On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince's Hidden Illness-Chapter 195: Getting Married Again

Chapter 195 -195: Getting Married Again

After the morning court, the Emperor immediately drafted two imperial decrees and sent envoys to Beilan City.

One decree was to confer the title of Princess Beilan on the daughter of Prince Zhenbei.

The other decree was to grant the Princess Beilan to the Crown Prince as the Crown Princess Consort, and ordered Prince Zhenbei to bring his daughter to the capital city, so that the marriage between Princess Beilan and the Crown Prince could be completed soon.

Marquis Jiangyang, Ji Liancheng, returned straight home after the morning court, and immediately informed Eldest Princess Ye Yuan of the Emperor’s decision to marry off the Crown Prince.

Ye Yuan was deeply shocked, “How could brother make such a hasty decision? He knows nothing about the other party’s character or upbringing. How could he so easily grant this marriage?”

Ji Liancheng sighed, “The Emperor has already sent an envoy to Beilan City.”

“A daughter recognized halfway, one raised outside the family, how could she be a match for Ah Heng?” Ye Yuan’s fingers hurt from clenching in anger.

Was brother trying to suppress the Prince Zhenbei Mansion so much that he’d wring out even the last bit of value from Ah Heng?

In the capital, rumors abounded regarding the sudden departure of His Highness the Crown Prince. Most said that His Highness’s illness was worsening, and he might not live much longer.

The Divine Doctor had quirks; he treated patients based on their appearance.

Having no choice, the Crown Prince had left the capital to find him personally.

This news was utterly believed by everyone in the capital.

Even Ye Yuan thought the same.

Ji Qingyu, who had returned to the capital many days ago and was resting at home due to his contributions in water management, overheard his parents discussing and strode in, interrupting, “Father and mother are anxious about his marriage, why aren’t you anxious about your son’s?”

It was particularly frustrating that he had waited a long time in Jiangzhou, managed the flood effectively, and even prepared thorough follow-up measures, yet Leng Yu Yan never returned to Jiangzhou.

At that moment, he was at a loss.

He visited Elder Mrs. Zhang of the Zhang Family, telling her in person that he liked her granddaughter.

However, Elder Mrs. Zhang told him, “Prince Qing being fond of Nannan is a good thing. But Prince Qing must not forget that Nannan was previously granted in marriage to the Crown Prince, and since Prince Qing and the Crown Prince are cousins, with such relationships involved, how could Nannan marry Prince Qing without complications in her future life?”

Right then and there, he told Elder Mrs. Zhang that he could leave the capital, distancing himself from the Tian Family.

Elder Mrs. Zhang laughed, “It’s always easier said than done, Prince. You have parents in the capital, and your ties with Tian Family are too strong to be easily severed with mere words.”

As he left Zhang’s residence, Elder Mrs. Zhang added, “A twisted melon isn’t sweet. If Prince truly has Nannan in his heart, please let go. The same words I have already told to the Crown Prince, and now, I give them to you, Prince.”

Those words, Ji Qingyu didn’t really want to hear them, but things often go contrary to one’s wishes.

Every time he thought of Leng Yu Yan, Elder Mrs. Zhang’s words echoed in his ears.

He thought she would return to the capital, so he returned to his post there with a sliver of hope, yet in the capital, there was not a trace of her.

During this time, he felt even more lost than in Jiangzhou.

At this moment, hearing that Ye Yiheng was being married off again, he somehow felt schadenfreude.

Ye Yiheng was getting married again, this time to the daughter of Prince Zhenbei. With such a family background, Ye Yiheng would definitely not refuse the marriage.

No matter where Leng Yu Yan was, she would no longer be tied to Ye Yiheng.

Even if he had yet to find her, she would be his.

“Ah Yan has been away from the capital for so long, and you haven’t found her yet; now you blame us,” Ye Yuan glared at him, “Shameless!”

“The list of potential brides has been at home for so long, brother rushed it several times, and mother has even shielded you from him. Now you start to blame others,” Ye Yuan, frustrated as if dealing with someone obstinate beyond help, pointed at Ji Qingyu’s forehead.

“With such free time, why not send someone to search for Ah Yan?” Ji Liancheng glanced at him, “With your mouth all anxious but no action, how will you ever win a wife?”

His son, capable in many aspects, just lacked focus.

Previously, once he had dinner with Ah Yan, they asked him to escort her, but he just said she insisted on no escort and went straight home.

Thinking of this, Ji Liancheng grew more and more frustrated, “What if one day the Emperor also bestows a marriage upon you? What will you do then?”

Ji Qingyu’s mind shuddered, and he turned and left the room; he had to send someone to find her!

Not long after, news that the Emperor had bestowed another marriage on the Crown Prince spread quickly among the inns and teahouses of the capital city.

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Beilan City.

Yun Family looked at the two people beside Leng Yu Yan and felt it was not enough.

“Mian’er, should we find and bring back the maids who used to serve you?”

Li Yuyue, who was standing beside her, subtly waved his hand.

After Mian’er had left, to prevent their mother from missing her, they had sent all the maids and old women who had served Mian’er back to their hometown.

Seeing Li Yuyue’s gesture, Leng Yu Yan smiled and said, “Mother, there’s no need. I’ve gotten used to Miao Zhu taking care of me, and Xiaoshan is also very clever.”

Yun Family glanced at Miao Zhu, nodded her head, feeling reassured; this maid looked energetic and had a pleasant appearance, presumably caring.

And this servant, so strange, so young yet with a full head of white hair.

“How old are you?” Yun Family pointed at Xiaoshan.

Xiaoshan respectfully replied, “Replying to the Princess, I have just turned fourteen.”

“Can you read?”

“I can recognize characters and understand texts, my father was an unsuccessful scholar.”

Yun Family further inquired, “Then how could your family bear to let you leave?”

“My father and mother have long passed away, and I was captured and forced into labor in a bandit stronghold. In the stronghold, unable to endure the torture, I escaped. It was the princess…” Xiaoshan quickly corrected himself, “It was Princess Mian’er who saw my plight and rescued me midway.”

Yun Family didn’t dwell much on the title.

In her view, the white-haired youth in front of her still had much to learn about manners, so she did not blame him.

“I see,” Yun Family said gently, “From now on, stay well by the Princess’s side.”

“Thank you, Princess!” Xiaoshan quickly knelt down to kowtow.

Yun Family nodded and turned to Leng Yu Yan, “It seems many of the previous maids might already be married. Well, I will take charge and select a few clever ones to keep in the courtyard these next few days.”

It was naturally a joy to spoil a daughter dearly awaited to return.

Leng Yu Yan nodded, “Thank you, mother!”

Yun Family glanced at her. “Three years without seeing each other, why have you grown distant from your mother?”

Seeing Li Yuyue motion with his fingers, Leng Yu Yan took the hint, stepped forward, leaned on Yun Family’s shoulder, and spoke softly, “I just feel that I’ve grown up and shouldn’t act like a child in front of mother anymore.”

Yun Family chuckled, “How old do you think you are? In mother’s heart, you will always be a child.”

Those words made Leng Yu Yan’s eyes brim with unshed tears. Leng Mian, her elder sister, was forever frozen at that age—wasn’t she forever a child?

“Mother, I missed you so much!”

“Yes, mother knows!”

“The Princess is tired; you all help the Princess to retire and rest.” Li Yuyue instructed the maids.

Once Yun Family had left, Li Yuyue then asked, “Yan’er, where did you rescue Xiaoshan?”

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In their Prince Zhenbei Mansion’s territory, there were no longer any bandit strongholds left, so how could Xiaoshan still have been captured by a bandit stronghold?

Just as Leng Yu Yan was about to answer, the steward hurriedly reported, “Princely Heir, an imperial decree just arrived from the capital city, and the envoy bearing the decree is currently in the front yard.”