On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 491: Is Superfluous

Chapter 491: Chapter 491: Is Superfluous

"I’m fine," Leng Yu Yan called out from behind the door, "The Pavilion Master’s identity must remain a secret, make sure to relay this to Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter. Since they have come, let them stay, I am indeed short-handed right now."

At this moment, Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter were discreetly following behind Miao Zhu. Hearing the Pavilion Master say this, they felt even more guilty.

Miao Zhu then asked, "Does the Commandery Princess want to send any messages to the Eastern Palace?"

"No need," the voice of Leng Yu Yan came again.

In her eyes, since Ye Yiheng wished to distance himself from her, she saw no need to impose herself upon him.

After all, she had not disclosed to him her identity as the Pavilion Master, but she had treated his eye and cold diseases.

Perhaps in his view, her failure to reveal her identity was her mistake, and there was no need to continue their cooperation.

In that case, let nature take its course in their relationship.

In the afternoon, someone from the Marquis Jiangyang Mansion came with a message that the Eldest Princess was suffering from severe itching in her hands and wished for the Commandery Princess to take a look.

Leng Yu Yan thus left the study and instructed Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter to stay well within the mansion, taking only Miao Zhu and Xiaoshan with her to the Marquis Jiangyang Mansion.

Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter nodded in agreement.

Many scions of noble families in the capital city had visited the Linqing Pavilion seeking the Divine Doctor, consequently, many people had seen them.

Should they go out with their current appearances, they might run into some "acquaintances."

Previously, two of them had worn Human Skin Masks when they came to the capital city for tasks.

It seemed if they wished to leave the house, they would need the Commandery Princess to create some Human Skin Masks for them.

It was only after Leng Yu Yan had left the Prince Mansion that she realized Ji Qingyu had come to fetch her personally.

"Ah Yan, please get in the carriage!"

Ji Qingyu jumped down from the horse carriage and gestured with his hand invitingly.

Leng Yu Yan spoke indifferently, "I can take my own carriage."

Better to keep some distance from him.

Xiaoshan drove the carriage next to Leng Yu Yan, quickly dismounted, and extended his arm, "Commandery Princess, please take care!"

Leng Yu Yan replied, "Alright."

With a light touch on Xiaoshan’s arm, she boarded the carriage.

This scene made Ji Qingyu feel rather unpleasant inside. She would rather lean on the arm of the white-haired oddity than ride in his carriage.

Xiaoshan then raised his arm to Miao Zhu, who also used it for support.

Once both the servant and mistress were seated securely, Xiaoshan sprightly jumped to the driver’s seat and turned his head to Ji Qingyu, "Does Prince Qing fancy a contest to see who has better driving skills?"

Ji Qingyu snorted, "Do you think you’re worthy to compare with me?"

Xiaoshan raised an eyebrow, cracked the whip, and the carriage sped off.

Ji Qingyu slapped the carriage, nearly roaring at Leng Song, "Go faster!"

Leng Song nodded, "My lord, in my humble opinion, the Commandery Princess seems to value this white-haired young man. If you seek to improve your rapport with the Commandery Princess, why not show a friendly face to those by her side?"

"Just drive faster, what’s with all this prattle?" Ji Qingyu rebuked.

Though he said this, he couldn’t help thinking, was this why he lost to Ye Yiheng?

He recalled how Ye Yiheng seemed to be politely courteous towards the white-haired youth, could it be because of this?

The two carriages raced each other to the Marquis Jiangyang Mansion, arriving swiftly.

Inside the Marquis Mansion, Ye Yuan had been waiting.

Seeing Leng Yu Yan arrive, she hurriedly greeted, "Ah Yan is here!"

"By my reckoning, it has been almost time for aunt to get her stitches taken out."

As she spoke, Leng Yu Yan instructed Xiaoshan to place the medical kit properly and commanded Miao Zhu to organize the tools.

Ye Yuan said, "These past few days, even though the bandages have been changed daily, and I’ve seen the separated fingers a few times, I’m still very much looking forward to seeing them after the stitches are removed."

"The stitches were sewn closely, so once removed, they should look quite a bit better than what aunt has seen."

Leng Yu Yan began washing her hands and then took the tools.

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These past few days, the Hidden Guard who kept a distant watch over Leng Yu Yan returned to the Eastern Palace.

The leader bowed with fists clasped and reported, "Your Highness, the Commandery Princess went to Marquis Jiangyang Mansion; it was Prince Qing who personally came to pick her up..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Yiheng’s aura turned ice-cold in an instant.

Having not seen her for several days, today he unexpectedly heard the news of her meeting with Ji Qingyu, which made him quite jealous.

Seeing the frosty expression arise on his own master’s face, Song Guo quickly signaled to the Hidden Guard with his eyes.

The Hidden Guard understood and hurriedly added, "However, the Commandery Princess did not ride in Prince Qing’s horse carriage, but it was that guard named Xiaoshan who drove the carriage from the Prince Mansion to Marquis Jiangyang Mansion."

Song Guo put on a smile and said, "Your Highness, listen, the Commandery Princess did go to Marquis Jiangyang Mansion, but her intention wasn’t Prince Qing."

Ye Yiheng raised his eyebrow, calculating the days, the Imperial Aunt’s hand should have its stitches removed.

But even if Leng Yu Yan was going to see Ye Yuan, he still couldn’t feel at ease.

This Imperial Aunt had her heart set on Leng Yu Yan becoming her daughter-in-law; recalling this, Ye Yiheng abruptly stood up, "To Marquis Jiangyang Mansion."

By the time Ye Yiheng set off for Marquis Jiangyang Mansion and was halfway there, Leng Yu Yan had already finished removing the stitches from Ye Yuan’s hand and applied an ointment.

Leng Yu Yan pointed at the scars on Ye Yuan’s hand, "I deliberately sewed the scars on the inside of the fingers so that the back of the hand would look somewhat better."

Ye Yuan was very satisfied with the current condition of her hand, "Ah Yan, thank you so much!"

Ji Qingyu suddenly asked, "Is there a way to remove the scars on the hand?"

Leng Yu Yan shook her head, "I already used the beauty needle technique when sewing, which will largely minimize the appearance of stitch scars. However, the other scars on the hand are from wounds aunt received years ago; those cannot be removed."

"Are you saying that old scars cannot be eliminated?" Ji Qingyu frowned.

"Qingyu, shut up!" Ye Yuan glared at her son and then turned to Leng Yu Yan with a smile, "Ah Yan, I’m already very pleased."

Leng Yu Yan explained, "These scars have already turned into keloids and have penetrated deep into the skin tissue, so they’re quite difficult to treat. At this point, it is important to move the hand daily to restore its function as soon as possible—that’s what’s important."

Ye Yuan nodded repeatedly, "Ah Yan is right! Qingyu, this outsider, just babbles on – don’t mind him, Ah Yan!"

Leng Yu Yan replied with a light smile, "I won’t mind."

At that moment, Ji Liancheng spoke up, "Ah Yan, when will your father king and mother arrive at the capital?"

Leng Yu Yan answered, "There are still some days left, Beilan City is too far from the capital, it’ll take at least a month on the road."

Moreover, considering the time it took for Ye Yiheng’s men to go out, from the moment Jian Lecheng set out until the father king and mother arrive at the capital, it would take at least two months total.

Ye Yuan asked Ji Liancheng, "Husband, why do you ask this?"

Ji Liancheng laughed heartily, "Have you forgotten that we need to seek Prince Zhenbei’s agreement to make Ah Yan our adopted daughter?"

Ye Yuan, realizing the intent, affectionately linked arms with Leng Yu Yan, "Look at me, forgetting such a matter. Ah Yan, you’ve helped me again today, stay for dinner."

Leng Yu Yan glanced at Ji Qingyu and then said to Ye Yuan, "No, aunt."

Ye Yuan glared at her own son, and then gently spoke to Leng Yu Yan, "If you don’t want to see this fellow, we can kick him out tonight and just the three of us will dine."

Ji Liancheng also said, "Right, just the three of us will eat. Qingyu, that lad, runs his own tavern anyway; let him go to his tavern."

Ji Qingyu frowned deeply – was he really superfluous?

Was he truly the biological child of his parents?