On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince's Hidden Illness-Chapter 221 - Do Not Get Emotionally Involved

Chapter 221: Chapter 221 Do Not Get Emotionally Involved

Chapter 221 -221 Do Not Get Emotionally Involved

Leng Yu Yan had just left the palace gate when she heard a warm call from behind.

“Ah Yan, wait for me.”

She turned her head and saw Ji Qingyu chasing after her.

“Why did you come out too?”

“I heard you were going to the lantern festival, let me accompany you.”

His smile was gentle, his eyes harboring a restrained warmth.

Leng Yu Yan curved her lips slightly, the somber mood from the side hall earlier dissipating somewhat.

“No need, you should go stay with your uncle and aunt. I’m going to meet a few friends at the festival, all ladies; it would be inconvenient for you to be there.”

Hearing this, Ji Qingyu nodded and insisted on walking her to the horse carriage.

As he reached out to help her onto the carriage, his gaze landed on her pale wrist, starkly marked by fresh blood.

Ye Yiheng’s?

Leng Yu Yan hadn’t intended to let him help her, and seeing him staring at her wrist, she unnaturally hid her hand behind her back.

Ji Qingyu clenched his fingers: “Ah Yan, did Ye Yiheng bully you?”

She lowered her eyes and shook her head: “No, he is blind. He just pulled on my wrist when crossing the threshold.”

Hearing this, Ji Qingyu reached out, “Let me help you onto the carriage.”

“No need.” Leng Yu Yan jumped up lightly, “Qingyu, you should go back.”

She waved her hand and then entered the carriage.

Ji Qingyu watched the carriage move into the distance, his eyes narrowing slightly, a sudden storm brewing in his soft gaze.

The blind man bullied her!

Inside the carriage, Miao Zhu was nodding off. Seeing her mistress enter, she quickly sat up straight: “Commandery Princess.”

“Uh-huh.” Leng Yu Yan responded and sat down next to her.

Miao Zhu noticed the blood on Leng Yu Yan’s wrist and moistened a handkerchief with tea water to delicately wipe it: “Commandery Princess, where are you hurt?”

“This isn’t my blood, it’s the Crown Prince’s.”

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“The Crown Prince?”

“Don’t talk about him.” Leng Yu Yan changed the subject, “Did you get in touch with Qiubo Dongyan?”

“They’ve been contacted. We’ll see them as we proceed through the lantern festival.”

“Good.”

—

Ji Qingyu returned to the banquet, and Ye Yiheng was already gone.

He wanted to confront him but held back his words forcefully.

Yet, this frustration was something he couldn’t swallow.

Ye Yiheng had returned to the Eastern Palace.

Ling Lang had sent someone to summon him, mentioning there was an urgent matter to discuss. Only then did he go back.

Upon returning to the Eastern Palace, Ye Yiheng dismissed everyone around him and went to the secret chamber.

In the secret chamber, Ling Lang was waiting.

Ling Lang was publicly known as the Poison Detection Master, but he also had a secret identity as the Crown Prince’s Advisor, more precisely a Think Tank.

He had urgent matters and would discuss them with the Crown Prince in the secret chamber.

Usually, even people like Mo Chen, Ruo Feng, Song Guo, Jiang Lecheng did not know the nature of these discussions.

Seeing the Crown Prince slowly entering, he bowed.

“Your Highness, have you fallen for Princess Beilan?”

He remembered when the Crown Prince took him under his command, he had said if there was a chance to cure his eye and cold disease, he would definitely seize military power from the Prince Zhenbei Mansion. At that time, he planned to have full control over Tiancheng’s military power. If he couldn’t cure his eye and cold disease, then it would be his fate.

Previously, not knowing Leng Yu Yan was Lai Ran’s own daughter, having her beside the Crown Prince was harmless.

By now, knowing that Leng Yu Yan is Lai Ran’s daughter, had the Crown Prince fallen for her, consequently giving up the military power of Prince Zhenbei Mansion?

This was his greatest concern as a Crown Prince’s Advisor.

Seeing that the Crown Prince remained silent, Ling Lang spoke again, “I am aware that Your Highness has developed feelings for Princess Beilan.”

Ye Yiheng furrowed his brows slightly, “How so?”

Ling Lang spoke bluntly, “The last time your cold disease acted up critically, it was because Your Highness was emotionally moved, causing the blood to flow backward.”

“Your Highness is nineteen, wanting to taste what women are like is not unreasonable.”

During the conversation, Ling Lang opened the door to the secret chamber, clapped his hands, and a flamboyantly dressed woman immediately entered the chamber.

Upon seeing the Crown Prince, beautiful as an Immortal, the woman knelt on the ground.

Ye Yiheng frowned almost imperceptibly and looked coldly towards Ling Lang, “What is this supposed to mean?”

Ling Lang laughed, “Only when you hold the world in your hand can you do as you please. As for women, they are just that.”

He turned around, bent down to the woman, and said, “Serve the Crown Prince well.”

The woman knelt on the ground, “Let me serve you well, Your Highness.”

Her pale hands inches towards Ye Yiheng’s brocade boots, wanting to climb his robe.

Even though she was flamboyantly dressed, the chaos in her eyes could not be hidden.

She couldn’t compare to even a strand of Leng Yu Yan’s hair!

Disgust and nausea filled Ye Yiheng’s narrow phoenix eyes, and he kicked towards the woman’s shoulder.

The woman flipped over onto the ground, panic flashing in her eyes. Thinking that if she could not get close to the Crown Prince, her life would be at stake, she quickly stripped off her clothes.

Attempting to gain intimacy with her impressive curves.

“Your Highness, please let me serve you!”

Ye Yiheng turned away, refusing to look at the woman on the ground, and said coldly to Ling Lang, “How should one be punished for polluting my sight?”

Seeing this, Ling Lang laughed.

The resilience of the Crown Prince was admirable.

Few could resist the seduction of such a woman.

While laughing, Ling Lang walked over, grabbed the woman’s head, and twisted it forcefully.

With a crack…

The woman collapsed on the ground, lifeless.

Then, he opened the door to the secret chamber, let the guards in, and had them drag the woman’s body away.

The coldness of the chamber was restored, and Ling Lang slowly said, “Has Your Highness forgotten the pain of being trampled by the Ye Family?”

“I advise Your Highness to sever all affections and not lose the mountain for a woman!”

“At first, when Emperor had betrothed Leng Yu Yan to you, you were very upset, even saying that if she wasn’t obedient, you’d eliminate her. Later, you gradually started to care.”

“It is passion, for you refused a marriage for her before knowing Princess Beilan was Leng Yu Yan!”

Ye Yiheng said coldly, “Ling Lang, are you instructing me on what to do?”

“I dare not!” Ling Lang bowed, but still said, “When you found out Princess Beilan was Leng Yu Yan, Your Highness spoke of willing to marry into the Prince Zhenbei Mansion, which was a mutual agreement we had.”

“At that time, I thought Your Highness had set aside personal feelings,” Ling Lang pointed at the Crown Prince’s injured hand, “However, from the moon viewing banquet just now, it seems Your Highness is falling deeper!”

Ye Yiheng shouted, “Ling Lang, do you believe I would take off your head?”

Ling Lang immediately knelt, “Even if Your Highness chops off my head, I must speak my remonstrance fully today.”

“If Princess Beilan knew that Your Highness had designs on the Prince Zhenbei Mansion for years, what would she think of your words of willingness to marry into her house, which were just strategic?”

Ye Yiheng swung his wrist, launching a palm strike.

Ling Lang instantly moved to the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Ignoring the blood at the corner of his mouth, he propped himself up, gritting his teeth, “The affairs of a young woman’s heart are most time-consuming and laborious, even for ordinary people, let alone for Your Highness, who also has concerns for your life.”

“In my opinion, it would be better for Your Highness to sever these romantic feelings soon if you want to achieve something significant!”

Seeing him still advising after a palm strike, Ye Yiheng said indifferently, “You should heal your injuries in the next few days. Leave the rest aside for now.”

Ling Lang kowtowed, “If Your Highness truly wishes to marry the Commandery Princess, please do not engage your true feelings!”