On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince's Hidden Illness-Chapter 872: Who Are You Planning to Be With

Chapter 872: Chapter 872: Who Are You Planning to Be With

Ling Lang got up and patted his knee, then stroked the over-one-inch-long beard on his chin and murmured, "Your Highness, is it still okay for a subordinate to be able to bend and stretch like this?"

Unexpectedly, a voice came from behind: "So, Mr. Ling was acting just now."

The voice sounded like Miao Zhu.

Song Guo also said, "If Mr. Ling were an actor, he could probably become quite a star."

Ling Lang turned his head and gestured lightly at Song Guo and Miao Zhu: "Don’t go spreading nonsense in front of the Crown Princess Consort!"

Miao Zhu snorted with laughter: "We wholeheartedly hope the two Your Highnesses can soon have a little one. Why does Mr. Ling always contradict us?"

"Earlier, you brewed a big pot of anti-fertility soup, and now you even have the Crown Princess Consort researching Contraceptive Pills herself." Song Guo shook his head, "Mr. Ling, at your age, not marrying must have its reason."

"I’ve devoted my entire life to Poison Identification, so don’t go spewing nonsense!"

Ling Lang flicked his sleeve and walked off.

Miao Zhu and Song Guo hurriedly caught up to him, one on each side.

Miao Zhu: "Others at Mr. Ling’s age would have children as big as us."

Song Guo: "Absolutely, others at Mr. Ling’s age would have already become grandfathers, many with grandchildren surrounding them."

Ling Lang’s beard trembled in anger: "You two, a maid and a eunuch, know what?"

Both replied in unison: "We don’t know, Mr. Ling do teach us."

Ling Lang finally stopped his steps: "The two Your Highnesses just consummated their marriage not long ago. The Crown Prince only has the Crown Princess Consort by his side. Have you ever thought that the Crown Prince is at the age of intense vitality..." He flicked each of their foreheads, "Now’s the time for their deepest relationship development. When the time is right, the little one will naturally come. Why such haste?"

Both rubbed their sore foreheads, exchanged glances, and finally understood.

Miao Zhu smiled pleasingly: "So, we’ve misunderstood Mr. Ling?"

Song Guo said: "I wouldn’t say misunderstood, we’re looking out for both Your Highnesses."

At this time, the three encountered Mo Chen who was taking a stroll.

Ling Lang, hoping to shake off Song Guo and Miao Zhu, quickened his pace to Mo Chen and, without saying a word, seized Mo Chen’s wrist and took his pulse.

Mo Chen frowned: "What are you doing, Mr. Ling?"

"I’m now the Crown Princess Consort’s apprentice, helping the master by taking a pulse." Ling Lang carefully discerned the pulse, "The pulse is stable, just somewhat lacking in energy and blood, eat more nutritious food."

Mo Chen withdrew his hand: "Do you have to say? The Crown Princess Consort already mentioned this."

Ling Lang pointed to his collar: "Your wound that the Crown Princess Consort stitched up took quite a while, reportedly layering efforts in tiers, how did it feel during stitching?"

He really wanted to learn this Suturing Skill, capable of handling severe trauma.

"You shouldn’t have asked me, I was already unconscious then."

While speaking, Mo Chen thought for a moment, and suddenly Yin Shuang’s image flashed in his mind.

Strangely, for these few days, Yin Shuang hasn’t appeared before him; when he does meet her, she pretends not to see him.

At this moment, Song Guo and Miao Zhu also arrived beside Mo Chen.

Seeing Mo Chen’s recovery, Miao Zhu smiled: "Truly someone with skill, good physique, recovery is quick."

Mo Chen nodded: "I have matters, you all chat slowly."

Leaving a sentence, Mo Chen quickly walked towards the Dark Guard Bureau.

Ling Lang, Song Guo, and Miao Zhu were left staring at each other.

"Why doesn’t Mo Chen like talking to me anymore?" Miao Zhu didn’t understand; he used to ask to marry her in front of Your Highness.

Ling Lang stroked his beard and laughed heartily: "And you haven’t figured it out?"

"What?" Miao Zhu asked in confusion.

Ling Lang said: "The day Mo Chen got hurt, Yin Shuang ran back and forth. This boy probably remembers Yin Shuang’s kindness."

Age is not grown in vain; he sees everything clearly.

After speaking, he gracefully departed.

Song Guo stood opposite Miao Zhu: "Mo Chen has someone else in mind, are you jealous?"

"What nonsense?" Miao Zhu glared at him and admitted, "There is some sense of loss, but more of a relief, earlier I couldn’t decide who to choose to be with in the future."

Upon hearing this, Song Guo suddenly felt tense.

"Then who do you plan to be with now?"

"I won’t tell you." Miao Zhu changed her steps, "I need to go help the Crown Princess Consort; she needs to make medicine, and I have to lend a hand."

Both arrived at the bedroom one after the other and found the Crown Princess Consort opening the medicine box and flipping through medical books.

While the Crown Prince was beside her, studying the medicine bottles one by one.

"Yanyan, is making Contraceptive Pills so complicated?"

Leng Yu Yan didn’t raise her eyelids: "Not complicated."

"Then why..."

"Making them without side effects is somewhat tricky."

Ye Yiheng nodded: "Right, it requires careful crafting."

Leng Yu Yan’s lips curved upward, thinking, someone is quite easy to deceive.

Contraceptive Pills aren’t an issue; they don’t even take a day. But she wants to rest well for a few days; someone has excessive energy, she can only use this to deal with him.

Moreover, just now, he and Ling Lang plotted to prank her; not exposing him has already given him significant courtesy.

Seeing Leng Yu Yan diligently studying the medical book, Ye Yiheng boredly also picked up a medical book to read.

In the serene room, Song Guo dragged Miao Zhu to wait in the outer chamber.

In the Dark Guard Bureau, Mo Chen knocked on the door of Yin Shuang’s room.

Yin Shuang was polishing her sword. Hearing the knock, she shouted, "The door’s not closed, come in."

Unexpectedly, it was Mo Chen who entered. She asked, "Why is it you? What do you want?"

Mo Chen entered the room hesitantly and said, "I’ve come to apologize to you."

Yin Shuang sheathed the sword without looking at him: "Apologize, what do you have to apologize for?"

"I shouldn’t have said you are not a woman." Mo Chen lowered his head, "Earlier, I shouldn’t have mocked you so much."

Yin Shuang waved her hand: "I’m used to it. If you have nothing else, please leave my room."

"Oh." Mo Chen responded, turned, and left.

Yin Shuang raised her eyes to watch his back, muttering low: "Now he knows to come and apologize; men are indeed blockheaded, which isn’t untrue."

As soon as she said this, she was shocked at her own complaints, secretly wondering if she had fallen for this blockhead.

At that moment, Mo Chen returned and asked her: "What do you like, like hairpins or clothes, what style do you prefer?"

Yin Shuang was stunned for a moment: "You wouldn’t be thinking of gifting me?"

"The day I was injured, you helped me without holding a grudge, I have to thank you properly!"

"Whatever."

Though she said so, several threads of sweetness welled up in Yin Shuang’s heart.

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The successive deaths of Wan Chi, Yu Haoqiong, and Ye Shi quickly spread among the Prince Mansions.

At the Prince Liang Mansion, Ye Zhenyu listened to his subordinates reporting that day’s Beiliang people’s conflict.

"Prince, now the Beiliang Envoy is returning. Shouldn’t we take this opportunity to win them over?"

Ye Zhenyu responded calmly: "The envoy’s duty was to escort Yu Haoqiong back. Now that Wan Chi and Yu Haoqiong are both dead, Beiliang might blame Tiancheng. Why should this prince get involved in such a mess?"

He wouldn’t engage in thankless efforts.