On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince's Hidden Illness-Chapter 105 - : Could it be Impossible?

Chapter 105 -105: Could it be Impossible?

Song Guo seemed somewhat embarrassed to speak up.

Miao Zhu glanced at him and interjected, “Young Master, do you believe that my Lady fell asleep early in the morning? I, for one, don’t believe it!”

Jian Lecheng pondered for a moment and asked, “She fell asleep?”

Only then did Song Guo reply, “Yes, the Lady fell asleep. Your Highness ordered me to call Miss Miao Zhu to stay with the Lady.”

Jian Lecheng couldn’t help but murmur, “What’s with the timing?”

Could it be that His Highness really isn’t capable?

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Song Guo asked, “Young Master, what do you mean?”

Miao Zhu said, “I told you the Young Master wouldn’t believe either, who falls asleep again shortly after waking up?”

As they spoke, both looked toward Jian Lecheng.

Jian Lecheng fell silent for a moment, then lowered his voice, “Miss Miao Zhu is no stranger now, so I shall tell the truth. Just now His Highness asked me to leave the study, and I vaguely heard him say something about letting the Crown Princess Consort know if he is capable or not.”

Jian Lecheng unfolded his fan and fanned himself, “And, judging by the timing…”

It was too short.

He had not finished speaking when Song Guo and Miao Zhu dashed toward the small building.

Oh, how Song Guo worried!

His own Highness was indeed incapable!

Hearing what Jian Lecheng had said, he became even more certain of the thoughts in his mind.

And how Miao Zhu fretted!

Could something have happened to her Lady by the Crown Prince’s hand?

Though the time had been short…

Some things weren’t related to how long they took. If her Lady had been wronged, how could she explain it to the departed Lady and the eldest young master?

Besides, the Crown Prince had not yet married her Lady!

The pair ran swiftly, leaving Jian Lecheng stunned in his place.

“Hey, you…”

Jian Lecheng closed his fan and pointed at the two who had run off.

Suddenly, he realized—

The Crown Prince was his future, after all!

The Crown Prince’s lifelong matters, his personal happiness, were closely related to him.

Even if the Crown Prince retained his title and ascended the throne smoothly, without an heir, wouldn’t the kingdom of Tiancheng fall into the hands of others?

By then, wouldn’t his descendants lose out on wealth and honor?

With these thoughts, Jian Lecheng hurriedly ran as well.

By the time the three arrived at the study, gasping for breath, Ye Yiheng was at the desk pinching his brow.

Seeing the Crown Prince’s aura fiercely cold, Song Guo and Jian Lecheng couldn’t bring themselves to say the questions they had in mind.

Only Miao Zhu quickly gave her respects, “Your Highness!”

Song Guo reminded her, “The room is right behind here; it’s where His Highness occasionally rests.”

Miao Zhu nodded and quickly went to the back.

Seeing Miao Zhu walk away, Jian Lecheng narrowed his eyes at Ye Yiheng and asked quietly, “Your Highness, do you sense anything amiss?”

Upon hearing this, Song Guo pricked up his ears to listen.

Ye Yiheng exuded a bone-chilling coldness and gave the two men a glance.

When he had sent Jian Lecheng out earlier, this fellow had eavesdropped just outside the door.

Coupled with what Song Guo was concerned about, he didn’t need to think to know what vile thoughts these two had in their minds.

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“I think it’s about time you got married too. As for Song Guo…”

Jian Lecheng honestly admitted with some embarrassment, “Your Highness, my family is indeed anxious about my marriage.”

“In my opinion,” the Crown Prince continued with a chill in his voice and an unsettling tone, “the palace maids from the cold palace would suit you two.”

Both Jian Lecheng and Song Guo immediately knelt down, “Your Highness, please calm your anger!”

The palace maids of the cold palace were all elderly and had not left the service of the palace; how could they be suitable for me, the Princely Heir of the State Duke Mansion?

Even Song Guo—and those old palace maids are not fit for her!

Behind the study, Miao Zhu had already entered the room.

Seeing her young mistress lying on the bed, with her clothes intact, she was relieved.

Thinking of the Crown Prince’s stern and gloomy face, Miao Zhu couldn’t help but reach out to check Leng Yu Yan’s breathing.

She was still breathing; her young mistress was still alive!

But how did she fall asleep?

“Miss, Miss, wake up!”

No matter how she called, it was useless. Leng Yu Yan turned over and continued to sleep.

Miao Zhu, helpless, could only sit by the bed, watching over her.

Two hours later, Leng Yu Yan finally woke up.

The first thing she did upon awakening was to check if her clothes were still in order. After confirming they were intact and that her body did not feel any shameful pain, she slightly composed herself.

“Miss, how could you fall asleep?”

Startled by the sudden voice, Leng Yu Yan was startled, and only then did she see Miao Zhu sitting at the end of the large bed.

“How did you get here?”

“Song Guo came and said Miss had fallen asleep, and sent me to attend to you.”

Upon hearing this, Leng Yu Yan snorted, “That sounds nice, saying I fell asleep. Did I really ‘fall asleep’?”

“Miss, did you really… with the Crown Prince?”

Leng Yu Yan got out of bed, “Let’s go back to Tingfeng Garden and talk.”

Miao Zhu nodded, and the maid and her mistress headed towards the study at the front.

At the moment, in the study, Ye Yiheng, with his eyes covered by a white veil, leaned against the chairback. Hearing footsteps, he spoke coldly, “Does the Crown Princess Consort have something to say?”

Leng Yu Yan stopped, gestured for Miao Zhu to wait for her outside, and then slowly spoke, “I have not been unruly, please, Your Highness, do not constantly threaten my life!”

And certainly do not keep trying to prove something.

The latter words, she did not dare to say.

Once said, this madman might truly do something.

Regardless of whether he was reputedly impotent or seemingly potent in a dream, she did not want to bear it.

Typically, those who are impotent are cruel and heartless, taking pleasure in toying with others in various ways.

Thinking of this, Leng Yu Yan could not help but shiver.

Ye Yiheng furrowed his brows.

Could it be that because he had once threatened to dispose of her if she was unruly, she was now frightened of him?

He straightened up, “Show the sincerity taht you left in the Eastern Palace, and you may keep your life for now.”

Leng Yu Yan pursed her lips, pondered for a moment, then said, “I shall return to the Leng Residence to retrieve my mother’s dowry and move it to the Eastern Palace. Would that count as my sincerity for staying in the Eastern Palace?”

Seeing him silent.

She quickly added, “My mother was a daughter of a rich family in Jiangnan, and while my maternal grandparents’ home held no power, they did have wealth. This is why my mother’s dowry is very substantial. Although I dare not compare it to the wealth of the Eastern Palace, it is not an insignificant fortune.”

Her maternal grandparents’ home was once the leading family of wealth in Jiangnan, but now she only described it as a rich family, because that is all they could be considered today.

Since the death of her older brother and mother five years ago, her maternal family struggled with affairs on all fronts. Without power, they lost a great deal of wealth along the way, and with further suppression from various powers, business had become difficult for her maternal family’s home, and it was no longer known as the wealthiest in Jiangnan.

So, she was the daughter of a Jiangnan Girl; no wonder her skin was finer and fairer than the average woman, and her waist was also more slender.

The tips of his fingers and the palm of his hand seemed to still retain the soft and delicate touch of her skin; Ye Yiheng coughed lightly.

Below the white veil, his handsome eyes inadvertently glanced at her slender waist that could not be grasped fully, and he quickly averted his gaze, “Granted!”

Hearing this, Leng Yu Yan bowed respectfully, “Thank you, Your Highness!”

Ye Yiheng called out toward the door, “Mo Chen.”

Mo Chen entered at the call, “Your Highness, your orders?”

“Accompany the Crown Princess Consort back to the Leng Residence to move the dowry.”

Mo Chen, with lowered eyes, asked, “Are you referring to the Crown Princess Consort’s mother’s dowry?”

Leng Yu Yan nodded, “Yes, exactly. I hope that guard Mo Chen can bring more people as my mother’s dowry is quite sizable.”

Mo Chen was steadfast, bowed, and asked, “Your Highness, if the Leng Residence resists, what should be done?”