On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince's Hidden Illness-Chapter 113 - Alone is My Husband

Chapter 113: Chapter 113 Alone is My Husband

Blind man?

Ye Yiheng’s handsome brows furrowed, a hint of coldness appearing on his face.

Though he couldn’t see her face, the drunkenness was unmistakable in her voice.

How could this woman not even see him standing before her? She wasn’t blind like him.

Ha, to drink to this extent, he really had to hand it to her.

Miao Zhu continuously gestured to Leng Yu Yan with her eyes and hints: “Miss, the Crown Prince is really here!”

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Leng Yu Yan smiled warmly: “Miao Zhu, aren’t you using him to scare me?”

Ye Yiheng: “…”

Was he that scary?

Was he meant to be used to frighten others?

“Miss, you can’t drink any more.” Miao Zhu took two steps over and took the wine cup from Leng Yu Yan’s hand, “The Crown Prince is angry, and the consequences will be dire!”

As she spoke, Miao Zhu pointed toward Ye Yiheng a few steps away: “Look, the Crown Prince is right here.”

Leng Yu Yan blinked her shimmering, beautiful eyes, already stained with the color of wine, hazy and blurred.

Following the direction of Miao Zhu’s finger, she indeed saw a tall and upright man, his eyes covered with white gauze, standing there with a stern look.

“The Crown Prince really came.” Leng Yu Yan wobbled to her feet, speaking with a mirthful tone, “Would Your Highness like to drink with us?”

“You’re drunk,” Ye Yiheng suddenly said.

Leng Yu Yan extended her index finger and shook it: “Your Highness really jests. The orange wine that the Eldest Princess gave is just like juice; it’s not intoxicating at all. Would Your Highness like to join us for a drink?”

As she spoke, she unsteadily walked over to him.

Ye Yiheng smelled a sweet scent of orange wine, as well as a faint fragrance from her.

As if possessed, he said, “Alright.”

Miao Zhu’s forehead was sweating, worried that her young lady would lose her balance and fall into the arms of the Crown Prince.

As she moved to help, she saw her young lady take back the wine cup from her hand and pour wine directly into it.

It was the very wine cup her young lady had just drunk from!

“Miss, let me bring a new cup for His Highness.”

Leng Yu Yan waved her hand: “No need, I’ve already poured the wine!”

As she spoke, she passed the wine cup to Ye Yiheng’s lips.

Song Guo remembered how her master had severe obsessive cleanliness; for instance, last time when Fan Minmin touched His Highness’s hand, he had broken the girl’s hand.

Now, if Miss Lai offered the cup she had drunk from to the Crown Prince, would he later punch Miss Lai in the mouth, or dislocate her jaw?

Thinking of this, Song Guo broke out in a cold sweat: “Your Highness, allow me to get a new cup for you. The cup in the young lady’s hand has been used by her for drinking. She’s drunk and didn’t realize it, please be a little tolerant.”

Ye Yiheng arched an eyebrow, extended his hand to clasp Leng Yu Yan’s wrist, and, following her hand, downed the orange wine in one gulp.

Miao Zhu and Song Guo were both shocked; the Crown Prince not only didn’t mind but actually drank it!

My God!

That was the cup Miss Lai had drunk from, and the Crown Prince actually drank from it!

If it was said that the Crown Prince couldn’t see, but they had made it very clear in their words that the cup was used by the young lady. Yet the Crown Prince really didn’t care!

Miao Zhu was stunned.

Song Guo also broke out in a sweat down her back, fearing that in a moment, the Crown Prince’s cleanliness obsession would flare up.

Right then, Leng Yu Yan picked up the wine jug again.

“The Crown Prince is really giving face!” She laughed cheerfully, pouring another cup, “I’ll have another drink myself.”

With that, she tilted her head back and finished the wine in the cup.

The cup he had drunk from, she drank from again.

Hearing this, Ye Yiheng’s eyebrows imperceptibly twitched, and the corners of his mouth lifted almost imperceptibly.

And then, causing Miao Zhu and Song Guo to sweat anew, Leng Yu Yan poured another cup of wine, extending it directly to Ye Yiheng’s lips.

“Your Highness, does this count as happily sharing a drink together?”

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Ye Yiheng softly “hmm”ed in agreement, took the wine cup from her hand, and drank again.

This back and forth continued until the jug of wine was drained by the two of them.

Leng Yu Yan tilted the jug, failing to pour more, opened the lid to check, and pouted, “Miao Zhu, the wine is gone, bring another jug.”

Miao Zhu frowned, “Miss, you really shouldn’t drink anymore.”

Leng Yu Yan narrowed her eyes, patted her head with one hand, and propped herself up on the table with the other, her gaze becoming hazy as she looked towards Ye Yiheng, who was not far from her.

Then she staggered over to him and looked up.

“Miss!” Miao Zhu quickly reached out to help, fearing her own miss would truly fall into the Crown Prince’s arms.

But unexpectedly, Leng Yu Yan pushed her hand away.

“Don’t hold me, I’m not drunk.” She lifted her gaze and touched Ye Yiheng’s face with her hand, “You’re so handsome, could you be my husband?”

The hand Ye Yiheng kept behind him clenched into a fist.

Her hand was soft and boneless, full of warmth and fragrance, as though it were teasing his heart.

Did this woman know what she was doing?

And she even asked if he was her husband?

Ye Yiheng’s stern face grew even more austere.

Suddenly, the pressure in the study plummeted.

Miao Zhu’s heart pounded, oh no, her young mistress was once again confusing dreams with reality.

Only in dreams were they husband and wife.

Miao Zhu was shocked that the Crown Prince did not push her mistress away, almost dropping her jaw to the floor.

But knowing the Crown Prince’s grim nature, her mistress had nearly kissed him before and was disdainfully tossed from the bed to the floor; although he hadn’t pushed her away this time, Miao Zhu still feared what might happen and so glanced towards Song Guo helplessly.

Song Guo shook her head, signaling her to stay calm.

The two maids held their breath, watching the two masters, fearing some irreparable incident would occur.

Just as they thought the Crown Prince would do something cold and grim, a voice that sounded like music from the heavens came.

“Yes, I am your husband.”

Leng Yu Yan smiled, her laugh pleasing to the ear.

Today, the sun had risen from the west—he was actually being gentle.

Knowing he would only be with her when he wanted something from her, yet today he had actually shared a drink with her.

Leng Yu Yan scratched at his chest with her fingers, speaking sweetly, “I am tired, husband, would you hold me and take me to sleep?”

Ye Yiheng stiffened all over, his spine rigid.

Did she know that by causally scratching a man’s chest, what might occur?

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At the entrance of Prime Minister Zheng’s Mansion.

Zheng Liqi alighted from the horse carriage and walked into the mansion.

Her steps were anxious, causing her maid to ask in confusion, “Miss, is there some urgent matter?”

Her mistress was normally composed, never like this.

“I need to go look in the mirror and see where I fall short compared to that ugly girl.”

Just now at the Eastern Palace, the Crown Prince said nothing, but the moment that ugly girl returned, he used an excuse to go back to his bedroom.

Did she not know that he was eager to seek out the ugly girl?

She, the legitimate daughter of the Left Minister, how could she be inferior to Marquis Ningyuan’s ugly legitimate daughter?

Her father was the Left Minister, and the ugly girl’s father was nothing more than Marquis Dingyuan with little real power.

How could she not be chosen as the Crown Princess Consort?

The maid quickly reassured, “Has the miss forgotten that the Crown Prince is frail? Surely it is because of this that the Crown Prince does not wish to burden the miss.”

Hearing this, Zheng Liqi slowed her pace.

But in the past when the Crown Prince was healthy, she was the default choice for Crown Princess Consort.

The current situation left her feeling quite aggrieved.