On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince's Hidden Illness-Chapter 238 - Ask for His Help
Chapter 238: Chapter 238: Ask for His Help
Chapter 238: Chapter 238: Ask for His Help
Looking at her panicked expression, Ye Yiheng’s mood inexplicably brightened.
His long, slightly cool fingertips lightly touched her lips, very naturally and skillfully picking off a piece of fruit stuck to her lip, placing it among a pile of peels.
“As Princess Beilan, can’t you manage to eat with some grace?”
His tone was cold, yet it carried an unmistakably playful tease.
However, the hand he kept under the table gently caressed an object.
Leng Yu Yan stuffed all the fruit in her hand into her mouth, eating bulgingly, before she muttered, “How can I compare with Your Highness?”
“Your Highness is a paragon among men, having received exceptional etiquette training.”
“I, having grown up in the countryside, am naturally crude and unrefined, always eating however I please. If Your Highness doesn’t want to eat, then let’s not eat!”
After huffing and puffing through her speech, seeing that he was still casually watching her with composure, Leng Yu Yan simply hugged half a grapefruit, sat down on a chair by the window, and started eating heartily.
Watching her eat with such relish, juice spilling over, her rosy lips moistened, Ye Yiheng’s cold phoenix eyes fluttered with ripples.
In his mind, however, the scene from the bathhouse when she was teasing him to the extreme resurfaced…
He raised an eyebrow, moving his gaze away without a word, and asked flatly, “And then?”
Seeing that they were finally getting to the main point, Leng Yu Yan stopped peeling the grapefruit.
“Then, I have a favor to ask. Please grant it, Your Highness!”
Ye Yiheng leaned back in his chair, straightening his robe that was without a single wrinkle, “Commandery Princess, your logic is somewhat strange.”
He had already rejected her food, yet this woman had the gall to ask for a favor.
Leng Yu Yan picked up half a grapefruit, walking back over to the desk.
“Strange? Not at all. Since I am prepared to marry Your Highness, then we are one. And being one, shouldn’t Your Highness…”
Hearing her mention the word “one,” Ye Yiheng felt the tips of his ears turn red, he hurriedly lowered his head, his long, jade-like fingers lightly clenched, the index finger touching the tip of his nose as he cleared his throat twice.
But Leng Yu Yan continued on her own, “They say that husband and wife are one, sharing both honor and disgrace. If that’s the case, should Your Highness not lend a helping hand when I face difficulties?”
Hearing him cough, her brows furrowed slightly, “Does Your Highness not wish to?”
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Their marriage had not yet been decided, but this young girl dared to speak of husband and wife being one.
Perhaps it was her words that led his thoughts astray.
It was all Ling Lang’s fault for explaining too much about being emotional or not, which made him feel that everything he saw, heard, and thought at this moment was inappropriate.
Ye Yiheng uneasily turned his back to hide the unnatural flush on his face from being seen by her.
He coughed lightly twice more, the heat on his face somewhat subsided, and he then counter-asked, “Unwilling to do what?”
Leng Yu Yan completely missed the reddening of his ears and spoke for herself, “I wish to seek revenge. Would Your Highness be willing to help?”
“The matter of the Extreme Joy Powder?”
“Yes!”
“What do you plan to do?”
Ye Yiheng stood up and walked to the window. The cool autumn breeze blew in, finally completely cooling down the heat on his face.
He was naturally willing to help, but he wanted to know how she intended to involve him.
Ye Zhenxian coveted her, and he wished he could grind him to dust on the spot.
During this period, he had been thinking of a way to dispose of Ye Zhenxian without anyone noticing or suspecting.
Leng Yu Yan followed him to the window, looking down as she dug out a few segments of fruit that had sunk into the grapefruit, “I have inquired about it; Prince Xian has been locked in a prison specially set up for the Tian Family and Imperial Relatives, therefore I cannot go there and handle things personally.”
Going under the pretext of prison visitation would be suspicious if she went, and sneaking in at midnight was also difficult, as the prison was strictly guarded on regular days. Moreover, her wounds were only just healed and it was not advisable for her to exert herself physically.
“The prison was originally built for family members convicted of attempting to usurp the throne, with reinforced walls and ceilings to prevent jailbreaks,” Ye Yiheng said indifferently, “How do you expect me to assist you?”
Leng Yu Yan placed half a grapefruit on the small table by the window and took out a small porcelain bottle from her wallet.
“I have some medicine powder here,” I said, “just add it to Prince Xian’s food.”
Since Ye Zhenxian had used Extreme Joy Powder in the flower tea, he had no right to blame me for paying him back in kind.
“Alright.” Ye Yiheng extended his hand to take it, and looking at the small porcelain bottle in his hand, which was nothing special, he asked, “What is this medicine?”
The incident had just occurred, and should Ye Zhenxian suffer an accident, Prince Zhenbei Mansion and the Eastern Palace would be the prime suspects. Thus, he had originally planned to take action after Ye Zhenxian was released from prison.
Now that Leng Yu Yan mentioned poisoning, at the very least, he needed to know what the poison was.
Leng Yu Yan curved her lips, “Your Highness, rest assured, it won’t take Prince Xian’s life, just give him a taste of suffering for now.”
“Commandery Princess, you are truly cunning,” Ye Yiheng said, with a rise at the corner of his eye, gazing at her with his deep, ocean-like eyes. “Having rid myself of the protection from Extreme Joy Powder, now you want me to risk my life for you.”
Her own little schemes were transparent before him, and moreover, his gaze seemed to harbor a few strands of intrigue she couldn’t fathom.
Leng Yu Yan pursed her lips, hesitating, “It does seem a bit unfair. How about I cook for Your Highness to make it worthwhile?”
“Only food?”
“Of course, there will be dishes. At this point, I can’t manage much more. Four dishes and one soup, will that do?”
As she spoke, she fluttered her beautiful eyes, looking at him pitifully, hoping greatly that he would agree.
Ye Yiheng’s thin lips parted slightly, “Granted.”
His voice was as cool and clear as jade, yet it was an assent.
Upon hearing this, she smiled, her eyes curving beautifully, making her clear eyes appear even more stunning.
“Then I will head to the kitchen first.”
Ye Yiheng gave a light “hmm” and watched her leave with a spring in her step.
After Leng Yu Yan left the pavilion, Ye Yiheng called Ling Lang over and tossed the porcelain bottle to him.
Ling Lang caught the bottle firmly in his palm, “Your Highness, what is this medicine?”
“Figure it out.”
Ling Lang uncapped it and took a sniff, then immediately covered it, his tone growing stern, “This medicine is harmful to men. Where did Your Highness obtain this?”
Ye Yiheng remained silent.
Ling Lang frowned and asked, “Did the Commandery Princess give it to you?”
“Tell me exactly what harm does this medicine do?”
“A man who takes this medicine will be vigorous for a while, believing himself to be unbeatable, but after that period, his vigor will fade, and he’ll be as good as a spent man.”
Ye Yiheng snickered, perfect for use on Ye Zhenxian.
This man, who typically relied on medicines to aid his vigor, once he used this substance, even if something were to go wrong later, nobody would be able to trace the cause.
As opposed to Ye Yiheng’s relaxed chuckle, Ling Lang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, surprised to find that the Princess was not only ruthless to herself but even more so to her enemies.
Such a tender person, yet when it came to revenge, her methods were truly ruthless!
And she was adept at using the peculiarities of her enemies—indeed, impressive!
“Someone.” Ye Yiheng spoke to the shadows.
Mo Chen emerged immediately, “Your Highness?”
“Sprinkle this medicine into Ye Zhenxian’s food.”
Mo Chen took the small porcelain bottle and bowed before departing.
Silently, he approached Prince Xian Mansion, and seeing one of the Prince’s staff carrying a food box onto the horse carriage, Mo Chen’s mind raced, and he followed the carriage for a few miles.
Sure enough, that dog, Prince Xian, was going to the prison to see Ye Zhen.
Outside the prison, while the staff member chatted with the prison guard, Mo Chen took the opportunity to sprinkle the medicine powder from the bottle into the rice and dishes inside the food box.
Suddenly, the staff member and the prison guard seemed to sense movement in the horse carriage and turned their gaze in unison…
