On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince's Hidden Illness

Chapter 220: Chapter 220 Lingering Affection

Chapter 220: Chapter 220 Lingering Affection

His cold, clear voice came from behind.

For some reason, at this moment, it sounded both muffled and hoarse.

Leng Yu Yan halted her steps, but without turning her head, she said, “Suit yourself! After all, it’s Your Highness’s finger. If Your Highness doesn’t cherish it, what can anyone else’s consoling do?”

Ye Yiheng looked down, his voice quiet, “The blood stained on the palm of my hand, you cleaned it for me.”

Seeing she did not move, he continued, “Since you said wounds should not touch water and I fear others might not clean it well, I must trouble the Commandery Princess.”

Reluctantly, Leng Yu Yan returned to the table and sat down, took a cloth, dampened it, and delicately wiped the palm of his hand.

Unexpectedly, he twisted his wrist, grabbing her hand firmly.

“What are you doing?” Leng Yu Yan exclaimed, immediately struggling, trying to pull her hand free from his palm, “Let go of me!”

Ye Yiheng stood up, pulled her from the stool, and held her tightly in his arms, his injured hand gripping hers securely.

Seeing the wrapped cloth quickly turning red with fresh blood, Leng Yu Yan stomped her foot in anger, “Release me, don’t you care about your hand?”

“Leng Yu Yan, I tell you, even if I do not want you, you cannot choose another man!”

Leng Yu Yan could not understand, “You said you granted me freedom, why can’t I choose another man?”

Ye Yiheng raised an eyebrow, “I saw you drinking with Ji Qingyu; I was displeased. How about that?”

“Madman!” She fumed, her face turning bright red, “I only sipped once.”

“Not even once.”

“What must I do for you to let me go?”

“Ji Qingyu toasted you five times; now you must drink five cups with me.”

“But my brothers blocked the first four cups, you can’t be unreasonable!”

“I don’t care, drink these five cups, and I will let you go. Otherwise, within this room, I don’t mind something more intimate happening.”

While speaking, he meaningfully glanced at the bed.

Leng Yu Yan was terrified and ceased to struggle, softening her tone as much as possible, “You have a wound on your hand, you shouldn’t drink.”

“No matter.” Ye Yiheng, still holding her, called toward the door, “Song Guo, bring the wine jug and cups.”

He really wanted to say, “I regret it!”

“I regret giving you the promise of freedom.”

“I plan to bind you by my side for all eternity!”

“In this life and hereafter!”

But the pride and dignity of being the Crown Prince prevented him from speaking those words.

As Ji Qingyu fretted in circles beside the Water Pavilion, the Leng Family members were all present, not showing concern—what could he do?

Seeing his son’s anxiety, Ye Yuan pulled him to toast the Old Prince Zhenbei couple and the Prince Zhenbei couple.

Seeing the genteel Prince Qing in front of them, compared to the Crown Prince who had injured his finger, the impression of Ji Qingyu rose a notch among the Leng Family.

Seeing Lai Ran showing him a slight smile, the cloud in Ji Qingyu’s heart dispersed.

Song Guo quickly brought a jug of wine and two cups into the side chamber.

He had just placed the wine jug and cups when he saw his lord’s injured hand tightly gripping the Commandery Princess’s wrist.

The blood completely soaked the bandage, coloring even the Commandery Princess’s wrist with his blood.

Song Guo expressed his concern, “Your Highness, your hand!”

Ye Yiheng merely glanced down, seemingly unfazed by pain.

Leng Yu Yan suppressed the turmoil in her heart and, in front of Song Guo, tried to speak softly, “I will bandage Your Highness’s hand again, please let go!”

Only then did Ye Yiheng loosen his grip.

Leng Yu Yan bandaged his hand again, cursing him as a madman in her mind and regretting her soft-heartedness.

If he himself did not care for his hand, why should she pity him?

After re-bandaging, Ye Yiheng asked Song Guo to leave, then poured two cups of wine himself.

Knowing her limited tolerance for alcohol, Leng Yu Yan knew that if she consumed these five cups, she would definitely be drunk.

At that time, I didn’t know whether I’d act crazy from the alcohol or do something to someone.

Gradually, my grip on the wine glass tightened, and in a negotiating tone, I tentatively asked, “Your Highness, I don’t drink alcohol, can I be excused from drinking?”

Ye Yiheng’s profound gaze fell upon me.

“You drank with Ji Qingyu, why won’t you drink with me?”

His voice was cool and left no room for negotiation.

Hearing this, Leng Yu Yan steeled her heart, closed her eyes, picked up her wine cup, and gulped down all the wine in it.

The spicy alcohol burned her throat, making her beautiful eyes water and the corners of her eyes subtly flush red.

Taking a sip of this wine felt mediocre.

Now that I had downed a full cup, I felt like I was on fire.

I waved my hands repeatedly, “No, no, I can’t drink anymore.”

Ye Yiheng drank the wine in his cup smoothly like flowing water, slowly stood up, leaned toward me, and said with a half-smile, “Your alcohol tolerance still hasn’t improved at all.”

As he spoke, his lips were just an inch away from my face.

His breath, cool and slightly bitter with the pleasant scent of alcohol, wafted over and brushed past my ears, my face, and my lips.

“Why are the tips of the Commandery Princess’s ears red?” he teased, then straightened up, “There are four more cups.”

“Ye Yiheng, you know very well I can’t hold my liquor, what exactly are you trying to do?”

Realizing I had directly addressed him by his name, which was inappropriate, I immediately changed my tone, “I don’t want to drink the remaining four cups. How will you allow me to leave, Your Highness?”

Ye Yiheng lifted my chin with his hand, his fingertips delicately caressing my chin.

Her skin was soft and delicate like congealed fat.

His gaze moved lower, to her lips which seemed even more attractive and flushed from the wine…

Is there really poison in them?

His gaze lingered on her lips, filled with tenderness and contradiction.

Heart pounding from his inexplicable stare, Leng Yu Yan, in a moment of panic, stood up, successfully breaking free from his grasp.

“Please, Your Highness, refrain from touching me without reason!”

With those words, Leng Yu Yan ran towards the door.

Fearing the madman would follow, she hitched up her skirts and ran faster and faster.

Seeing her run away like that, Ye Yiheng shook his head, refilled his own wine glass, and then filled hers with wine.

“I’ll drink the remaining four cups for you.”

And so, he drank eight cups before leaving the room.

Song Guo had been standing outside the door the whole time, hearing everything that had taken place inside.

Would this action of His Highness push the Commandery Princess even further away?

What exactly happened between His Highness and the Commandery Princess today? This morning, wasn’t he happy eating the mooncakes?

Song Guo was utterly baffled.

Could it be because he told His Highness that the mooncakes were made by the Commandery Princess, His Highness sought her out, she denied it, and then a conflict ensued?

If that were true, wouldn’t his sin be grave?

Because the Commandery Princess had told him not to say that she made the mooncakes.

Terrified, Song Guo followed Ye Yiheng uneasily.

The master and servant headed towards the lakeside seating area.

As they approached the seat, Ye Yiheng’s aura instantly turned icy cold.

Leng Yu Yan was not in sight!

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Seeing Commandery Prince Ye Yiheng, Princess Zhenbei, and the Old Princess Consort sitting together in a harmonious and cheerful manner, Ye Yiheng’s mood grew even darker.

He looked around, and indeed, Ji Qingyu was also missing.

Had she just left him and rushed to meet Ji Qingyu so eagerly?