On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince's Hidden Illness-Chapter 114 - : Asking Him to Undo a Button

Chapter 114: Chapter 114: Asking Him to Undo a Button

Eastern Palace, Tingfeng Garden, book room.

Miao Zhu couldn’t help but be anxious for her young mistress.

Was her young mistress’s behavior akin to actively seeking a hug?

Or was it more of throwing herself into his arms?

Song Guo, on the other hand, watched delightedly as the Crown Prince didn’t crush Miss Lai Wu’s jaw, indicating that His Highness treated Miss Lai Wu differently than the other ladies.

The worry from earlier receded somewhat, replaced by a bubbling excitement in her heart.

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Would His Highness embrace her or not?

At that moment, Ye Yiheng cleared his throat gently, bent over slightly, and picked up Leng Yu Yan in a horizontal hold.

Leng Yu Yan laughed softly, “Your Highness, please walk forward five steps, then turn right…”

Ye Yiheng grunted in acknowledgment and carried her to the bedroom.

Miao Zhu was about to follow, but Song Guo grabbed her arm.

“The two masters have important matters, we should just wait outside.”

“But my young mistress is drunk!”

“It doesn’t matter, His Highness knows what he’s doing!”

Ye Yiheng easily brought her into the bedroom, and just as he laid her on the bed…

Leng Yu Yan tugged at her collar, “It’s so hot, I can’t undo the buttons!”

Hearing this, Ye Yiheng reached to her neck and felt around; she was wearing a dress with pearl buttons today, a series of tiny, closely set pearl buttons extending down from the neckline.

He had seen that dress before.

Even though he could not see it now, his mind automatically conjured up the scene from that day.

At the chest, there was also a row of pearl buttons.

Unknowingly, the tips of his ears turned slightly red.

“I can’t see, and the buttons on the Crown Princess Consort’s dress are indeed difficult to undo. I’m afraid I cannot be of help…”

His words were yet to be completely spoken when a faint sound indicated she had softly collapsed onto the bed.

Soon after, the light sound of her breathing could be heard.

This woman had actually fallen asleep just like that.

It seemed that only when she was drunk, she was not all thorns.

And she wasn’t as guarded or wary around him as before.

A smile played on Ye Yiheng’s lips, as if a tender emotion flitted across his heart.

Fumbling his way out of the bedroom, he called Miao Zhu to attend to her before leaving Tingfeng Garden with the help of Song Guo.

On the way back to his bedroom, Song Guo asked with a beaming smile, “Your Highness, Miss Lai Wu looked so cute drunk, it’s a pity you didn’t see it, her little face all rosy. The young mistress’s coquettish behavior in front of you was like the gentlest water, so charming and full of grace.”

Ye Yiheng raised an eyebrow, his voice cool as he remarked, “You seem to have observed quite carefully, hm?”

Song Guo quickly took a deep breath and explained, “Please forgive me, Your Highness. Since you cannot see, I naturally must be your eyes!”

Feeling Song Guo trembling all over while holding his arm, Ye Yiheng said, “There’s no need to shudder, I don’t blame you.”

Song Guo promptly acknowledged the reassurance.

The Crown Prince really was different with Miss Lai Wu!

It was worth his support of them!

It was just a pity that the Crown Prince couldn’t see today; otherwise, he would have definitely stayed in Miss Lai Wu’s bedroom for the night.

Just one night’s stay would have reduced many of the rumors about the Crown Prince’s incapabilities.

In the middle of the night.

Leng Yu Yan awoke.

After all, it was orange wine, not very strong. After waking up, her head wasn’t uncomfortable at all.

She got out of bed herself, lit a lamp, and then poured herself some water to drink.

Miao Zhu, who was on standby outside, immediately entered upon hearing the noise in the room.

“Miss, did hunger wake you?”

Leng Yu Yan shook her head, “I’m not hungry, just a bit thirsty.”

She took another sip of water and asked, “Was I drunk? I only remember drinking orange wine in the study, and then I woke up here.”

Miao Zhu was extremely distressed, unsure how to explain her young lady’s embarrassing state after drinking last evening.

Seeing her awkward and conflicted expression, Leng Yu Yan chuckled lightly, “Could it be that something happened that’s making you so troubled?”

“Well, it’s not a grave matter. Miss just threw herself into the Crown Prince’s arms, not only sharing a cup of wine with him but also letting the Crown Prince carry her into the bedroom. These are not of much concern, but Miss also called the Crown Prince ‘husband’.”

Upon hearing this, the teacup that Leng Yu Yan was holding in her hand clattered to the ground.

Fortunately, her reflexes were swift; she lifted her toe, and the teacup returned to her hand.

“I’m done for, that blind man will surely kill me.”

“Miss, you were even directly calling His Highness a blind man.”

“Why didn’t you stop me?”

“I, your maid, hinted and suggested until my eyelids were knotted, but it was as if Miss saw nothing.”

Hearing this, Leng Yu Yan plopped down onto the stool, hands supporting her forehead.

What should she do?

Should she go and apologize with humility?

Seeing this, Miao Zhu quickly persuaded, “Miss, I think you needn’t worry. When His Highness left today, he seemed not to be angry. Perhaps he thought you were simply drunk and didn’t take it to heart.”

“Right, at least I wasn’t drinking with another man.”

In speaking, the thought of her sharing a drink with him from the same cup was still hard to accept.

Forget it, I’ll think no more of it!

Tomorrow she had to go to the academy; she had promised the Mountain Master she would work on the next set of calligraphy practice sheets, to avoid dwelling on the embarrassment of her drunkenness.

While writing the calligraphy practice sheets, Miao Zhu sighed, “Miss, if you really like that orange wine, when we return, we can ask Qiubo and Dong Yan to also brew some. Here in the Eastern Palace, it is best to drink less!”

Chun Liu, Xia Tao, Qiubo, and Dong Yan were the Four Guardians of Leng Yu Yan at the Linqing Pavilion, and also her personal maids.

Among them, Qiubo and Dong Yan each had their specialties in the culinary arts, and thus, the two often competed in this regard.

“Exactly,” nodded Leng Yu Yan.

Especially not to drink in front of a certain someone, it would cause trouble!

“If Miss really wants to drink, you should do it in hiding. Actually, drinking inside Tingfeng Garden is not a problem, it’s just…” Miao Zhu sighed lengthily, “Why did the Crown Prince suddenly come by?”

“Perhaps he wanted to show off?”

“Why would Miss say such a thing?” asked Miao Zhu as she ground the inkstone.

Leng Yu Yan, with brush in hand, replied while writing, “This evening, the woman we saw must fancy him. He probably came to say that he’s not without admirers, hence his visit to Tingfeng Garden. He didn’t expect that I would be drunk, making it awkward for him to speak on the matter.”

Miao Zhu ground the inkstone harder, “No wonder I thought that woman was dressed particularly exquisitely.”

“What’s the use of being exquisite? He cannot see it.”

Miao Zhu paused her movement, “So even if Miss has a ‘bad reputation,’ the Emperor still decreed the marriage, because His Highness cannot see.”

“That’s the way it is, being unable to reject the marriage due to the blemishes, it’s truly vexing!”

Now, being manipulated by that blind man made her even more frustrated and annoyed.

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Inside the Crown Prince’s bedroom, Ye Yiheng tossed and turned on the bed.

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The events at Tingfeng Garden today made it difficult for him to fall asleep.

The dry heat within his body began to assert itself, as though the cold disease was showing signs of another flare-up.

Hot and cold clashed within him, neither overcoming the other, tearing at his being and staining the depths of his eyes a bloody crimson.

Groping his way, he went to the bathing pool behind the bedroom and submerged his entire body into the warm water. The cold disease showed no signs of worsening, but the heat within grew more intense.

Even though a cold disease afflicted him, his skin was sweating!

In his mind, unconsciously, the image arose—

Her delicate neck, her slender waist that could not be fully grasped…

He could easily snap it with a little effort.

Her hands were soft and seemed boneless, so small, so tender, if he were to bite them…

Ye Yiheng pinched the bridge of his nose. Could it be that the dry heat and pent-up frustration within him originated from her!

She made his cold disease worse during its outbreak, compounding his pain. Was she harboring some vile intention?