Yu Yan wasn’t an illegitimate daughter of Prince Zhenbei, Lai Ran, how could she possibly compete with her?