On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince's Hidden Illness-Chapter 277 - When Will You Marry Me
Chapter 277 -277 When Will You Marry Me
Hearing this, Gao Yuan and Mi Xinrong ceased their actions.
Mi Xinrong even knelt on one knee, clenched his fist, and said loudly, “Mi Xinrong shall do it!”
“Good,” Li Yuyue pointed at Gao Yuan, “You take him to familiarize with the military affairs.”
Gao Yuan acknowledged and left with Mi Xinrong.
Watching them walk away, Li Yuyue then lowered his voice, “Grandfather and Father King went to the palace this morning, and tactfully expressed to the Emperor their wish to return to Beilan City.”
“What was the result?”
“The Emperor used the excuse that the Tian Family has not yet formed a marital alliance with our family, and would not allow us to go back.” As he spoke, Li Yuyue looked at her with a pained expression.
Being looked at like that, Leng Yu Yan was somewhat puzzled, “Big brother, why are you looking at me like this?”
Li Yuyue’s brows furrowed deeply, “The Emperor knows Father King is extremely fond of his daughter, and has specifically designated that the marriage alliance must include you.”
Even if he were willing to become the Ninth Princess’s Prince Consort, the Emperor would not allow the Prince Zhenbei Mansion to return to Beilan City.
“Previously, the Crown Prince requested the consent for marriage, but the Emperor refused on the grounds of my birth mother’s reputation.”
Leng Yu Yan suddenly understood; the Emperor was certain of her deep affections for the Crown Prince, and with her mother’s reputation being indeed problematic to restore, he used this as an excuse to delay Prince Zhenbei Mansion, with the implication of keeping the entire mansion under virtual house arrest in the capital.
“If the Emperor disagrees with you and the Crown Prince, could it be that we must choose someone else?” Li Yuyue asked and answered himself, “No, not one of Ye Family’s Princes is worthy!”
Even if his sister married one of Ye Family’s Princes, when the time came for Prince Zhenbei Mansion to return to Beilan City, his sister would still be trapped in the Capital City.
The Emperor must have seized on this fact to be so persistent.
“Big brother, don’t worry,” Leng Yu Yan tugged at his sleeve, “There will always be a way.”
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That night.
The moonlight was clear, and the moon gleamed like flowing water.
Leng Yu Yan stood by the window, staring at the mottled tree shadows in a trance.
Suddenly, a shadow flashed before her eyes, and swiftly, the shadow appeared in front of her.
The two, one inside the window, the other outside…
After a long mutual gaze, Ye Yiheng spoke warmly, “The night wind is cold, Commandery Princess, by blocking the window, do you not wish to let me enter?”
His voice was as ever, cold and tinged with a hint of teasing.
Leng Yu Yan moved to the side and stood silently.
Ye Yiheng’s lips lifted slightly, and with a press of his hand on the windowsill, he leaped into the room.
Walking to the table, he poured himself some water and drank. Seeing her still standing by the window lost in thought, he took the cup and walked over to her.
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“What are you looking at?”
“Nothing, Your Highness, what brings you here?”
Ye Yiheng presented a wooden box right before her eyes, “Duck necks are quite enjoyable to gnaw on.”
But not nearly as delightful as nibbling on her!
Seeing the familiar wooden box, a slight smile crossed Leng Yu Yan’s face, “Is it a pearl from Nandian Country?”
“Indeed.”
Leng Yu Yan opened the box and looked at the lustrous and smooth pearls inside, biting her lip, “Your Highness, what is this for?”
“These pearls are of no use to me, they might as well be with you.”
Ye Yiheng’s eyes sparkled with a fragmented light; this woman was in fact a person of cold heart and indifference, not easily impressed by many things. It was rare for her to like these pearls, and in this, he too preferred to indulge her.
“Thank you!”
She was not one to covet wealth, but these pearls deeply captivated her heart.
They were truly beautiful!
Each pearl was a delight indeed just to behold; holding and playing with them in hand, even more so, felt pleasingly smooth to the touch.
Cradling the box, she walked to the table and examined them carefully under the lamplight.
Suddenly, I noticed that the wooden box had traces of being re-nailed, and my brow twitched slightly as I turned to look at him sitting beside me.
“What’s this all about?”
“The wooden box had broken apart heartily, that’s why it’s like this.”
Ye Yiheng regretted not replacing it with a new box.
Remembering the not-so-pleasant experience aboard the ship, Leng Yu Yan didn’t ask further and placed the pearls back into the box, sliding the lid shut.
As if recalling that period simultaneously, the two of us fell silent for a while.
After a long time, Leng Yu Yan mustered up the courage to say, “Your Highness, I have an audacious request, and I hope you will acquiesce!”
Ye Yiheng said nothing, walked to her side, and bent down to lift her into his arms.
The unexpected embrace made Leng Yu Yan freeze, wanting to struggle, but remembering her request had yet to be voiced, what if he refused?
So, she could only stiffen her body and let him carry her to the bed.
Ye Yiheng’s face was stern, and without a word, he started to lift her skirt, one hand slowly raising the hem…
Higher and higher.
The snow-white skin of her legs was thus revealed, bit by bit, under his gaze.
Her skirt was gathered at her thighs, exposing those slender, well-proportioned, and delicate legs to his deep, ocean-like eyes.
Indeed, the legs of a woman are vastly different from those of a man.
The skin was fine and smooth, more lustrous than the pearls just now, more heart-stirring than the finest mutton fat jade, as if it radiated a glow in the darkness of the night.
Ye Yiheng swallowed hard, his chest pounding uncomfortably, and his grip on her skirt tightened, the bones in his hand clearly defined.
Leng Yu Yan grasped the brocade quilt beside her tightly; she was terrified!
He wouldn’t use a box of pearls to take liberties with her, would he?
Panicked, she moved towards the inside of the bed.
But she didn’t expect her slender ankle to be caught by him, and he produced a jar of scar removal ointment and opened the lid.
“I only came to apply the scar ointment, where did the Commandery Princess’s mind wander?”
She looked at him as if he were a flower thief.
Leng Yu Yan was at a loss for words, her delicate lips parted but unable to utter a single word.
Before her, the tall and straight figure turned slightly, sitting on the edge of the bed. His beautiful, cool fingertips applied some ointment and began to spread it on her knee.
Whether it was the coolness of his fingers or the ointment itself, the chill made Leng Yu Yan retract her leg slightly.
“Don’t move around; the ointment needs to be carefully applied,” he said.
His expression was focused as if he were repairing a fine piece of art.
Watching him, Leng Yu Yan became a bit absent-minded but soon lowered her gaze, her long fan-like eyelashes trembling gently as she spoke softly, “Your Highness, actually, I’ve already applied the scar ointment myself.”
“It was on my leg that you tripped; I bear the responsibility,” he responded.
After applying to one knee, he shifted to the other, the naturally hanging tips of his middle and ring fingers inadvertently brushing against her leg.
Cool, tingling with a numbing chill and itchiness…
That fleeting touch seemed to stroke her very heart. Worse yet, the sensation magnified, again and again.
Leng Yu Yan swallowed, wanting to chide, but it didn’t seem right; he was clearly not doing it on purpose.
Yet, having her knees touched by a man in such a manner exceeded what she could bear from male-female contact, and feelings of shame and panic assaulted her simultaneously.
She looked at him with a bit of fear, and he, concentrating on the ointment, felt her gaze and also looked up to meet her beautiful eyes.
As their eyes met, Leng Yu Yan pressed against her chest where her heart seemed ready to burst out.
The autumn night’s cool breeze poured in through the window but couldn’t dispel the ambiguous undercurrent between them.
With courage from who knows where, Leng Yu Yan grasped her skirt and covered her legs, “Thank you, Your Highness!”
Ye Yiheng closed the lid of the scar removal ointment and toyed with the small box, asking indifferently, “The Commandery Princess mentioned earlier an audacious request, what is it?”
Leng Yu Yan took a deep breath, “When is the soonest Your Highness can marry me?”
He thought he had heard wrong and asked, “What did you say?”
