On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince's Hidden Illness-Chapter 41 - Married for the Lonely
Chapter 41: Chapter 41 Married for the Lonely
“Brother, they’re my friends, how can you speak like that?”
Mi Xinmei looked apologetically toward Leng Yu Yan and Lai Jiajia.
Lai Jiajia frowned and said, “If I were your sister, I would be heartbroken right now.”
“I’m sorry, Yu Yan!” Mi Xinmei’s face, covered in acne, turned beet red with embarrassment, “My brother, he…”
Leng Yu Yan gave a gentle smile, “It’s alright, whatever your brother wishes to say, I’m all ears.”
Mi Xinrong, limping, sat down on a chair by the window, without looking at Leng Yu Yan, and spoke directly to his sister, “Xinmei, your face is far better than hers, and not like hers, unsuitable to be seen. If her dietary therapy is truly effective, why doesn’t she start by removing the unsightly blemishes from her own face?”
“Well spoken, can you listen to me now?” Leng Yu Yan smiled faintly, then became serious, “The cause of the marks on my face is complex, related to Xinmei’s acne and dietary habits, which are two different issues.”
“Having spots on my face is not by choice, just as having a leg injury is not by your choice.” Leng Yu Yan stood up and walked to the veranda, lifting her eyes to the horizon, “There are many things in life, that if approached with negativity, may not turn out as hoped. But if you put forth the effort, even if you take a step back, you will discover a wider world.”
Hearing this, Mi Xinmei sighed, “Yu Yan, I’m really envious of you, of how cheerful you are, and how you don’t care about what others say. But I can’t do it, I just can’t.”
“What I just said was not only meant for you, but for your brother as well!” Leng Yu Yan slowly turned around, “If you believe me, follow the diet for a while, and during that period, attend the academy.”
After saying that, she took out a dietary recipe she had written at the academy from her sleeve pocket and placed it on the table.
Seeing the conversation finally get to the point, Lai Jiajia hurriedly agreed, “Exactly, Xinmei, the more you hide at home, the less your problems will resolve themselves. It’s better to attend the academy rather than hide away at home!”
Mi Xinmei’s hand trembled as she picked up the recipe, but Mi Xinrong slapped it to the ground with a flick of his wrist.
“Brother, countless doctors have seen my face to no avail, might as well consider this an attempt.”
Mi Xinmei bent down to pick it up, only to have the recipe trapped under Mi Xinrong’s lame leg.
Seeing this, Leng Yu Yan’s brows knitted slightly.
Her recipe, which some would pay ten thousand gold for, was being trampled underfoot.
Anger flickered in her eyes as she said coldly, “War does not discriminate, how many have been sacrificed on the battlefield? Your decadence and distrust in others is the reason for your lack of ambition!”
The words from the girl before him ignited rage in Mi Xinrong, “You’re a woman, you don’t have to go to the battlefield, so you can talk lightly.”
Lai Jiajia’s temper flared up instantly, her voice rising sharply, “How dare you speak like that? Our eldest brother died on the battlefield!”
“Our eldest brother and my sister are full-blooded siblings, you and your siblings have both parents.” Lai Jiajia slammed her hand down on the table, rising to her feet, “My sister lost her birth mother, lost her eldest brother, and was even betrothed to the Crown Prince by my uncle in place of my third sister. If she were like you, not actively facing life, wouldn’t she be in despair every day?”
Mi Xinmei was extremely embarrassed, “I’m so sorry, Yu Yan, Jiajia, my brother has been rash!”
Leng Yu Yan shook her head inwardly, “Sister, let’s go!”
Before, when she saw Mi Xinrong’s lame leg, she immediately thought of the injury from the battlefield, and later learned it was from the war five years ago, which reminded her of the war her own brother had fought in.
If possible, she wished to learn the details of the war from this man.
But she never expected him to be so defeatist!
Such a waste of her goodwill!
Mi Xinrong was left standing there in a daze.
It was as if something inside him collapsed, revealing the sharpness that should have been there.
He bent down to pick up the recipe, unfolding it to read.
The brushstrokes in regular script were immaculately written, revealing at first glance the deep foundation in calligraphy.
Their beauty and strength were unforgettable.
Mi Xinmei snatched the recipe from her brother’s hands and ran after them, shouting as she ran, “Yu Yan, Jiajia, I will go to the academy tomorrow!”
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On the other side, Song Guo returned to the Eastern Palace.
He had just alighted from the horse carriage when he saw Jian Lecheng hurry out of the Eastern Palace gates, stopping in front of the carriage with his eyes darting eagerly into its interior.
“Young Master, take care now!”
Jian Lecheng leaned towards the carriage door, lowering his voice, “Has she come?”
Song Guo shook his head, “Miss Lai Wu said she had matters to attend to today and would not come.”
This answer overturned Jian Lecheng’s understanding.
He had always thought that although Leng Yu Yan said she didn’t want to marry into the Eastern Palace, in reality, she was playing hard to get.
All it would take was to pick her up, and she would scurry over excitedly.
But she hadn’t come!
Both men moved in unison toward Ye Yiheng.
Ye Yiheng was sitting upright at his desk, writing, and upon hearing their footsteps, didn’t even lift his head, “She didn’t come.”
His voice was indifferent, his tone resolute, as if this was all within his expectations.
Jian Lecheng quickened his pace, “Your Highness, how did you know?”
“I guessed.” Ye Yiheng slowly lifted his gaze, “You’ve lost the bet. Have you thought of what you owe?”
Like a gentleman of jade, proud and distant.
Carrying an undeniable aura of authority.
Jian Lecheng was taken aback; the Crown Prince’s presence had an intense sharpness that made him inwardly shiver.
Remembering that they had grown up together since childhood, he tried to ingratiate himself with a smile, “Your Highness, what else could we possibly wager on? Money is so vulgar!”
Ignoring his playfulness, Ye Yiheng spoke expressionlessly, “Wasn’t it you who suggested it?”
“It was your servant who proposed the bet.” Jian Lecheng suddenly dropped to his knees, “Your Highness, I was wrong, and I have lost! In this life, your servant shall follow only you, obeying every command!”
Even his way of referring to himself had changed.
Ye Yiheng put his brush down and glanced at him, “Get up, you’re making too much of it. It’s not like asking you to marry Lai Wu is a matter of life and death.”
His tone was light, yet his words scared Jian Lecheng to collapse onto the floor, “Your Highness might as well take my life.”
“I thought you made the bet because you fancied Lai Wu.” Ye Yiheng stood up with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, “In that case, I should fulfill your wish.”
His gaze was calm, but it held an invisible pressure.
Jian Lecheng crawled forward, attempting to grab the hem of Ye Yiheng’s robe, but the latter avoided him smoothly and without a sound.
“Your Highness, I was wrong!” Jian Lecheng wailed, “Lai Wu is the Crown Princess Consort appointed by the Emperor, how could she marry someone like me? Your Highness, I should not have made the bet!”
Seeing him like this, Ye Yiheng frowned slightly, his disdain clear as he looked at him, “Alright, get up.”
Jian Lecheng wiped his tears, joyfully exclaiming, “You’re not blaming me anymore?”
Ye Yiheng huffed and continued walking out of the study.
Song Guo, watching Jian Lecheng kneeling on the ground, couldn’t help but chuckle, “Young Master, please get up.”
Jian Lecheng sighed, “Next time I make a bet, I must think through the stakes beforehand.”
To avoid being so easily manipulated by Your Highness again.
Song Guo shook his head, offering a hand to help, “Young Master, your skin is exceptionally thick.”
“It has to be, otherwise how could I serve as the companion to Your Highness?” Jian Lecheng took support from Song Guo’s arm, finally getting up from the ground and dusting off his clothes, where there was no dust at all.
Life in the Eastern Palace was far too dull, as was the interior of His Highness’s heart. Performing antics occasionally before His Highness—that was part of the reason for his existence.
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