On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince's Hidden Illness-Chapter 790: Crown Prince Plays the Fool

She could no longer concern herself with so much; she had likely drunk too much water that evening and now urgently needed to relieve herself.

They were husband and wife, her body already thoroughly exposed to him. Being together in the bathhouse was no big deal now.

Besides, there was a screen for privacy.

Ye Yiheng finally understood why she had come.

The fire that he had just managed to suppress instantly flared up again.

Soon, Leng Yu Yan finished her business and cleansed her hands.

As she passed by the bath, she couldn’t help but steal a glance inside.

That single look made Ye Yiheng lose control once more, and he spun around to the edge of the pool, drawing her into his embrace.

The woman in his arms was stunningly beautiful, exuding a natural charm. Even in the plainest nightgown, she was seductively glowing.

Leng Yu Yan hastily closed her eyes. The man held nothing to cover himself!

Not only was he bare, but his body was also icy to the touch.

His cold disease would not flare up so easily now...

From this, it was clear that the bath was filled with cold water.

At this point, Leng Yu Yan could easily guess why he chose to immerse himself in cold water while she was asleep—it was to cool down his ardor!

She had unwittingly walked into the line of fire!

What should she do?

Should she run?

Ye Yiheng kissed her, his thin lips moving from her trembling eyelashes to her cheeks, and then from her cheeks to the side of her lips, softly covering her delicate lips in a lingering caress.

Leng Yu Yan tried to push him away but was caught by the wrist.

Her thin nightgown became damp from the drops of water on his body, and their contrasting temperatures made her heart flutter, as a slow blush crept up her cheeks.

Taking advantage of a moment to catch her breath, she softly persuaded him, "Your Highness, your heart muscle has not yet fully recovered; it’s not suitable for us to consummate our marriage." She paused, her tone colored with a hint of shame and panic, "You said you wanted to arrange our wedding chamber for tonight..."

"We won’t consummate," Ye Yiheng coaxed her, his voice husky as he pinched her tender wrist. "Just touch me."

"Just a touch?"

Leng Yu Yan lifted her eyes, her gaze hazy with sleepiness and blush, adding a sultry quality to her voice.

He nodded with closed eyes, "Hmm."

A man’s mouth, such a deceptive ghost...

The turn of events completely took Leng Yu Yan by surprise!

Even the full moon outside seemed to hide in embarrassment behind the clouds.

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Moat.

A gentle breeze rippled the surface of the water, scattering glittering reflections.

Ji Qingyu stood with his hands clasped behind him on the pleasure boat, frowning as he looked at the full moon. Watching it disappear completely behind the clouds, he suddenly clenched the porcelain bottle in his palm.

Nearby, Leng Song furrowed his brows. The Commandery Prince was holding the small porcelain bottle the Crown Princess Consort had given him—a vial for the cold disease antidote.

The small bottle was exquisitely delicate, and in recent days, the Commandery Prince had been frequently toying with it.

Rather than toying, it seemed more like he was longing for someone as he looked at the object.

That day after leaving the Eastern Palace, the Commandery Prince didn’t return to the Marquis Mansion but instead went back to Miss Qing Ge’s side.

Truth be told, if the Crown Princess Consort had not yet been married, she probably wouldn’t have chosen him.

What woman could delight in a man who dallied among the flowers?

He couldn’t fathom why the Commandery Prince was so melancholic. In matters of the heart, the Commandery Princess was now the Crown Princess Consort, and that was reality. No matter how much the Commandery Prince adored the Commandery Princess, her being the Crown Princess Consort was an unchangeable fact.

Unless the Commandery Prince could take the Crown Princess Consort for himself...

Even if he could succeed, given the Crown Princess Consort’s temperament, would she comply with the Commandery Prince?

What would the people think then?

Leng Song shook his head; he didn’t want to dwell on it anymore. As the Commandery Prince’s man, he would stand by his side no matter what.

Suddenly, a fragrance wafted over, and Leng Song rubbed his nose, turning his head to see that it was Miss Qing Ge bringing over a cape.

She moved quietly up behind the Commandery Prince and considerately draped the cape over his shoulders.

Leng Song averted his gaze, but Qing Ge’s voice still penetrated his ears.

"Commandery Prince, you have the cold disease, be careful not to catch a chill!" Qing Ge tenderly adjusted Ji Qingyu’s cloak and softly said, "It’s getting late, would Commandery Prince like to rest?"

Ji Qingyu remained silent, his grip tightening on the porcelain bottle.

"If Commandery Prince wants to watch the night scenery, Qing Ge will accompany you," she offered.

Slowly, Qing Ge rested her head against Ji Qingyu’s shoulder, and seeing that he didn’t push her away, her heart leaped with joy.

This man had paid for her company for several months, and everyone outside thought she was favored.

Even the brothel owner and the other girls on the flower painting boat thought that their relationship was deep and affectionate, with daily entanglement.

Little did they know, at most he would sleep holding her, never going a step beyond propriety.

Initially, she did not understand why, as he had frequently visited her in previous years, but from last year on he hardly ever came, and only in these recent months he had taken her for himself.

Only later did she find out that he had someone in his heart.

That person occupied his entire heart, and she was terribly envious.

But that same person made him so degenerate, and she was fiercely jealous.

After all, it was just another woman; with a little trickery, she could make that woman sleep with him.

By then, he would realize the woman he cherished was nothing special, and he would surely turn his attention to her.

With all her skills in serving men, she could make him yearn for heaven and fear death.

And how could an ordinary woman compare to her?

In the past, she didn’t know who he was fond of, but it was just two months ago that night she found out he was actually in love with the Crown Princess Consort!

Ha, the Crown Princess Consort, lofty and unreachable.

She was someone people like her could only look up to.

If she brought her down to their level, that would surely be interesting.

Ji Qingyu moved his shoulders, taking off the cloak on his body.

"This prince is not cold."

Qing Ge, puzzled, took the cloak: "But Commandery Prince, you have the cold disease."

Ji Qingyu’s lips curled into a cold smile. Cold disease?

He had to admit, Ah Yan’s medical skill was truly extraordinary. Ever since taking the antidote, his body no longer felt as cold as before.

"You go to sleep, this prince is returning to the Marquis Mansion." Ji Qingyu pinched the small porcelain bottle and turned to Leng Song, "Let’s go."

Leng Song saw that his own Commandery Prince was finally going back to the mansion, and he happily stepped forward, only to be interrupted by Qing Ge speaking up.

"Commandery Prince, you only dare to think of that woman in your heart. As a man, do you dare to do something?" she challenged.

Ji Qingyu laughed: "Do what, exactly?"

Qing Ge also laughed: "Men always think what they can’t have is the best. Why not have her just once, Commandery Prince? Then you’ll know whether she is truly what you want."

Ji Qingyu burst into hearty laughter: "Qing Ge, you’re too presumptuous."

Qing Ge furrowed her brows: "Is what I said not correct?"

Ji Qingyu glanced at the porcelain bottle in his hand; if he wanted her, he would have her for life.

He stepped forward, walking away with Leng Song.

Qing Ge hurriedly shouted at his vanishing back, "This servant knows a way to abduct her, and to make her willingly lie beneath you, Commandery Prince. Would you want that?"

Ji Qingyu’s footsteps wavered: "She is very clever, and furthermore, I forbid you from touching her!"

Qing Ge suddenly laughed. Although he said she was not to be touched, he hadn’t said he didn’t want her.

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In the wee hours.

The Eastern Palace, bath chamber.

Ye Yiheng laughed with a wicked, sly expression, yet his face brimmed with tenderness.

Gently, he clasped her hands, washing each finger carefully with warm water, one by one, with meticulous attention.

Leng Yu Yan watched her trembling hands, her breathing so disrupted it felt like she couldn’t breathe anymore.

Her face was deeply flushed, and her skin faintly pink.

What had just happened, she still couldn’t process it even now.

At the beginning, it was clearly stated he would only touch her a little, but then he played dirty, not allowing her to leave.