On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince's Hidden Illness Chapter 854: So Delicate

Luo ng’er hurriedly clung to Madam Luo’s arm: "Mother, please don’t ask anymore."

If you keep asking, the Second Young Master won’t like her anymore, what should we do?

Only then did Madam Luo realize, and laughed: "Second Young Master, please co to the parlor to sit and have a cup of tea!"

They were eager to marry off ng’er, having chosen many suitors, but either ng’er was not satisfied or they, as parents, were not satisfied.

Although ng’er was not young, they were just trying to find a good family for their daughter.

It would be ideal if the family were of equal standing, with the hope of climbing slightly higher.

Of course, they were well aware that they could not climb too high.

But they didn’t expect ng’er’s own choice of husband to shock them, even more to astonish them.

Leng Yuqing nodded slightly, and Father Luo quickly raised his hand to lead the way.

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On the other side, the Eastern Palace Carriage stopped.

After a long ti, no one ca out, and the gatekeepers and Mo Chen, who was driving, found it strange.

Perhaps the Crown Princess Consort was napping inside, so no one dared to go up and lightly knock on the carriage door.

Inside the carriage, Ye Yiheng held her with one arm, his other hand lazily resting on the back of the soft couch, his already excessively beautiful fingers seed even more translucent, as if glowing with a pearly luster.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Not alright."

Leng Yu Yan’s small face was flushed, trying hard to calm her chaotic breathing.

Her whole body felt like it was soaked soft in wine, devoid of strength, with only her two hands tightly clutching his robe.

If he weren’t holding her, she was truly afraid she might fall out of his embrace.

Realizing the carriage had been stopped in front of the Eastern Palace for a while, Leng Yu Yan, leaning on his shoulder, wanted to get down from his arms.

Unexpectedly, the man used his other hand to pass through the bend of her legs and directly carried her out of the carriage.

The sunlight was glaring, coupled with her shyness, she simply closed her eyes.

The people at the Eastern Palace entrance thought Leng Yu Yan was asleep, and all silently saluted.

Ye Yiheng walked steadily, a smile spreading across his cold, stern face.

As his steps passed by the lake, he looked down at her in his arms, her pink face flushed, her long lashes trembling slightly, as if still catching her breath.

How could this woman be so delicate?

Constantly, drawing him in.

Finally reaching the bedroom, he placed her on the ground, one hand clasping her wrist, his voice low: "Can you stand steady?"

"Yes, of course I can."

Leng Yu Yan glanced at him coyly and angrily, then glanced at his long fingers clasping her wrist, her face instantly heating up.

His hands, with distinct knuckles, were long and powerful, suited for controlling the world.

As if he could easily control her.

Not only did he pinch her neck earlier, but just now he even...

"Alright, you rest for a while, I’ll go to the study."

He reached out to touch her hair, smiling innocently.

Seeing that, Leng Yu Yan couldn’t help but twist his arm, but only grasped his clothing, not even pinching a bit of his flesh.

Soon after, Ye Yiheng went to the small study.

Jian Lecheng had been waiting in the study for quite a while: "Your Highness, you’re finally back!"

Ye Yiheng lifted his robe and sat behind the study desk, slightly lowered his head and straightened his robe.

The robe had so wrinkles, his handso brows moved slightly, and only then did he lift his eyelids to look at Jian Lecheng: "What happened?"

"Soone from Beiliang has arrived. They should reach the capital by tomorrow."

"Beiliang, is it for Yu Haoqiong?"

"It should be for him."

Ye Yiheng smiled faintly: "How is he doing with the coal mining?"

Jian Lecheng also laughed: "This person likes to eat but hates work, not enough coal dug, thus getting less food, after so ti he beca obedient. Initially, Yu Yinglei often went to see him, I gathered they talked about returning to Beiliang. Maybe Yu Yinglei realized Yu Haoqiong couldn’t even protect himself, so she stopped going."

"Alright, I know." Ye Yiheng gave him a faint glance and seeing that he had no intention of leaving, asked again, "Anything else?"

Jian Lecheng smiled ingratiatingly: "It’s truly hard to escape Your Highness’s eyes, I wish to request a marriage arrangent from Your Highness."

"You’ve been waiting in the study mainly for an arrangent?"

Jian Lecheng confessed: "The old man is urging , I have no other choice."

Ye Yiheng took up a petition and began reviewing it, after a while, only then did he ask: "Have you set your eyes on Liu Yun or Yin Shuang?"

"Why does Your Highness ask about these two?"

"Only they are people of mine, or have you taken a liking to Miao Zhu?"

"Not Miao Zhu, I wish for one among Spring, Sumr, Autumn, or Winter."

Ye Yiheng finished reviewing a petition, speaking in a faint voice: "Spring, Sumr, Autumn, and Winter are people of the Crown Princess Consort, this matter needs to ask the Crown Princess Consort."

Jian Lecheng nodded: "Then I shall go find the Crown Princess Consort now."

Upon hearing this, Ye Yiheng’s face turned cold and stern: "She is resting."

"Oh."

"Yanyan most likely will say to let Spring, Sumr, Autumn, or Winter choose for themselves."

Hearing this, Jian Lecheng’s eyes lit up: "Does Your Highness an I should work hard myself?"

Ye Yiheng nodded faintly: "More or less."

Delighted, Jian Lecheng nodded continuously, stepping out of the study, determined to find out about the preferences of Spring, Sumr, Autumn, and Winter.

Picking up another petition to read, Ye Yiheng suddenly rembered sothing, thus he called out, "Soone, co."

Mo Chen entered in response.

"Your Highness, any instructions?"

"Go to the Lu You Bamboo Forest, heed closely to the Dumb Slave."

"Your Highness, previously soone was sent to watch, must they be watched again now?"

"Go watch and see if there’s anything unusual, I suspect she can speak."

Mo Chen cupped his fists: "Yes!"

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Prince Xian Mansion.

People from Beiliang arrived, soone quickly delivered this ssage to Yu Yinglei.

"Soone from my holand, they’ve finally co!" Yu Yinglei said excitedly.

The maid beside her softly reminded: "Princess, now you are Princess Xian, better to restrain your emotion on this matter."

Yu Yinglei peeked outside the door, seeing no one noticed her, she was relieved.

After living with Ye Zhenxian for so long, her desire to return to Beiliang grew stronger.

She still rembered coming to Tiancheng for Ye Yiheng. But now it was impossible, she didn’t even dare to think of him anymore.

Being forced to marry Ye Zhenxian was rely because of a few words from Ye Yiheng.

Such a deep hatred, all she was left with was hatred for him, how could she still think of him?

To think of her as the proud Beiliang Princess, married to a eunuch from Tiancheng, it was truly disgraceful if the word got out.

The agony in her heart, she couldn’t confide in anyone.

Moreover, she had to present herself as a virtuous wife in front of Ye Zhenxian. Not only endure his perverse hobbies but also occasionally care about his health.

She was really fed up!

Returning to Beiliang, she would rather marry an ordinary man than Ye Zhenxian.

No, she would not marry an ordinary man.

She was determined to return to Beiliang and marry the most valiant general of Beiliang, and then return to Tiancheng to redeem her honor, that would be her lifelong wish!

Footsteps approached from the yard, a maid deliberately raising her voice: "Greetings, Prince!"

Yu Yinglei imdiately put on a smile, tidied her hair, asked her confidante to put away the received ssages, and went outside herself.

"Prince has co?"

Ye Zhenxian humd and sighed: "Recently, I sent soone to the Linqing Pavilion, there is still no news; do you think there really is a Divine Doctor in the world?"

Yu Yinglei gently consoled: "Since such a grand Linqing Pavilion exists, there naturally must be a Divine Doctor. The more mysterious the Divine Doctor, the greater his dical skill. Have patience, Prince, your sincerity will surely touch the Divine Doctor!"