On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince's Hidden Illness-Chapter 785: He’s Worse Than a Wolf

Baili Zhengrong raised his hand, pointing at Leng Yu Yan and explained with a smile, "Now that I’m her brother, naturally, I should call the Second Young Master ’Second Brother.’"

Leng Yuqing’s handsome brows furrowed slightly, "Sister and brother, who can explain this in detail?"

Ye Yiheng smiled faintly, shaking his head, "Everyone please take a seat first." Then he glanced sideways at Song Guo.

Leng Yuqing slowly took his seat, while Baili Zhengrong poured wine for everyone present before sitting down.

At the same time, Song Guo spoke up, "Second Young Master, here’s what happened: the Empress of Nandian took the Crown Princess Consort as her daughter, so the Crown Princess Consort became Prince Zhengrong’s sister."

"How can this be allowed?" Leng Yuqing stood up abruptly, "This has not been consulted with my father and mother, and even if it were, they would never agree."

Leng Yu Yan tugged at his sleeve, "Second Brother, calm down, let’s sit and talk."

Second Brother was the best-tempered of her four brothers. If even he was this agitated upon hearing the news, what about the other three?

Each of the four brothers had different tempers, but they all took after the Father King. It was clear that if the Father King knew about this, he would be furious beyond measure.

Leng Yuqing sat down again, his handsome eyes fixed on Baili Zhengrong, "Xiaoshan, explain yourself clearly!"

Baili Zhengrong said, "Sister cured our Father Emperor’s headache. Father Emperor wanted to reward her, and after much consideration, he recognized her as his daughter and conferred upon her the title of Princess."

Leng Yuqing laughed in spite of his anger, "Such a rare reward from the Emperor of Nandian. My father treasures Yan’er as the apple of his eye; now the Emperor of Nandian dares to snatch her away. He has daughters aplenty; does he have no shame?"

Of course, Baili Zhengrong would not mention that his father and mother once considered Leng Yu Yan as a potential daughter-in-law, only to later find out she belonged to another family, so they had to settle for a second choice.

Thinking about this, he smiled sheepishly, "Second Brother, don’t be angry. From now on, Sister will have not only Beilan City but also Nandian backing her, both are beneficial."

"This makes sense," Leng Yuqing sighed. Then he thought, if Nandian harbored any ambitions, it would only become a burden for Yan’er. With this in mind, he pointedly said, "You’re now the Prince of Nandian. I advise you to behave and keep Nandian in line. Do you understand what I mean?"

Baili Zhengrong nodded solemnly, "Second Brother, rest assured, I understand!"

The exchange between the two was music to Ye Yiheng’s ears.

There was no need for him to add more.

It had to be said, his several uncles were all notable figures, astute in perceiving people and matters, each possessing unique insights.

"Enough talk, let’s start eating." Leng Yu Yan called out with a smile, "The menu today is my doing; please eat and see if it’s to your liking."

Then the three men began to eat.

After the meal, Baili Zhengrong mentioned that he would be leaving the Tiansheng Capital early the next morning.

Leng Yu Yan thus ordered Miao Zhusongguo to bring the gifts she had prepared the night before.

"Peaches for you to eat, Floral Dew Ointment for the Princess," she said, smiling as she pointed to gifts wrapped in different boxes, "And this is for the Nandian Emperor—a Tiancheng-specific inkstone. Take it all with you."

Baili Zhengrong was happy to accept, looking at a big jar of peaches, he grinned, "Now I can eat for a long time!"

Leng Yuqing moved his lips slightly and finally couldn’t help but speak, "Sister, what about mine?"

"The Eastern Palace has plenty of peaches, Second Brother, you can eat as many as you wish."

Leng Yuqing pointed to the big jar of peaches cradled in Baili Zhengrong’s arms, "But I just want to eat that kind."

Leng Yu Yan shook her head and pulled Baili Zhengrong to the corner, instructing, "Your status is different now. Safety comes first on your way back to Nandian, and once you’re back in Nandian, you must not let your guard down. Do you understand?"

"Don’t worry, Sister!" Baili Zhengrong laughed, "Father Emperor said, once I’ve learned enough, I can come and stay longer in Tiansheng."

Watching them as sister and brother walked away, Ye Yiheng spoke lightly, "Second Uncle, don’t feel left out. The jar of peaches that Yan Yan gave to Xiaoshan was originally made for me to eat."

Her voice carried endless melancholy.

Hearing this made Leng Yuqing’s mood instantly improve.

In the corner, Leng Yu Yan couldn’t help but touch Baili Zhengrong’s hair, smiling purely, "The first time I saw your white hair, I thought the young man was blessed to have such hair, as it made his features even more perfect. Now that I think about it, you’re already the Prince of Nandian, and perhaps the white hair isn’t quite appropriate. I’ve even considered ways to restore its original black color."

Baili Zhengrong never expected his white hair to be considered a synonym for handsomeness in her eyes, which made him ecstatic. He replied, "There’s no need to change it back, I’ve already grown accustomed to it."

Leng Yu Yan nodded, "But considering your hair color is caused by poisoning, it’s probably irreversible, so changing it back to the original color would indeed be quite difficult."

"There’s no trouble, sister. I quite like my white hair," Baili Zhengrong said with a laugh.

Such a distinctive feature he had – whenever sister thought of white hair, it meant she was thinking of him.

After the chat, Leng Yu Yan had her servants prepare an abundance of dried fruits and provisions for Baili Zhengrong’s journey.

Leng Yuqing shook his head helplessly; he could almost imagine how furious Father King must be after finding out Yan’er was considered Baili Shuo’s daughter!

Could it be?

All the kindness Yan’er showed to Xiaoshan should have been for him, her brother!

After all, he was the only brother she had in the capital.

Thinking that Xiaoshan would be leaving the capital tomorrow, he let out a long sigh of relief.

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That night, all was silent.

The occasional bird flitted past the window, accompanied by a few chirping tweets.

Ye Yiheng watched Leng Yu Yan, who was sewing by the window, quietly, feeling at this moment that the woman before him was entirely his.

During the day, Baili Zhengrong and Leng Yuqing had claimed it was time to return and not to impose any further, yet they lingered, and after dining at the Eastern Palace, the pair finally took their leave.

Watching her threading the needle, Ye Yiheng couldn’t help but become curious, so he strolled over.

"Yanyan, are you making clothes for me?"

It must be so, to make up for her neglect of him today.

Leng Yu Yan didn’t even lift her head, her hands moving quickly with the needle and thread.

"No, I’m making a bone-shaped pillow for Yinhui." After sewing a bit more, she lifted up the bone-shaped fabric, "Your Highness, do you think it looks good?"

Ye Yiheng’s eyebrows furrowed, feeling he was less regarded than a wolf?

Leng Yu Yan resumed her sewing, "Yinhui has hidden so much meat and bones for us, so I thought of making it a small gift. When it sleeps, it can use it to rest its head or lean against; during the day, it can play with it by carrying it around."

Ye Yiheng nodded, sighing inwardly, not wishing to say more and quietly sat down to watch her sew.

In no time, she finished sewing a small, arm-length bone pillow, stuffed it with cotton, sealed it with needle and thread, and patted it into shape.

She stood up with delight, "I’ll take it to Yinhui."

After their return to the Eastern Palace, Ye Yin Hui had moved from the Dark Guard Bureau to reside in a side room of the sleeping chambers.

Even though it was late at night, the wolf had not fallen asleep, due to its nature.

When Leng Yu Yan arrived at the side room, the creature was quietly lying in its den.

Although the room was lit, she still saw the wolf’s eyes emitting a faint, cold light, which oddly enough, sometimes resembled a certain someone at certain times.