On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince's Hidden Illness-Chapter 110 - : Using the Mark to Blackmail

Chapter 110 -110: Using the Mark to Blackmail

The man before her, so steeped in despondence, was someone she had never seen before.

“Your Highness, actually we…”

Before she could finish her sentence, a sinister, cold smile formed on Ye Yiheng’s lips, and his large hand once again clasped her neck—while not exerting strength, it still terrified Leng Yu Yan, causing her beautiful face to lose its color: “Your Highness…”

“Do you despise me so?”

His voice was deep and hoarse, filled with a cruel intent to kill.

Leng Yu Yan’s chest heaved dramatically, and she resigned herself to slowly close her eyes, the fear in her heart causing her long and curled eyelashes to tremble slightly, casting a shadow on her eyelids.

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Suddenly, Ye Yiheng’s slender, jade-like fingers tightened.

A constriction in her throat, Leng Yu Yan coughed, “If Your Highness truly wishes to take my life, please make it swift!”

At her words, he laughed, a laugh so cold and ruthless, seemingly suppressing a sadistic intent to kill: “You think I wouldn’t dare?”

Strangled by his grip, tears welled up in the corners of Leng Yu Yan’s eyes.

“Your Highness is the dragon among men, whose words carry great weight, of course you dare.” She opened her eyes, her pupils shimmering with waves, “Cough… Cough…”

Ye Yiheng let out a snort of laughter from deep within his throat: “You would so readily play the fool and commit the crime of deceiving your sovereign, all to escape from my side?”

In the midst of his questioning, his other hand covered her face, smooth as jade.

Her face was the size of a palm, and her skin, creamy and soft as if butter, temptingly irresistible to the touch.

Stunned by his own thoughts, Ye Yiheng forcefully pushed her away.

Suddenly released from his grip, Leng Yu Yan stumbled toward the door, clutching her throat and gasping for breath.

Hearing her breathing, Ye Yiheng’s noble brows furrowed, his expression even colder and merciless, highlighting his unpredictable nature.

He closed the distance in a few steps, blocking out the light reflected from the Luminous Lamp in the room and casting his heavy shadow entirely over her.

Leng Yu Yan stepped back, only to find there was nowhere left to go, her slender back pressing directly against the wall.

“Thinking of escaping?” A smile that was more mocking than genuine curled at his lips, his voice devoid of warmth, with a full measure of playful malice.

“If Your Highness does not kill me, do you wish to coerce me to stay in the Eastern Palace by accusing me of defacing the imperial image and deceiving the sovereign?”

“Stay by my side, and I can keep you safe.”

“And if not?”

He suddenly drew close to her ear: “Then you face nothing but death.”

His voice was clear and carried a heavy sense of seduction.

As he spoke, his cool breath fell on her ear, which was smooth and lustrous like jade, and their posture resembled that of lovers whispering sweet nothings.

Yet, the words he uttered sent chills down one’s spine.

The phrase “nothing but death” echoed in Leng Yu Yan’s ears.

The man before her seemed to have exhausted his last bit of patience, his stern face teeming with icy murderous intent.

His body came increasingly close to hers, almost touching her chest, and in a panic, Leng Yu Yan reached out her hands to push him away…

But unexpectedly, he suddenly began to cough violently, his body turning even colder than usual.

“Cough… Cough… Cough…”

Within a moment, he collapsed to the ground.

Facing the man who would strangle her on a whim and threaten her life, now was the best opportunity to act!

Leng Yu Yan walked around his body, took a hairpin from the dressing table, and returned to his side, slowly crouching down.

The man before her had an exceptional figure and handsome features, his Adam’s apple clearly visible on his neck. Undeniably, he was as beautiful as a deposed Immortal.

Yet, it was this man, unparalleled in his beauty, who constantly threatened her life.

Considering this, she raised her hand holding the hairpin.

All it would take was to aim the hairpin at the artery on his neck and plunge it in fiercely, and he would never threaten her again.

In just an instant, she collapsed to the ground, defeated.

She couldn’t bring herself to do it.

He lay before her, mad, cold, and sinister, but she was not that kind of person.

Replacing the hairpin in her hair, Leng Yu Yan returned to the dressing table, quickly put on her tasseled veil, and then shouted toward the door, “Someone come quickly, the Crown Prince has fainted!”

Hearing the call, Mo Chen immediately dashed in, lifting Ye Yiheng from the ground and carrying him away.

His cold disease was fierce, and it seemed it would be difficult to cure.

With that in mind, Leng Yu Yan tucked the silver needle bag into her sleeve and, unable to quiet her worries, followed after them.

By the bath next to the Crown Prince’s bedroom, Mo Chen, supporting Ye Yiheng, said to Leng Yu Yan, “Miss, kindly give me a hand in removing His Highness’s outer robe.”

“Oh.” Leng Yu Yan nodded.

But her fingers were as if tied into knots, shaking uncontrollably, and it took a lot of effort for her to remove Ye Yiheng’s outer robe.

Having managed with difficulty to remove his outer robe and just when she was about to sigh with relief, she heard Mo Chen say, “Miss, His Highness’s inner clothes must also be removed, leaving just his trousers. This subordinate needs to place His Highness in the bath, which will help relieve some of the symptoms of his cold disease.”

Leng Yu Yan’s fingers seemed to freeze up, and as she hesitantly peeled back his inner clothes, she caught sight of his clearly defined and smooth muscle contours.

A seemingly weak man had a firm chest and a strong, vigorous waist.

Not only that, but he had eight pack abs and fatally seductive Adonis belt!

Leng Yu Yan quickly averted her eyes, trying her utmost not to touch his skin, but the icy chill from his body still froze her fingertips.

It was her first time undressing a man, and an inexplicable tension in her heart made her fingers disobey.

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At Prince Liang Mansion, in the back courtyard.

Lai Manting stood in the courtyard, staring at the night sky sparsely dotted with stars, her hatred churning.

Jinju had arrived from the Leng Residence to Prince Liang Mansion, attending closely to Lai Manting.

“Miss, the night is deep and the dew is heavy, do take care of yourself!”

A venomous light flashed in Lai Manting’s eyes as she said, “Do you think if that little girl’s purity is destroyed, the position of Crown Princess Consort will still be hers?”

Previously, she had not taken action simply because the little girl was meant to replace her in marrying the diseased blind man.

Now she was Prince Liang’s woman, and the Tian Family would certainly not bestow her to the blind Crown Prince, yet Prince Liang was unwilling to grant her the position of official wife.

Thus, she wanted the little girl to also miss out on becoming the Crown Princess Consort.

Even if the Crown Prince was not long for this world, if she couldn’t be the official wife, neither could the little girl!

Jinju swallowed nervously and asked, “Miss, what are you planning to do?”

“In a few days, it will be the Shangsi Festival, and during the festival, young men and women may express their feelings. Such a good opportunity, I must seize it firmly!” Lai Manting said, turning her head sharply and asking Jinju with a stern voice, “Where is Prince Liang?”

Jinju bowed her head respectfully and replied, “Prince Liang is still in Consort Xian’s palace and has not yet returned to the mansion.”

At this moment in Chenglan Palace.

A palace maid gently massaged Consort Xian’s forehead.

Consort Xian, with her eyes closed as if thinking of vexing matters, suddenly opened them and dismissed the palace maid, then asked Prince Liang, “My child, Manting is already your woman, why won’t you marry her?”

Prince Liang’s face broke into a smile, but a coldness crossed his heart.

Consort Xian was Lai Manting’s maternal aunt. Wasn’t her intent to use Lai Manting to tie him down?

In the past, his pretense of courteousness with Lai Manting was merely for Consort Xian’s eyes.

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He was a man, and it wouldn’t be him at a disadvantage.

If his brother, the Seventh, were to marry, Consort Xian would definitely choose someone with a profound family background to pave the way for him.

But when it came to his choice of a wife, Consort Xian wanted to push her niece onto him, securing a tie to him and also not wanting his mate to have too powerful a background.