On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince's Hidden Illness-Chapter 246 - Bite You Again If You Move

Chapter 246: Chapter 246 Bite You Again If You Move

Ye Yiheng shook his head slightly, “For me to plead on his behalf would be too fake.”

He had always been emotionally detached, and furthermore, among the brothers of the Tian Family, how many truly harbored genuine feelings for one another?

“Then who should go?” Leng Yu Yan asked with a furrowed brow.

“Ah Ju will go.”

Uttering those three words from his thin lips, Ye Yiheng continued to walk forward on his own.

Leng Yu Yan caught up to him, “Why should the Ninth Princess go? Is she close to Prince Xian?”

A faint mockery played around Ye Yiheng’s lips, “How many siblings from the Tian Family can genuinely claim to have good relations?”

“Then why do you suggest that the Ninth Princess should be the one to go?”

Ye Yiheng took a seat on a bench by the lake, gesturing for her to sit with a raise of his hand.

Leng Yu Yan sat down without any hesitation or coyness.

“I will tell you a story. After you hear it, you’ll understand.”

“There was a powerful family. When their son came of age, his mother chose a wife for him from her own family’s nieces, and his father chose a wife from a prestigious clan. By birthright, the wife chosen by his father was the principal wife, while his mother’s choice could only take the status of a noble concubine.”

“This noble concubine proved to be fertile, giving birth to two sons in succession.”

“Unfortunately, as these two boys grew up, both turned out to be lascivious.”

Leng Yu Yan gasped as if privy to some scandalous secret, covering her mouth in shock, “These two boys, are they not the Eldest Prince and the Second Prince?”

Ye Yiheng’s narrative had clearly defined the characters: the son was the Emperor, his mother the Empress Dowager, and his father the late Emperor. The principal wife was the Empress, and the noble concubine was the Imperial Concubine.

The Imperial Concubine was the mother of the Eldest and Second Princes.

Prince Xian was widely known for his licentiousness in the capital city.

The Eldest Prince had passed away a few years earlier—could he have also been lascivious?

As if reading the doubts in her mind, Ye Yiheng continued in an indifferent tone, “When the eldest grew up, he took a fancy to one of the old man’s women. By chance, Ah Ju caught them in an act of impropriety and, in her panic, fell from the loft…”

Leng Yu Yan furrowed her brows, “The Ninth Princess broke her leg because she walked in on them…”

Ye Yiheng relayed the information calmly, “The eldest and that woman even discussed how to poison the old man. When the old man found out, in a fit of rage, he sent them both to their graves. Hence, among the many daughters he had, Ah Ju was his favorite.”

“Later on, the old man heard from somewhere that the eldest was seduced by that woman’s trickery, but by then, it was too late for any thorough inquiry; he lived to regret it.”

“Now, sending Ah Ju to plead with the old man—considering that the Old Second and the eldest were born to the same mother—he is bound to release him.”

Leng Yu Yan nodded repeatedly, “I understand now.”

The Emperor felt some guilt towards the Eldest Prince, a sentiment that transferred to the Second Prince.

As for the Empress Dowager, since she was the aunt of the Imperial Concubine, that connection assured that she would surely protect Prince Xian.

Then she asked another question, “What if the eldest really did intend to harm the old man?”

“Who knows? The old man’s thoughts are inscrutable, and since the person involved is gone, he will believe what he wants to believe.”

A gust of wind blew past, and Ye Yiheng brushed off non-existent dust from his clothes before standing up.

Leng Yu Yan followed suit, standing as well.

Side by side, they returned to the study.

Upon their return to the study, as they were discussing how to broach the subject with Ye Jiu, Mo Chen arrived to report.

Seeing that Leng Yu Yan was still present, Mo Chen whispered something into Ye Yiheng’s ear.

Upon hearing this, Ye Yiheng waved a hand dismissively, “You may leave.”

Mo Chen bowed, taking a few steps back before quickly making his exit.

Curiosity piqued by their secrecy, Leng Yu Yan inquired, “Your Highness, what has happened?”

Ye Yiheng looked at her dispassionately, his voice crisp, “Ji Qingyu has taken a liking to you.”

What Mo Chen had just reported was that the Emperor planned to arrange a marriage between Leng Yu Yan and Ji Qingyu. Far from refusing, Ji Qingyu accepted the proposal with delight and inquired about when the decree would be issued.

The old man was really getting more and more impatient.

“This is impossible!” Leng Yu Yan said excitedly, rising from her chair.

Ye Yiheng gave a cold smile, “Nothing is impossible, neither of us is married.”

“I don’t know where Your Highness got this news, but I indeed rejected him long ago.” Leng Yu Yan’s urgency grew as she spoke, “Does Your Highness still remember the time Qingyu kidnapped me? He confessed then, and I rejected him.”

“I also made it clear to him that we could only be very good friends, and he agreed.”

Ye Yiheng felt a dryness in his throat, “You call him Qingyu, Leng Yu Yan, but you were the one who actively wanted to marry me.”

Leng Yu Yan’s brows furrowed tightly, “He and I are friends. If I called him by his full name, it wouldn’t feel like we’re friends.”

Ye Yiheng also stood up from his chair and walked slowly to her, “Yet when you address me by my name, you use both name and title.”

Seeing him advancing step by step, Leng Yu Yan retreated repeatedly and said somewhat bluntly in her urgency, “Even if we do get married, it will be a contract marriage with no love involved.”

Hearing this, Ye Yiheng’s hands clenched behind his back, and his gaze towards her deepened.

“Has the Commandery Princess forgotten what I said?”

For some reason, she felt a bit flustered, “What did you say?”

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Her spoken words trembled slightly.

At that moment, she had nowhere to retreat to, and with half a step her back hit the wall.

Ye Yiheng stretched out his hand behind her, cushioning her back against the wall with the palm of his hand.

A soft thud echoed, and Leng Yu Yan looked complexly at the man before her.

Why was he pressing her like this, and yet protecting her as well? It was such a contradiction.

As she struggled to understand, he leaned down slightly, brought his lips close to her ear, and murmured, “After getting married, what should a husband and wife do?”

Leng Yu Yan was a bit stunned, “What should we do? Didn’t we agree it had nothing to do with love?”

“How did I phrase it at the time, Commandery Princess? Have you forgotten?” Ye Yiheng asked and answered himself, “I said I am not a good man.”

Hearing this, Leng Yu Yan bit her lip.

She understood what he meant by not being a good man.

“But, this has nothing to do with Ji Qingyu!”

We were just talking about her relationship with Ji Qingyu, so why drag their relationship into it now?

Ye Yiheng gave a cold smile.

“It doesn’t have to do with him, this is a matter between the Commandery Princess and me. If the Princess doesn’t know, she could always ask Princess Zhenbei or the Old Princess Consort.”

“If they are unwilling to tell the Commandery Princess, the palace will assign an experienced nanny to instruct you.”

“Instruct?” Leng Yu Yan couldn’t keep up with his train of thought, “Instruct on what?”

Ye Yiheng’s phoenix eyes darkened as he looked at her, his voice mocking, “How to serve a man. Aren’t you clever enough to understand, Commandery Princess?”

Leng Yu Yan finally caught on, probably her remarks about their marriage being a contract and unrelated to love had annoyed him.

But that was indeed what she had said before…

Alright, she conceded defeat, for he had indeed said some provocative and heart-fluttering words at the time.

Summoning her courage from who knows where, she pushed him, “Ye Yiheng, I regret it, I don’t want to get married!”

“Hm?” He drew out the sound, looking down at her, “For calling my name directly, what should be the crime?”

She met his gaze without fear and countered, “What crime?”

Ye Yiheng pinched her delicately small chin with two fingers, his throat tightening, ready to kiss her tender lips.

But remembering that kissing her lips would trigger his cold disease, he changed his target, pressing a kiss to her slender neck instead.

Leng Yu Yan’s mind exploded at the contact, and she quickly struggled.

“Don’t move!” he said in a deep voice, “Move again, and I will bite you!”