On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince's Hidden Illness Chapter 258: 258 Delirious Exhortation

Chapter 258: Chapter 258 Delirious Exhortation

Her lips, which had grown increasingly delicate and rosy from being fed dicine, gently pursed as she gazed at him with blurred, beautiful eyes. After a mont, she shook her head.

“I don’t want to take the dicine. It’s bitter!”

Ye Yiheng chuckled briefly, realizing that soone entranced by an illusion and a drunkard shared a similar kind of confusion. He had clearly asked if she wanted another… kiss, yet she had heard it as a request for dicine.

His gaze darkened at once, and he lowered his eyelashes, savoring the fleeting fragrance and softness of her touch.

“Don’t laugh!”

She muttered discontentedly, pressing her feverishly hot palm against the cool skin of his neck.

A tempestuous wave suddenly rose in the depths of Ye Yiheng’s sea-like phoenix eyes.

Grasping her restless hand with his large palm, he took her delicate chin with the other, just as he was about to cover her lips with his…

The girl in front of him tilted her head and leaned directly against his chest.

The sound of her shallow, even breathing filled the air. This woman had actually fallen asleep!

Ye Yiheng pressed his thumb against his temple, reflecting that Ling Lang’s detoxification ability was weak, and his dical skills were barely minimal, yet the calming and sleep-inducing dicine he prescribed was quite effective.

Impressive, truly nifty!

He sighed softly, slid his hand beneath Leng Yu Yan’s knees, and lifted her horizontally.

The sturdy figure with wide shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs held her tender and delicate body as they exited the bath.

Ripples spread in the bath, spilling water noisily all over the edge.

The person in his arms was still burning hot, searching incessantly for a cool spot to nestle against in his embrace, moving every ti a place grew warm.

Not only that, her two little hands were also busy, caressing him back and forth without stopping.

Ye Yiheng looked down at her, his gaze traveling over her drenched clothes clinging to her exquisitely shaped body, eventually resting on the rise and fall of her chest with each breath.

His eyes suddenly turned dark and gloomy.

He savored the thought for a long while, the touch still seemingly present in his palm.

The sky outside was already bright.

Ye Yiheng carried Leng Yu Yan back to her side room, summoning palace maids to attend to her and help her change into dry clothing, only then finding the ti to change his own.

Ling Lang waited outside the bedroom, fearful that passing by the bath would trigger another onset of the Crown Prince’s cold disease.

Once Ye Yiheng erged from the bedroom, fresh and crisp, Ling Lang imdiately went forward to take his pulse.

“Your Highness, the poison in your body is circulating faster. If this continues, it will endanger your life,” Ling Lang said, frowning worriedly. “Next ti you need to administer dicine, I suggest trying a different thod.”

Song Guo gave Ling Lang a displeased glare, “The doctor doesn’t have much skill in healing, only suggestions. Now, give so advice on what Your Highness should do right now.”

Ling Lang, with downcast eyes, replied, “Change the bath water to hot, and prepare the dicinal soup. Your Highness should soak for a quarter of an hour.”

“If the cold disease does not flare up this ti, then it would be best. If it does, Your Highness would still do well to abstain from strong emotions.”

Ye Yiheng was silent for a long mont, feeling the cold and hot currents of True Qi accelerating inside him. He then nodded, “Change the bathhouse water quickly.”

He left those words behind and went to the side room.

At this mont, inside the side room, palace maids had just finished changing Leng Yu Yan into dry clothing and had wrung out her long hair.

Seeing the Crown Prince enter, the palace maids bowed in unison.

Ye Yiheng lifted his hand, signaling them to leave.

The maids exited quietly.

The person on the bed wore a plain white nightgown, her little face flushed, rubbing her face against the brocade quilt.

He stepped forward, reaching out to touch her forehead—scalding. Evidently, although she was asleep, the effects of the Extre Joy Powder were active.

Suddenly, he heard what seed like her muttering in her sleep.

His ears, sharper than those of ordinary people, couldn’t make out the words. So he bent down, bringing his ear closer.

“I didn’t despise Your Highness for being blind, I didn’t!”

“Your Highness, please don’t kill !”

Hearing this, Ye Yiheng’s eyelids lifted slightly.

Extre Joy Powder’s illusion should’ve been lighthearted, shouldn’t it? What is her situation?

Between doubts, Song Guo ca to summon him.

No further thoughts, Ye Yiheng left the side room.

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By the ti Leng Yu Yan woke up, it was ti for the midday al.

As the palace maid helped her dress and during the makeup, she casually said, “After the Commandery Princess left the bath, Your Highness went back to soak in hot water. Now His Highness stays alone in his room, seeing no one. I wonder how he is?”

Leng Yu Yan rembered that she had asked the Crown Prince to leave the bathhouse, but instead of leaving, he had stepped into the pool.

For soone with a cold disease to soak in a cold water bath, it would have been strange if his illness didn’t flare up.

“No need for the hairpin.”

Leng Yu Yan rose from the embroidered stool, lifted her skirts, and ran towards Ye Yiheng’s bedroom.

The door to his room was closed, guarded by Song Guo and an anxious-looking Jian Lecheng.

Upon seeing her, Jian Lecheng frowned, “It’s all because of you. You insisted on taking a cold bath, even wanting to do it in the Eastern Palace. Are you satisfied now, having triggered His Highness’s cold disease?”

“Young Master, it is not right to bla the Commandery Princess like this!” Song Guo grabbed Jian Lecheng and tried to pull him away.

Leng Yu Yan glanced briefly at Jian Lecheng, ignoring him, and knocked on the door herself.

With a knock, the door opened a crack; Leng Yu Yan pushed it open and tiptoed inside.

Inside, Ye Yiheng sat by the window, draped in a large cloak.

Although the September weather was a bit chilly, it was not to the extent that one would need to wear a large cloak.

A shock went through Leng Yu Yan’s heart – had his cold disease really flared up again?

From the outer room, the argunt between Song Guo and Jian Lecheng could be heard.

“Young Master, you are well aware of the situation between His Highness and the Commandery Princess. As onlookers, aren’t we clearer about it than the parties involved?”

“That’s easy to say, but His Highness’s health is more important. I grew up with His Highness, and I can’t bear to watch him suffer because…”

Fearing Jian Lecheng would say more, Song Guo quickly covered his mouth.

Inside the bedroom, Leng Yu Yan approached the window and whispered, “Your Highness, are you all right?”

She reached out, intending to take his pulse.

Unexpectedly, just as her fingertips touched his icy skin, he dodged with a sidestep.

Ye Yiheng’s expression remained still as he said coldly, “I am fine. If the Commandery Princess is fine too, then you may return to the Prince Mansion. The Eastern Palace will not keep the Commandery Princess for the midday al.”

His voice was cool and distant.

Leng Yu Yan pursed her lips, unable to understand why he had changed so drastically.

After all, it was to protect her that he got into the cold pool. Feeling anxious, Leng Yu Yan said, “If Your Highness is unwell, I can apply acupuncture.”

“No need.” Ye Yiheng turned his head towards the outside and said, “Song Guo, escort the Commandery Princess out.”

Leng Yu Yan fumbled with her fingers, standing dumbfounded for a long while.

Finally, when Song Guo ca in, she moved her steps.

Once she was far enough away, Jian Lecheng and Ling Lang entered the bedroom.

A period of silence followed.

After a while, Ye Yiheng finally spoke out, “What was her expression like?”

“The Commandery Princess didn’t show much on her face, just seed very indifferent,” Ling Lang sighed.

He didn’t dare to say that the Commandery Princess seed to have lost her soul upon leaving, her eyes completely void of light.

Ye Yiheng nodded slightly, “As long as she is well.”

Ling Lang said, “This ti, Your Highness’s cold disease didn’t fully manifest. A major reason was soaking in hot water and taking dicine promptly. However, the eye disease has aggravated fiercely. This flare-up, it’s still due to toxins in the body.”

Ever since he got dicine from Linqing Pavilion, it had been a long ti since His Highness suffered from eye disease. The only possibility for the current relapse…

He hesitated, then asked, “Your Highness, did you perhaps develop feelings for the Commandery Princess in the bath?”

Upon hearing this, Ye Yiheng clenched his fist.