On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince's Hidden Illness Chapter 281: 281 Tightly Entangled

Chapter 281: Chapter 281 Tightly Entangled

If she beca pregnant with his child after one encounter, she would never be able to leave him!

Thinking of this, he filled her cup with wine and said with a smile, “Then let’s forget the past unpleasantness…”

Leng Yu Yan nodded her head, picked up the cup, and moved it to her lips.

Ji Qingyu’s eyes narrowed, his heart conflicted. He both wanted her to drink and hoped she wouldn’t.

Once she drank, she would be at his rcy.

But if they did that thing, she would hate him, wouldn’t she?

“Forget it, don’t drink!” He reached out, snatched the wine cup, and dashed the wine onto the floor. “You don’t drink wine, just eat the dishes.”

“Okay.”

Just then, the door of the private room was pushed open.

Both turned their heads towards the door and saw Ye Yiheng, supported by Song Guo, walking towards them.

“A man and a woman alone in a private room, quite the mood.”

Ye Yiheng’s voice was like a howling north wind, carrying a biting chill.

Knowing the blind man would overthink, Leng Yu Yan uneasily explained, “Your Highness, Qingyu and I were just clearing the air, it’s not what you think.”

Ye Yiheng coldly asked, “Aren’t you going back?”

Upon hearing this, Leng Yu Yan stood up, turning her head slightly, “Sorry, Qingyu, I need to leave first.”

Ji Qingyu glanced at Ye Yiheng, his eyes hiding a cold light, then he smiled faintly at Leng Yu Yan, “Alright, be careful on the road!”

Once downstairs at the restaurant, at Ye Yiheng’s request, Ruofeng rode Leng Yu Yan’s horse, while she boarded the horse carriage of the Eastern Palace.

The horse carriage slowly began to move.

“Leng Yu Yan, in front of , you still call him Qingyu?”

“Your Highness, just now we cleared the air, from now on, he and I are just friends.” Sensing his disbelief, Leng Yu Yan grabbed his arm, “And can only be friends!”

Ye Yiheng looked down slightly, seeing her small hands clutching his arm, then he looked up, his gaze piercing through the eye veil to et her eyes.

Seeing her eyes clear and not deceitful, he softly asked about sothing else, “The weather has been turning cooler, when will the Commandery Princess co to warm my bed?”

Leng Yu Yan pushed his arm away with both hands, “We are not yet married, it’s not proper!”

Ye Yiheng’s lips barely moved, “From now on, you’re not allowed to drink with any other n…”

“You!” she said, slightly annoyed. “Not even with my brothers?”

He added, “Unless I am present.”

She bowed her head and pressed her lips together, clearly discontent.

Seeing this, Ye Yiheng’s long, handso fingers lifted her chin, “Look at .”

Leng Yu Yan’s long, curling eyelashes trembled, and she honestly said, “Just now, Ji Qingyu asked why I chose you.”

“And what did you say?”

“I couldn’t say it was a business deal, but he must have sensed sothing, I might have let sothing slip.”

“Then the Commandery Princess should try to genuinely like ; that would solve the problem.”

“You make it sound easy, Your Highness. You would enjoy seeing that.”

Ye Yiheng withdrew his hand, indeed starting to like her, only she hadn’t noticed yet. If he said he liked her now, she certainly wouldn’t believe it.

She might even laugh at him.

With a light chuckle, he simply leaned to one side, resting without speaking, which confused Leng Yu Yan.

Seeing his pose, apparently resting his eyes, Leng Yu Yan reached behind her back and tugged at the binding on her chest.

Having been bound all day, it was sowhat stifling and now not appropriate to untie in front of him; she was sowhat short of breath.

During the day, she didn’t notice much, but the more she cared now, the more suffocating it felt.

Maybe she should loosen the laces a bit?

Thinking this, Leng Yu Yan rose to her feet and tiptoed over to him, bending down to see whether his eyes under the eye veil were opened or closed.

Ye Yiheng had heard her rustling sounds earlier, and now she was right in front of him.

Suddenly, he sat upright, “What are you trying to do?”

Startled by his abrupt movent and question, Leng Yu Yan wanted to run to the side, but her legs seed nailed to the floor of the carriage, and she toppled over.

With an outstretched arm, Ye Yiheng easily caught her in his embrace, his voice teasing, “Commandery Princess wishes to sit on my lap, just say so.”

The man’s leg muscles were stiff, making it very uncomfortable for Leng Yu Yan.

As her heart raced, her chest felt even more constricted, her face flushed red with breathlessness; she pushed against his shoulders, gasping, “It wasn’t intentional, I, I, I just…”

Anyone who didn’t know would think he was mistreating her.

With a brow furrowed, he asked in a deep voice, “What’s wrong?”

Leng Yu Yan shook her head, too embarrassed to explain.

Ye Yiheng hardened his expression, “If you don’t tell, you’ll be punished tonight by warming the bed early.”

Left with no choice, she stamred out, “I attend classes at the Imperial College disguised as a man, binding my hair and dressing in n’s clothes. For unwanted attention and trouble, therefore I would…”

She bit her lip, “Wear…”

Ye Yiheng massaged his forehead; he didn’t know what she wore under her n’s clothes, although he had seen it at the Imperial College.

It was made of plain white satin and seed to be tied very tightly.

Was this woman too harsh on herself, wrapping it so tightly?

Thinking of his own confusion, Ye Yiheng cleared his throat, “So, you’re feeling constricted now?”

Their voices were huskier than both realized.

Leng Yu Yan, with her face red, hardly dared to breathe heavily, “Yes, hence I was checking if Your Highness was resting with eyes closed, so I could loosen it a bit.”

Not caring anymore, she spoke the truth—it was better than suffocating!

Tonight, she would definitely have Miao Zhu make her a few new binders.

“His Highness will not look, as you wish, please help yourself.”

Ye Yiheng turned his back, pressing his hand against his temple.

Seeing him not only turn away but also cover his line of sight with his hand, Leng Yu Yan felt sowhat grateful.

She pursed her lips, reached behind her back, and tugged at a few laces through her robe, then let out a long sigh of relief.

Although not completely undone, the binder had dropped and loosened a bit; she breathed as if she had been deprived of oxygen.

After a long while, seeing him still in the sa position, she softly called, “It’s okay now, Your Highness.”

Ye Yiheng then turned back, his gaze sweeping over her, it seed slightly more bulged than before, and he blushed instantly.

Leng Yu Yan couldn’t bear to look at him and lowered her eyes, “Tomorrow I need to practice at the Ministry of War, I thought it best to inform Your Highness.”

To prevent him from saying she hadn’t notified him beforehand.

Ye Yiheng gave a light “Hmm,” his expression returning to its usual sternness.

“Your Father King and your mother were frad together sixteen years ago, they attended so event, have you asked your father about this?”

“I haven’t really asked about the event, but I know that at that ti, Father King had just inherited his title and ca to the capital to express his thanks to the Emperor.”

Ye Yiheng pondered for a mont, “You should still ask your father, knowing the event will let us know who were present then; it makes investigating the truth much easier.”

As long as the truth is revealed and his mother’s innocence is proven, he would receive the old man’s blessing for their marriage.

Then he could marry her soon!