On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince's Hidden Illness-Chapter 215 - Mid-Autumn Mooncakes
Chapter 215: Chapter 215 Mid-Autumn Mooncakes
Chapter 215 -215 Mid-Autumn Mooncakes
Before moving into the Eastern Palace, when he still resided in the Imperial Palace, he, as a child, had once been severely ill.
The high fever persisted, his entire body burning hot as if it were about to be cooked.
Yet the Empress Dowager, who had given birth to him, never once gently stroked his forehead.
At the age of seven, he moved into the Eastern Palace.
During that time, he fell ill several times, almost to the point of death, but when the Empress Dowager visited him, she would only stand far away in his bedroom and glance at him.
He barely made it through and asked her, “Why can’t you hold your child close and care for him with love, like other mothers?”
She always said, “You are the Crown Prince, you must stand on your own.”
“Emotions and affection will only cloud your judgment as the Crown Prince.”
“In this world, whether man or woman, no one can be trusted, only you can trust yourself!”
At seven, while other children were still being coddled by their mothers, he had already tasted what it was like to be a lone and overshadowed person.
Although the Empress Dowager was not close to him, she never mistreated him.
It was because of her status as the Empress that he was legitimately established as the Crown Prince.
Ha, it was also because of this status as Crown Prince that he faced enemies on all sides and was plunged into the darkest and filthiest struggles for imperial power.
At seven, he had to face not only the overt backstabbing and deceptions but also assassination attempts and poisonings in secret.
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From then on, he was poisoned increasingly often.
Regrettably, by the time he was capable enough to protect himself, the poisons in his body were far too numerous.
The only thing that brought him relief was that those wishing to kill him were probably extremely frustrated that he was still alive.
The Empress Dowager was a strong-willed woman, so formidable that when the ministers in the court had to make major decisions, they would consult her. The harem meddling in politics was something the Emperor disliked. Perhaps, that was also a main reason why the Emperor was not fond of this son of his.
Perhaps, the Empress Dowager thought that by raising him in such a way, she could make him a qualified Emperor, an unparalleled ruler in ages.
But she was wrong.
Perhaps, before her death, she also realized her cold-hearted upbringing was a mistake, which is why she entrusted the Imperial Aunt to look after and care for him more.
But by then, it was too late.
He had already become a person weakened by illness.
Perhaps, he should not blame the Empress Dowager; what would her care matter anyway?
He should hate the fact that he was born into the Tian Family.
Over the years, he had learned to be indifferent and detached from worldly affairs.
Yet, just now, that touch of warmth on his forehead seemed like a ray of light illuminating his blind and void world, and he truly wanted to grasp it.
But no matter how hard he searched, he could no longer find that touch of warmth!
After finishing the acupuncture for Ye Yiheng, Leng Yu Yan’s inner clothes were already slightly damp.
She came in haste this time, and not wanting to arouse her brothers’ suspicion, she brought only the silver needles, leaving the medicine chest behind.
Thus, they could only wait for the effects of the acupuncture to manifest, for him to naturally awaken.
After retrieving the needles and placing the silver needle bag into her sleeve, Leng Yu Yan reached to help him fasten the ties of his sleeping robe.
Just as she was carefully tying the knot, a cool large hand suddenly grasped her delicate wrist.
Unable to free herself, and seeing that his eyes were tightly shut, probably a reflex, she had no choice but to call out, “Song Guo, come help!”
Song Guo, who was at the door, quickly stepped inside.
Together, they managed to pry Ye Yiheng’s fingers open.
While Song Guo covered the Crown Prince with a brocade quilt, she asked, “Commandery Princess, have you finished applying the needles?”
Leng Yu Yan nodded, “If he still hasn’t awakened by tomorrow night, send someone to find me.”
“Thank you, Commandery Princess!”
As Song Guo was about to kneel, Leng Yu Yan held her arm.
“Just remember, don’t tell him it was me who applied the needles.”
Their absurd entanglement should end.
“But, Commandery Princess, His Highness has you in his heart!”
“Song Guo, I’ve asked him, and he didn’t respond. Besides, you know my current situation; being with him would undoubtedly bring more trouble.”
Not only trouble for him but also for the Prince Zhenbei Mansion.
Song Guo reluctantly nodded his head, “Commandery Princess, I will escort you out.”
—
Afternoon passed.
Cining Palace.
The Empress Dowager had invited the Emperor over.
“Emperor, I wish to find a person to change the Crown Prince’s fortune. After much consideration, only by relying on the Crown Prince can we make him recover in time.”
The Emperor asked, “Do you mean to bestow Princess Beilan upon the Crown Prince for the marriage?”
“Indeed.”
“Lai Ran will definitely not agree.”
The Empress Dowager scoffed, “After all, Lai Ran is but a subject. If the marriage decree is issued and he dares not comply, wouldn’t that be a disgrace to the Tian Family?”
Upon hearing this, the Emperor clenched his fist and struck the table, “What Mother says is very true. This way, we can keep the entire Prince Zhenbei Mansion in the Capital City.”
It would then be easy to control the Northern Garrison.
Having agreed, the mother and son drafted the decree, planning to announce it during the moon-viewing on the Mid-Autumn Festival.
—
At this moment in the Eastern Palace.
The setting sun was splendid.
Ye Yiheng stood quietly by the lake, watching the golden scale-like ripples on the lake surface.
All the guards and gatekeepers of the Eastern Palace knelt on the ground.
“Your Highness, the Commandery Princess, accompanied by four young masters from the Prince Mansion, has moved everything from her in Tingfeng Garden.”
Upon hearing this, a hint of sarcasm crossed Ye Yiheng’s lips.
She moved quickly, fearing if he died, she wouldn’t be able to retrieve her valuable possessions.
This was good, too, as it clearly defined the boundaries between him and her, distinctly marking their separation.
Moreover, this woman might be poisonous; he had merely kissed her and dreamed of her, yet his cold disease flared up severely.
It seemed if he wanted to live, he needed to keep his distance.
Song Guo, standing behind Ye Yiheng, was immensely conflicted; he really wanted to tell the Crown Prince that it was the Commandery Princess who had revived him.
But once he spoke, if the Crown Prince fell ill again and the Commandery Princess would not intervene, what then?
He couldn’t break his promise!
—
The next day, Leng Yu Yan rose early.
Not for anything else, but because today was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and she wanted to make mooncakes by hand.
Just as the mooncakes were finished, Song Guo arrived with gifts.
Seeing him, Leng Yu Yan’s heart tightened, wondering if Ye Yiheng hadn’t awakened yet?
“Commandery Princess, this is a small token from me.” As he spoke, Song Guo stepped forward and said softly, “His Highness actually woke up yesterday! These gifts are personally prepared by me, His Highness is unaware. I hope you will accept them.”
“That’s good to hear.” Leng Yu Yan smiled knowingly, glancing at the fruits and pastries he brought, “Thank you for the gifts, I accept them.”
During the conversation, she took out a box of mooncakes, “These are made by me, take them back and try them.”
Song Guo took the box, his eyes welling up with tears.
“Why are you crying?”
“In the Eastern Palace, we never celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. I’m so grateful for this box of mooncakes from the Commandery Princess.”
Hearing this, Leng Yu Yan was startled and handed him another box, “Give this box to His Highness, but just say it’s bought from outside.”
“Can’t I say it was made by the Commandery Princess?”
“I’m afraid he might throw them away,” she laughed.
The Eastern Palace never celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival, likely because of someone’s influence.
Giving him mooncakes was deliberately meant to upset him.
Song Guo returned to the Eastern Palace as quickly as possible, presenting both boxes of mooncakes directly in front of Ye Yiheng, and plainly stating they were handmade by Leng Yu Yan.
Hearing this, a rare ripple crossed the abyss-like depths of Ye Yiheng’s dark eyes.
