On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince's Hidden Illness-Chapter 162 - He Cares About Her

Chapter 162: Chapter 162 He Cares About Her

The day passed, and only after making indirect inquiries did she learn that it was Song Guo who initially saw Miao Zhu waving, leading to their embarkation on the ship.

Song Guo, brazen-faced, asked, “Can’t you and His Highness really reconcile?”

“It’s not a question of reconciling or not,” Leng Yu Yan shook her head indifferently, “Consider that he is the Crown Prince, and I am but a commoner. The engagement was decreed by the Emperor, and annulled by the Emperor. Just this fact is an insurmountable barrier for anyone.”

“In the current situation, any other woman in the world could marry him, but I absolutely cannot.”

The marriage granted by the Emperor himself, now cancelled, meant that there was no longer a possibility for any connection between him and her.

“Besides, you know that I’ve never wished to be the Crown Princess Consort.”

“The way things stand now is good for him, and good for me as well.”

Song Guo sighed, “Miss, His Highness likely holds you in his heart.”

“Don’t make jokes with me, Eunuch Song Guo,” Leng Yu Yan deflected, “Why have you come to Jiangnan?”

“His Highness truly came looking for you.”

Seeing that he would not tell the truth, Leng Yu Yan directly asked, “Is it because of the floods in Jiangnan? I saw that many of the cabins are storing medicines for disease prevention.”

She had smelled the scent of herbs as soon as she boarded the ship.

With a smile, Song Guo candidly admitted, “There’s no fooling Miss. The Jiangnan floods are one reason, finding you is another. On the day I noticed Miss had taken the pearls gifted by His Highness, it seemed you held His Highness in your heart, so…”

Leng Yu Yan suddenly realized the crux of the matter.

Pearls could be used in medicine, and were also beautiful to look at; she truly liked them, which is why she took them.

He had gone to Jiangnan for disaster relief, and sought her out on the way to retrieve the pearls?

After all, a single pearl was worth a fortune.

Two or three pearls could buy a large mansion in the capital!

He had never truly liked her from the beginning; his search for her, after much thought, must have been solely for the case of pearls.

The large boat rocked, and Leng Yu Yan furrowed her brow.

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Seeing this, Song Guo asked with concern, “Miss, are you seasick again?”

“I’ve been nauseous for several days now.”

“Miss is unwell, and His Highness has not seen you these days; I think you two could talk again in a few days,” Song Guo suggested.

By then, speaking her mind might be easier.

Moreover, if His Highness saw her face had grown thinner, he would surely feel pained.

Leng Yu Yan pressed her temples, “You are indeed loyal, you deserve a raise.”

Song Guo laughed, “Those words should be heard by His Highness; it’s His Highness who will increase my monthly salary.”

Ye Yiheng stood some distance away inside a cabin, overhearing their conversation, his expression icy cold to the bone.

She could laugh unguardedly to others, converse calmly and serenely, but to him, she seemed covered in thorns.

In her heart, could it be that even Song Guo ranked higher than him?

—

That night, it was late and quiet.

Suddenly, the sky began to pour down rain.

On the cold Jiangnan river, a sizeable mist rose from the water surface, instantly blurring the line between heaven and earth, deepening the shroud of the night.

The downpour on the river was suffocating.

Faint-hearted, Leng Yu Yan went to bed early.

However, Ye Yiheng was restless in bed, aggravated at the thought of her being able to talk calmly to anyone else.

Possessed as if by a ghost, he found himself in her room.

In her room, there was a faint, elusive scent; Ye Yiheng furrowed his brow slightly. The layouts of the two rooms were identical, and he had no difficulties walking smoothly to her bedside.

The person on the bed breathed lightly and evenly, apparently in deep sleep.

He stood emotionless by the bed for a moment, then the person beneath the covers murmured something inaudible, her voice sweet yet petulant.

Suddenly, she turned over, shifting from her side to lie on her back.

For some reason, Ye Yiheng reached out, listened to her breathing, and his fingers accurately traced across her soft lips.

Still so tender, so delicate.

Like an electric shock, he withdrew his hand.

But he couldn’t suppress a certain factor wreaking havoc in his heart, and his large palm encircled her face.

As soon as he cupped it, he was startled—the girl’s face seemed to have grown even smaller.

He pinched her face, and although it was as tender and soft as ever, it was clear she had lost weight.

This girl was never plump to begin with, with a waist so slender it could break with a pinch.

If she had lost weight, how should she be nourished back to health?

Ye Yiheng withdrew his hand again in irritation—why was he concerned about her?

Why should he care about this liar who didn’t want to stay by his side?

Unconsciously, his hand moved to her delicate throat.

There—he had bitten her twice.

Once above the collarbone, and once at the back of the neck.

At that moment, Leng Yu Yan turned her body, and her small hands climbed onto his large palm; her cheek rubbed against the pillow, consequently causing his palm to graze the skin of her neck.

His touch was nothing but slippery sensation…

In an instant, Ye Yiheng felt a surge of agitation within him.

This place was no longer suitable, and he left the room.

—

The next day.

Leng Yu Yan got up. She felt less seasick than the day before, probably due to the slower sailing of the ship.

Strangely, she had that dream again last night.

Since leaving the capital city and returning to Linqing Pavilion, then setting off for Jiangnan, she hadn’t had those kinds of dreams in this period.

What was even more dreadful was that last night she dreamt she was thrown overboard, floating and sinking on the river surface, unable to grasp any driftwood.

Just when she finally found a piece of driftwood and held onto it tightly, the driftwood drifted away on its own.

The rain outside tapered off. Leng Yu Yan left her room, with Miao Zhu holding an umbrella, taking in fresh air on the deck.

The dream from the entire last night left her feeling utterly exhausted, as if she had been fished out from the river.

Song Guo hurried over, anxiously saying, “Miss, His Highness is having a bout of his cold disease, can you use acupuncture to wake him?”

“Cold disease flare-up?” Leng Yu Yan slightly frowned—wasn’t he alright yesterday?

“It might have flared up during the night; His Highness’s body is cold all over.”

“Have you consulted an Imperial Physician?”

Usually, Ye Yiheng, being frail, would take an Imperial Physician with him when traveling. Moreover, they were headed to deal with water disasters; it was more reason to have one.

“The Imperial Physician who specializes in epidemic diseases went to Jiangnan with Prince Qing early on. His Highness didn’t bring an Imperial Physician on this trip.”

Hearing this, Leng Yu Yan felt a softening in her heart: “Alright, I’ll go have a look.”

However, the moment she stepped into his room, she saw that Ye Yiheng had already sat up, leaning against the backrest.

Song Guo was somewhat surprised: “Your Highness, you’re awake. Since you are up, let Miss take your pulse.”

Leng Yu Yan walked over, her fingers moved slightly, just about to reach out…

Ye Yiheng raised his hand to wave, a cold sternness between his brows: “All of you, out!”

He didn’t need her touch!

Suddenly, a commotion came from outside.

Then Leng Yu Yan heard Ji Qingyu’s voice: “Ah Yan, Ah Yan, where are you?”

Leng Yu Yan withdrew her hand—if it weren’t for Song Guo’s request, she wouldn’t have come to take his pulse.

Turning around, she left his room.

“Qingyu, I’m here.”

In the room, Ye Yiheng heard her calling Ji Qingyu in a clear and pleasing voice. His slender fingers tightened, knuckles standing out sharply.

Mo Chen was holding back Leng Song, but he couldn’t stop Ji Qingyu.

Liu Yun and Yin Shuang extended their arms to block Ji Qingyu, only to be pushed away with two sweeps of his palms.

By the time Leng Yu Yan reached the deck, Ji Qingyu was looking at her with a warm smile: “Ah Yan, I’ve come to take you away!”