Chapter 141: Chapter 141 That Kind of Thought
The horse carriage rattled along.
Leng Yu Yan lowered her eyes and restrained herself, his words clearly held a profound meaning.
Since the marriage decree had been issued, whenever he spoke to her, he would call her Crown Princess Consort.
When outside of the Eastern Palace, the palace maids and eunuchs called her Crown Princess Consort; inside the Eastern Palace, they referred to her as Miss Lai or simply as Miss—as if it was an unwritten rule.
At this moment, his words seemed to decisively intend to bind her to his side forever.
Leng Yu Yan sighed helplessly.
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The back of her neck where he had bitten her itched, and a slight movement brought a sour, aching sensation.
She pushed aside her hair, trying to touch the wound, but her fingers caught on strands stuck to the wound, pulling them painfully.
“Hiss—”
Tears she had been holding back rushed forth; she blinked furiously, managing to suppress the glimmer in her eyes.
Ye Yiheng removed his eye veil and saw this scene, his handsome brows knitting together.
“Come here, let me have a look.”
Leng Yu Yan did not want to deal with him and turned away, busying herself with her hair to completely cover the wound.
Ye Yiheng’s brows furrowed even more. With a reach of his long arm, he grabbed her delicate white wrist and pulled her directly into his embrace.
She whispered sternly, “What are you doing?”
Ye Yiheng glanced at her, one arm encircling her, the other gently moving aside her hair to closely inspect the bite marks he had left.
The wound was slightly swollen and crusted over with dried blood, entangled with several strands of hair.
The cool breath of the man sprayed on her wound, making it itch terribly and hurt even more.
Leng Yu Yan struggled, but could not escape his hold, “Your Highness, I beg you to let me go!”
Her tone was pitiful, as if she had inexhaustible grievances.
“Does it still hurt?” he asked again.
Leng Yu Yan cast down her eyes and remained silent, her butterfly wing-like long lashes quivering slightly.
Ye Yiheng seemed impatient, his annoyance having built up from early on and doubled after dealing with Ji Qingyu. Seeing her silent now only increased his frustration.
So, he pinched her delicate chin, forcing her to look at him, “I’m asking you a question!”
Leng Yu Yan bit her lower lip, her eyes brimming with tears as she stared at him. After a long moment, she said, “Does Your Highness intend to say again that if it hurts, I’ll remember not to run away?”
“Your Highness, highly esteemed as a dragon and phoenix among men, has a childhood sweetheart cousin, a legitimate daughter from the Prime Minister’s Mansion. Why then, bind me?”
“Lady Zheng is beautiful, comes from a good family, gentle, considerate, and understanding. I am merely someone who lost her mother, whom my father deemed usable, plucked last-minute from the backwoods.”
“Your Highness does not favor me, nor do I favor Your Highness. Rather than tormenting each other, why bind us together?”
Listening to her speak non-stop, Ye Yiheng pinched the bridge of his nose, “I’ve said before, I have no control over this arranged marriage.”
She pursed her lips, “I understand now, Your Highness cannot decide on the marriage decree, so you despise me to the point of gnawing at my neck whenever possible.”
At this, Ye Yiheng let out a light laugh.
“What are you laughing at?” Leng Yu Yan glared at him, if it wasn’t for him, she wouldn’t have to marry him in place of Lai Manting.
She returned to the capital intending to merely seek revenge.
Now, she was entangled in these troublesome matters, which annoyed and confused her!
Suddenly, Ye Yiheng’s laughter ceased and a chilling gaze fixed directly onto her eyes.
His gaze moved inch by inch from her eyes until it finally rested on her rosy, delicate lips…
This man’s eyes held a dangerous, invasive aura. Leng Yu Yan didn’t know where she got the strength, but she pushed against his chest and hurriedly escaped his embrace.
Ye Yiheng composedly straightened the robe that had been disheveled by her sitting.
If he hadn’t intended to let her go, how could she have escaped from his legs?
Yet what horrified him was that he had actually developed those feelings for her!
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East Suburb, Water Pavilion.
Tears uncontrollably fell from Zheng Liqi’s eyes, “Empress Dowager, has Your Highness grown to dislike me?”
“Nonsense, you’ve grown up together since childhood, how could he not like you?” the Empress Dowager extended her hand to wipe her tears, “You know what kind of person the Crown Prince is, don’t you? Cold-hearted.”
“In my view, the Crown Prince pities you; his health does not permit other expressions of affection. Otherwise, why would he reject you repeatedly if not to spare you the suffering of being with him?”
Hearing this, Zheng Liqi pursed her lips and nodded, “His Highness is frail, I just thought of accompanying him these few years.”
The Empress Dowager spoke gently, “I know you’re a good child, and the Crown Prince is even clearer about his own health. Think about it. Once you marry him and he leaves this world, what will your life be like? The Crown Prince must have considered this aspect too.”
Zheng Liqi nodded, “That’s reasonable, Empress Dowager, I understand. It’s just, I always feel that His Highness treats Miss Lai differently.”
The Empress Dowager affectionately patted the back of Zheng Liqi’s hand, “They’ve only known each other for a few days, whereas you and the Crown Prince have grown up together since childhood. How can those relationships compare?”
Zheng Liqi’s face showed a faint smile, “Hmm, thank you for enlightening me, Empress Dowager, I am relieved now!”
East Suburb, Corridor.
Prince Liang and his men surrounded Lai Manting, forcing the onlookers to scatter.
“Aren’t you getting up? Don’t you find it shameful?” Ye Zhenyu coldly glared at Lai Manting, who still lay on the ground, and shouted sternly.
Lai Manting dared not cry; tears would seep into her wounds, causing unbearable pain.
Her nails were sharply trimmed, and with such scratching, her face must have lost quite a bit of skin. Thinking so, Lai Manting gently touched her wound.
She discovered deep gashes marring her face.
With such injuries, her face might be ruined.
Tears gushed forth, and she quickly lowered her head, letting them fall directly to the ground.
“Prince Liang, I truly was harmed by Leng Yu Yan, do you believe me?”
Ye Zhenyu raised an eyebrow, “Are you saying she grabbed your hand and scratched your face?”
Lai Manting sniffled, “Exactly that, I beg Your Highness to avenge me!”
“You return home first, and properly treat your face.”
“Will Your Highness help me?”
Ye Zhenyu spoke indifferently, “Rest assured, you are my woman, and I will protect you.”
Both from the Leng family, why is there such a big difference?
Lai Manting had sharpened her nails, evidently premeditating harm, yet she ended up being countered.
Not only did that person argue logically, but she also connected the incident to the palace banquet, forcing Lai Manting to admit she had scratched her own face.
Such a courageous and calculating woman, to promise her to the blind Crown Prince is truly a waste!
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The horse carriage returned to the Eastern Palace.
Leng Yu Yan got out first, not waiting for Ye Yiheng to alight, and hurried directly to Tingfeng Garden.
Once back at Tingfeng Garden, she closed the room door.
Worried, Miao Zhu said, “Miss, did His Highness do anything to you on the carriage?”
Leng Yu Yan shook her head.
“Miss, I heard you scream. I was just about to speak when Song Guo covered my mouth. I’m powerless, unable to protect you,” Miao Zhu said tearfully, ashamed.
Leng Yu Yan patted Miao Zhu’s shoulder, “Don’t cry.”
Miao Zhu nodded, wiping her tears, then softly suggested, “Miss, should we call Chun Liu, Xia Tao, Qiubo, and Dong Yan? With them here, even Mo Chen is no match.”