On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 478: Explaining the Reason

Chapter 478: Chapter 478: Explaining the Reason

The Pavilion Master had previously collected herbs for treating eye diseases, and not many people knew about that.

Could it be that the middle-aged man before her was really sent by the Pavilion Master to fetch them?

As Chun Liu pondered this, her inquisitive gaze fell upon Ling Lang once more.

For the Crown Prince’s people to dare speak of His Highness’s secret ailment required courage. After all, such talk was greatly disrespectful, and the slightest carelessness could cost them their lives.

"The herbs for treating eye diseases, we indeed saw the Pavilion Master pick them before, and we can help gather some. As for the incurable diseases’ herbs, please forgive our inability to procure them."

With the other party’s words reaching this point, Ling Lang naturally agreed and thus spoke: "To obtain the medicine for the eye ailment is already troubling you young ladies enough!"

Chun Liu nodded, "Then take your time, we will go gather the herbs."

Ling Lang stood up, "Thank you, miss!"

Ruofeng followed suit, standing and bowing.

Leng Yu Yan had slept until the late morning before she was roused by the aroma of food.

Following the scent, she stepped out of her room and saw Song Guo directing the palace maids and eunuchs as they prepared the meal.

"The Commandery Princess is awake?" Seeing her up, Song Guo happily called out.

Leng Yu Yan hummed in response, stretched her limbs, looked around, and not seeing Ye Yiheng, she asked, "Where is His Highness?"

"His Highness is in the study," Song Guo instructed the little eunuch beside her, "Go invite His Highness, tell him the Commandery Princess is awake."

The little eunuch assented and ran off like a wisp of smoke.

Leng Yu Yan turned back to her room to freshen up.

Hearing that Leng Yu Yan was up and that the meal was ready, Ye Yiheng, leaning on Mo Chen’s arm, came over slowly.

His steps were leisurely, and as he walked, he pondered—the hand that had reached out from the covers in the morning, what was it intending to touch?

Was she really so bold?

Or did she, in fact, not wish for him to be impotent?

Should he find an opportunity to discuss this matter with her?

With these questions on his mind, he arrived in the bedroom unconsciously.

As Song Guo had just finished arranging the meal, seeing Ye Yiheng approach, he joyfully said, "Your Highness, the Commandery Princess has not dined in the Eastern Palace for a long time, and I took the liberty of adding a few dishes. What do you think?"

Ye Yiheng responded indifferently, "Where is she?"

"She’s getting ready in the guest room," Song Guo replied with a smile.

While he spoke with a grin, he took over Ye Yiheng’s arm from Mo Chen and lowered his voice: "Your Highness, it’s rare for the Commandery Princess to sleep halfway into your bed. Why did you run off so early?"

Hearing this, Ye Yiheng coughed.

Had he run off?

Suppose so.

Did he really want to run? Not at all!

Had he not been afraid of being discovered by a certain woman, would he need to run?

After all, the marriage had not yet taken place. If she called off the wedding because of this, wouldn’t all his prior restraint have been in vain?

Song Guo, unfazed, continued: "Do you want to go see the Commandery Princess, at least ask her how she slept, what do you think?"

"Since when it’s your turn to teach me how to conduct my affairs?" Ye Yiheng said coldly.

"I wouldn’t dare!" Song Guo hastily bowed his head in fear, "I just feel the Commandery Princess might be somewhat disappointed not seeing Your Highness upon waking."

At these words, Ye Yiheng pushed away Song Guo’s hand and strode toward the guest room.

Inside the guest room, Miao Zhu had finished arranging Leng Yu Yan’s hair and was holding a golden hairpin, contemplating how to place it.

Ye Yiheng suddenly spoke: "Miao Zhu, step back."

Seeing that her Commandery Princess nodded, Miao Zhu then withdrew.

Leng Yu Yan turned from the mirror to look at the handsome man who walked behind her, and on such a glance, she found him even more pleasing. She did not know where he produced a jade hairpin from, and then he pinned it in her hair.

"This morning I made this hairpin for you, do you find it to your satisfaction?"

His voice was cool, yet it carried the warmth of a spring breeze.

Leng Yu Yan examined her reflection in the mirror and smiled as she asked, "Is Your Highness explaining why you were in such a hurry to leave this morning?"

Ye Yiheng coughed lightly and said, "That’s right."

Leng Yu Yan touched the hairpin, delightedly stood up, and kissed his cheek, "Thank you, Your Highness, I really like it!"

The more he avoided her, the closer she wanted to get.

The more he evaded, the more it showed his unease, and the more it proved his vulnerability.

Ye Yiheng watched her with intense eyes, saw the slyness flash through her pupils but did not expose her, only clasping her wrist, "Let’s go, have a meal."

Leng Yu Yan nodded, "Alright."

"Any plans for this afternoon?"

"This afternoon I need to return to the Prince Mansion to interrogate Ms. Wu and her son."

He asked again, "Then how about we go to the night market together in the evening?"

Seeing that she did not react, he added, "Why don’t you want to go?"

"I want to review my studies in the evening, I promised the Sacrificial Officer to do well."

"I’ll supervise your studies."

This move confused Leng Yu Yan; wasn’t he avoiding her? And now he was suggesting they visit the night market and supervise her studies — what was he trying to do?

Puzzled, Leng Yu Yan was already pressed to sit by the dining table by Ye Yiheng.

Halfway through their meal, the gatekeeper hurried over and said to Song Guo, who was standing by, "Mr. Song, someone from the palace has arrived, asking the Crown Prince and the Commandery Princess to come to the palace for afternoon tea."

As he spoke, he presented the invitation card.

Song Guo swiped the horsetail whisk, took the invitation, and said, "Alright, you may leave now."

Once the gatekeeper left, Song Guo approached the dining table, "Your Highness, Commandery Princess, the palace has sent an invitation for both of you to attend a tea gathering. It seems to be from the Princess Consort, will Your Highness go?"

Leng Yu Yan shifted her gaze to Ye Yiheng, "Pushing back the interrogation of Ms. Wu and her son won’t matter much, given the Princess Consort’s invitation, if we don’t go, who knows what they’ll say about us."

Ye Yiheng ate at his leisure, speaking unhurriedly, "If I’m not mistaken, the Princess Consort is hosting this tea party for Ye Zhenxian."

"Ye Zhenxian?" Leng Yu Yan did not understand.

Ye Yiheng explained slowly, "The Princess Consort’s relationship with the Imperial Grandmother is fairly good, and now that the Imperial Grandmother is not here, Ye Zhenxian wishes to marry the Beiliang Princess and must seek someone of status to speak on his behalf. Consort Xian has two sons and naturally won’t help, Ye Zhenxian has no choice but to turn to the Princess Consort."

"In that case, we must go! Even to just bear witness," Leng Yu Yan finished her meal quickly.

"Do you really want to be a witness?" Ye Yiheng saw curiosity in her eyes.

"Is it that obvious on my face?" Leng Yu Yan lowered her voice, "I want to personally see Prince Xian make a fool of himself, to avenge Ah Ju! Moreover, Ye Zhenxian, I don’t feel like the grudge from the day of the flower tea has been fully settled!"

"Then let’s go." Ye Yiheng said, and turning his head, he instructed Mo Chen, "Go to the military camp in the suburb, have the Princely Heir find a time to come to the palace."

Mo Chen bowed and left to carry out the orders.

Leng Yu Yan confusedly asked, "Why call my big brother, is there something?"

Ye Yiheng smiled faintly, "You’ll know when the time comes."

Recently, her big brother had always been secretive, probably about Ye Zhenxian; Leng Yu Yan did not ask further, merely concentrating on her meal.

After the midday meal, Ye Yiheng took Leng Yu Yan to the study and brought out a tall stack of books.

"Is Your Highness planning to take the Imperial Examination with me?" Leng Yu Yan patted the books piled up like a small mountain on the table.

"Not exactly, these are all prepared for you," Ye Yiheng relaxed into a seat on one side, "I don’t need to take the Imperial Examination."

"Actually, I don’t need to look at so many books either."

The culture of five thousand years was already in her brain; she did not need to read them again.