On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince's Hidden Illness Chapter 167: 167: Imprisoning Her

Chapter 167: Chapter 167: Imprisoning Her

Knowing what her grandmother was thinking, Zhang Yung agreed on the spot.

The next day, Zhang Yung took Leng Yu Yan to the tea house.

In the tea house, the storyteller on stage spoke with great enthusiasm, while many in the audience also engaged in lively conversation.

The sisters had just found a private room on the second floor and sat down when Leng Yu Yan was drawn to the discussions happening below.

“In our Jiangzhou, two important figures have arrived.”

“Which two?”

“One is the Crown Prince from Tiancheng, and the other is Prince Qing. Both are handso and carry an impressive aura. Not only do they look dashing, but they’re also highly intelligent. In just a few days, they’ve managed to effectively address the waterlogging outside Jiangzhou City.”

Another person at a different table said, “Now that you ntion it, I recall sothing.”

“What is it?”

“The Emperor personally annulled the Crown Prince’s marital engagent. The forr Crown Prince Consort-to-be chased him all the way to Jiangzhou from the capital in an attempt to salvage the engagent.”

Soone praised, “It’s a long journey from the capital to Jiangzhou. That young lady has quite so determination; it seems she truly loves the Crown Prince.”

The person from before shook a finger, “You’ve got it wrong. So say the young lady is vain and eager to climb the social ladder. After all, she was born out of her mother’s affair. If she loses the title of Crown Prince Consort-to-be, her life will beco difficult!”

The crowd sighed, “So, that’s the story.”

Suddenly, soone spoke up, “Do you know whose granddaughter she is? The Zhang Family’s.”

There was laughter, “A granddaughter born to one’s daughter must be one’s own flesh and blood, but a granddaughter might not necessarily be so.”

“Explain, explain.”

The person laughed even more exaggeratedly, “A granddaughter born to a daughter is indeed related by blood to her maternal family. But a granddaughter— if the daughter-in-law cuckolds her mother-in-law, then that granddaughter would be false.”

Soone then realized, “Just like Lady Leng; to the Zhang Family, she is a true-blooded granddaughter, but to the Leng Family in the capital city, she is a false granddaughter!”

Zhang Yung never expected such fabrications, and seeing Leng Yu Yan seemingly holding back sothing, she quickly advised, “Cousin, don’t take these wagging tongues to heart. Let’s not listen to the storyteller anymore. How about a walk by the river?”

Leng Yu Yan shook her head, “I want to hear what else they will say.”

The conversation downstairs continued, “If I were more handso, I would seek to propose to the Zhang Family.”

Another asked, “What, you’ve taken a fancy to Zhang Family’s granddaughter?”

“They say the young lady is extraordinarily beautiful. Since the Crown Prince doesn’t like her, doesn’t that an the young n of Jiangzhou all have a chance?”

A woman raised her voice in ridicule, “Now nobody minds her background? You were all so aggressive about it earlier.”

“That auntie is misinford. We’re not scholars obsessed with status and rank; why bother with such an intangible thing?”

Many young n nodded in agreent.

Many young won, however, shook their heads.

They had heard that the Crown Prince and Prince Qing were exceptionally handso and dashing and couldn’t help but entertain so thoughts.

The Zhang Family’s granddaughter no longer had any chance of becoming the Crown Princess Consort, but they, with their untarnished backgrounds—if chosen—might just succeed.

Even becoming a consort or a concubine to the Crown Prince or Prince Qing would be an accomplishnt, far better than staying in the small confines of Jiangzhou.

At this mont, a Lin Family servant rushed breathlessly into the private room and said to Zhang Yung, “Young Mistress, the horse carriages of Mr. Lin and Second Young Master Lin collided at the crossroads and overturned.”

“Don’t speak recklessly!” Zhang Yung’s face blushed, and thinking about the Lin brothers’ condition, she asked urgently, “Where are they now?”

Mr. Lin was Zhang Yung’s future husband, and Second Young Master Lin would be her brother-in-law.

Today, Zhang Yung had hoped to introduce Second Young Master Lin to Leng Yu Yan, but hadn’t expected an accident to occur.

“They are now in the physician’s clinic and cannot co to the tea house,” the Lin Family servant said, gasping for breath. “Mr. Lin sent to inform the Young Mistress.”

During this exchange, the Lin Family servant glanced at the young woman beside Zhang Yung.

Such a beautiful girl—if she truly married into their family as Second Young Master Lin’s wife, it would be his good fortune.

It was indeed a day not wasted, as the young master took a tumble in the horse carriage.

With everyone entering the dical hall, Zhang Yung was in a panic, turning around to speak to Leng Yu Yan, “Cousin, have a seat here, I’ll go have a look.”

Leng Yu Yan stood up, “I’ll go with you.”

The elder cousin had yet to marry into his family, but was already being called Young Mistress by his servants, which showed the depth of their affection. If she went along, she could help with the examination.

Zhang Yung pondered, although the Lin brothers were quite handso, the carriage accident could have left them in a disheveled state with possible injuries. If at that ti her cousin disliked what she saw, the arranged eting would be a failure.

Moreover, there was no precedence for holding a eting in a dical hall.

Thus, Zhang Yung declined, “You needn’t go to the dical hall. You listen to the storytelling here, I’ll be back shortly.”

The carriage had already slowed down at the fork in the road, so the accident wouldn’t have caused severe injuries – any common dical hall could handle it. Besides, since the Lin brothers were outsiders by relation, Leng Yu Yan didn’t insist further.

Zhang Yung left the tea house along with the Lin family servant.

The storytelling on stage was terribly dull, so the audience below started discussing other topics.

Leng Yu Yan was fingering her slender digits when suddenly she heard Miao Zhu let out a muffled cry behind her; she swiftly turned her head.

To her surprise, her wrist was seized by a cold hand, while Miao Zhu’s mouth was covered by Mo Chen.

Leng Yu Yan raised her eyes to glare at Ye Yiheng, who had grabbed her wrist.

If she believed this man didn’t have soone watching her, she’d be skeptical.

“Co with .”

“I won’t,” Leng Yu Yan looked away, angrily retorting, “If Your Highness doesn’t let go, I will call for help!”

Ye Yiheng emotionlessly leaned close to her ear, “You wouldn’t want to beco the center of attention in the tea house, would you?”

The madman acted in an eccentric and paranoid manner, prone to caprice. Given the crowd downstairs, it was uncertain what he might do.

Leng Yu Yan bit her lip and asked, “What do you want?”

“To talk,” the man uttered three words from his thin lips, leading her by the wrist downstairs.

Instantly, everyone in the tea house turned their attention to them.

Upon seeing the tall, handso figure obscured by a white veil, people quickly recognized him as the present Crown Prince.

The storyteller was quick to act, imdiately kneeling down and bowing his head, “This humble subject pays respects to Crown Prince Your Highness!”

The listeners regained their senses and knelt one after another, chanting in unison, “We pay respects to Crown Prince Your Highness!”

Ye Yiheng didn’t look back and continued to lead Leng Yu Yan outside. As they stepped over the threshold, he said indifferently, “Rise.”

That aura, that sense of oppression, left the crowd astonished, and they all sighed in admiration, finally having seen him in person.

The young won one after another fell smitten, craning their necks by the window to watch the Prince’s figure recede into the distance.

Leng Yu Yan was taken onto the horse carriage by Ye Yiheng, which sped off towards the riverbank.

Jiangzhou City was small; within the ti it took to drink just one cup of tea, they’d reached the riverside.

Upon disembarking, Leng Yu Yan tried to make a getaway while he was unprepared.

Unexpectedly, before she could take two steps, her waist was clasped by his grip.

The man’s large hand forcefully pressed her against the trunk of a tree next to the horse carriage.

He restrained her easily with just one hand.

Leng Yu Yan struggled but couldn’t break free; the more she struggled, the tighter he held.

His other hand even pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him.

Ye Yiheng narrowed his eyes, “Have you agreed to be with Ji Qingyu?”

His voice was sharp, tinged with a dangerous tone.