On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 498: Enticing Incubus

Chapter 498: Chapter 498: Enticing Incubus

That night, everyone at Marquis Ningyuan’s Mansion heard screams echoing one after another.

The sound seemed to be coming from Lai Manting’s courtyard, yet no one dared to investigate what was happening.

--

Deep into the night, under a bright moon and sparse stars.

Seeing Ye Yiheng planning to spend the night at the Prince Mansion, Leng Yu Yan felt somewhat uneasy.

Although she had finished washing up and it was time to go to bed, she was still sitting by the window in her outer robe, reading a book. Ye Yiheng’s eyebrows slightly furrowed as he walked over slowly, "Aren’t you sleeping yet?"

"Mmm, my brothers are all military generals and don’t have to take the Imperial Examination. The Prince Zhenbei Mansion has never had anyone participate in the examination, so many people say that Prince Zhenbei Mansion only produces martial artists. Now that I have a chance to change the public’s opinion, I should study harder," she said.

Leng Yu Yan’s gaze stayed on the book, not looking at the person beside her.

"But you once said that there’s no need to read so many books," he said, puzzled.

"Now that I’m reviewing my lessons, I’ve realized there are many commentaries that I need to read for this... era, so I need to read more," she replied.

She slowly turned a page to alleviate the awkwardness of her near slip of the tongue.

Ye Yiheng sat down beside her, "Yanyan, your words are quite odd."

"How are they odd?" Leng Yu Yan asked, looking down.

She had almost blurted out "ancient times," and if he had heard that, wouldn’t he have pressed her for answers?

"This era?" Ye Yiheng murmured, repeating what she had just said.

Leng Yu Yan forced a smile at him, "This era indeed has a lot. The commentaries from before this era are even more numerous, so I need to study harder."

"Oh."

It was Ye Yiheng’s turn to lower his gaze in contemplation.

Leng Yu Yan pinched the book and asked quietly, "Your Highness, do you want to talk to me about hiding the Pavilion Master’s identity?"

Ye Yiheng spoke candidly, "That day at Linqing Pavilion, I had a strange feeling, especially when I saw the girl riding a horse in the landscape painting..."

"So Your Highness giving me the red hair ribbon was a reminder that you had already realized," Leng Yu Yan suddenly laughed.

She put down the book and pushed open the window, "Your Highness, please return to the Eastern Palace. Hiding one’s identity is wrong, but Your Highness also understands there’s a reason for it. If Your Highness believes our cooperation lacks sincerity, then you can call it off in time."

Ye Yiheng was shocked and then couldn’t help but laugh, "Are you opening the window for me to leave through it?"

"What else? You always like to leap through the window in the middle of the night, coming and going," she retorted.

He pointed at his nightclothes, "You want me to leap out like this?"

Leng Yu Yan took his clothes from the wooden rack and stuffed them into his arms, "Then get dressed first before you leave."

Ye Yiheng tossed the clothes back onto the rack. Then he caught her wrist, pulled her into his arms, and made her sit on his lap.

With only his nightclothes on, and just a thin layer of fabric between them, the contours of his muscular legs made her feel quite uncomfortable.

"I need to study," she said.

Her voice carried a light shyness and a hint of annoyance.

"You’ve been looking at it for quite a while; that’s enough," Ye Yiheng tightened his grip around her waist, turning her toward him so that he could clearly see into her eyes, "It’s time to look at me."

His voice in the serene quiet of the night was particularly rogue, as if soaked with aged fine wine, intoxicating to listen to.

"I don’t want to look."

She looked down, her long lashes fluttering, staunchly avoiding his gaze.

This man has a way of seducing people; as long as she doesn’t meet his eyes, she won’t be swallowed up by his gaze, losing her composure.

Why does the world say that she is the one seducing the Crown Prince instead of the Crown Prince seducing her?

It’s truly unfair!

In the relations between men and women, can’t it be the man enticing the woman?

Just like the man before her now, like a seductive male sprite!

"I’ve said that our cooperation will continue no matter what," he said, lifting her chin and turning her face toward him, "Forget about the nonsense I spoke before."

"During this time, after confirming that you are indeed the Divine Doctor I sought after in vain, I felt lost because I didn’t know how much I meant to you."

"But today, I suddenly realized that although you didn’t reveal your identity, you have been treating my cold disease and eye condition."

"Yanyan, having you by my side brings me great comfort!"

Leng Yu Yan’s chin was held by him, turning her face toward his, yet she kept her gaze lowered.

Although she wasn’t looking into his eyes, her sight still easily caught a glimpse of his strong waist pressing against his sleeping robe.

For no apparent reason, her throat felt itchy...

She couldn’t help coughing and said, "I understand, Your Highness, can you let go of me now?"

It was too uncomfortable.

Her body was tense, fearing that with a bit more force, he would pull her close.

Although she was wearing an overcoat, underneath was just her sleeping garment.

"These past few days I haven’t come to see you, that was my mistake," he spoke again, "You mustn’t think that I wanted to neglect you?"

"Whoever Your Highness likes or neglects, it’s all your prerogative," she said, straightening her body trying to distance herself from him.

But how far could she really get?

She was ultimately sitting on his legs.

"As I was saying earlier, I’ve been considering how much I mean to you," Ye Yiheng’s fingers involuntarily caressed her face, "Yanyan, can you tell me, what I truly am in your heart..."

Before he could finish, she hastily interrupted, "I won’t tell you!"

Her voice was crisp, tinged with shyness.

"Hmm?"

He dragged out the word, and before Leng Yu Yan could discern the implication in his tone, his cool lips covered hers.

At the instant their lips touched, Leng Yu Yan’s eyes widened in shock.

"Uh, you..."

"Be good, close your eyes."

--

Outside the room, two people stood in the corridor.

Both looked at the projected shadows in the window, revealing joyful smiles.

Song Guo took a long breath of relief: "The Crown Prince and the Commandery Princess have finally reconciled!"

"Ah?" Miao Zhu asked, "Did the Crown Prince and the Commandery Princess have a fight? How come I didn’t know?"

She only knew that the Crown Prince hadn’t appeared before the Commandery Princess for several days.

Song Guo replied, "They didn’t fight. It’s just after finding out that the Commandery Princess is the Divine Doctor, the Crown Prince has been feeling quite conflicted."

"Oh, speaking of which, it was the Crown Prince’s fault, wasn’t it? Why did he send Mr. Ling and Ruofeng to the Linqing Pavilion like that? Do the Crown Prince and the Commandery Princess still trust each other? My mistress will tell the Crown Prince when the time is right if she wants to," Miao Zhu chided.

In a low voice, Song Guo explained, "The Crown Prince’s eyes have been uncomfortable these days; he didn’t want me to tell the Commandery Princess. He only used the herbs brought back from the Linqing Pavilion of Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter, hoping to relieve the symptoms of his eye condition."

"Since he already knows that the Commandery Princess is the Divine Doctor, he should have just talked to her directly."

"That’s not quite how it is. The Crown Prince is in a complex mood; he has always been contemplating what weight he holds in the heart of the Commandery Princess."

Miao Zhu frowned, then suddenly exclaimed, "If the Crown Prince is like this, could it be that he has fallen in love with my mistress?"

Song Guo quickly asked, "What makes you say that?"

"Only when one is in love does one become fearful of gains and losses, try to infer the other’s opinion from trivial matters, and constantly worry about disappointing the other."

Hearing this, Song Guo gave a thumbs up, "Miao Zhu, you are amazing!"

Miao Zhu smiled sheepishly, "I’m just guessing, after all, I have no experience."