On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince's Hidden Illness-Chapter 891: I Love You Deeply

Lai Manting said again, "He hid a painting in the study, and the woman in the painting is you, Leng Yu Yan!"

She is about to die, and the main culprit for this situation is Ye Zhenyu. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Now Ye Zhenyu is still indulging in luxuries, while she is about to be executed by Lingchi. How can things be so simple?

"Thank you for letting me know!" Leng Yu Yan didn’t turn back and immediately stepped forward.

After leaving the dungeon of the Capital Mayor Mansion, Leng Yu Yan remained silent.

Ye Yiheng advised, "They were the murderers who killed you; being executed by Lingchi is too lenient for them."

Leng Yu Yan sighed, "I’m wondering why Lai Manting altered her appearance like this? And also wondering why Ye Zhenyu looks at me with that gaze, as if there’s a hidden meaning?"

Only after hearing what Lai Manting said did she understand.

Ye Yiheng said, "I will ruin him myself!"

Leng Yu Yan stopped him, "Your Highness, the matter at Prince Qi Mansion just occurred today. If something happens to Ye Zhenyu tonight, Father Emperor will surely suspect it’s the work of the Eastern Palace. We must wait a few days."

"Listen to Yanyan, let’s go home first."

"Yes, let’s go home."

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That night, Leng Yu Yan had a dream.

In the dream, she saw her own dead body being held by Ye Yiheng every night.

Everyone in the Eastern Palace advised the Crown Prince to let her be buried, but he was unwilling.

Ling Lang knelt before him, pleading earnestly, "Crown Prince, it’s been many days since the Crown Princess Consort passed. Please allow her to be buried soon!"

"No, without my permission, she mustn’t leave!"

Ye Yiheng gently stroked her long-cold cheeks.

Suddenly, a metallic taste surged in his throat, which he tried to suppress but couldn’t. It spurted out, splattering onto her lifeless body lying straight.

Ling Lang hurriedly stood up, held Ye Yiheng’s wrist to feel his pulse, then turned pale with fright.

"Your Highness, the poison in your body is acting up, Your Highness you..."

Before Ling Lang could finish, Ye Yiheng’s body couldn’t hold up and collapsed onto hers.

"Your Highness!" Ling Lang went to support Ye Yiheng.

Ye Yiheng weakly turned his head, "I can’t keep her, I can only follow her."

As he said these words, he slowly closed his eyes.

Ling Lang cried out, "Crown Prince..."

Mo Chen Ruo Feng and Song Guo, waiting outside, heard and rushed in.

They saw their highness lying unconscious over the long-dead Crown Princess Consort.

Mo Chen grabbed Ling Lang’s collar, "Explain clearly, what’s happening?"

Ling Lang cried bitterly, "I should have realized sooner, I should have realized sooner..."

Ruo Feng noticed that Ye Yiheng had no breath and no pulse and also grabbed Ling Lang’s clothes, "You better explain clearly!"

Song Guo knelt before the bed, crying uncontrollably.

The Eastern Palace was engulfed in endless sorrow.

Leng Yu Yan woke up crying from the dream, found him lying beside her, breathing evenly and shallowly, and couldn’t help but lean against his chest.

Ye Yiheng woke up, pinching her shoulder, "What, another nightmare?"

"I dreamed you died, I dreamed that shortly after I died in the past life, you also died."

"Take your time to explain."

"At that time, the anti-fertility soup I drank was poisoned. After intimacy and with a kiss, some poison got into you. You had multiple toxins in your body already, and thus you died from poisoning." Leng Yu Yan wiped away her tears and quickly calmed down, "I understand now, the one who poisoned me with the anti-fertility soup ultimately aimed to take your life."

"Do you mean, the villain first poisoned you to poison me?"

"Yes, because Your Highness was cautious in behavior in those days, no one could poison you again, so they targeted me. Because I was your only woman, they thought of this method. The poison transferred through kissing from the anti-fertility soup was minimal, so Your Highness didn’t show symptoms until over ten days later."

Ye Yiheng clenched his fist, "This person must be found."

The only clue so far is that the palace maid who gave the anti-fertility soup was by Grand Princess Consort Wen’s side.

Thinking of this, Ye Yiheng called out, "Someone come here."

Ruo Feng and Liu Yun appeared at the voice, "Your Highness!"

"Send people to the Lu You Bamboo Forest, keep watch over Grand Princess Consort Wen and those by her side all day and night. Report any news immediately."

"Yes!"

Ruo Feng and Liu Yun responded and left.

Leng Yu Yan lay in Ye Yiheng’s arms, murmuring, "Before you left in the past life, the last thing you said was..."

The man asked, "What did I say?"

"You said, ’I can’t keep her, I can only follow her.’ Your Highness, did you already fall for me in the past life?"

Ye Yiheng admitted, "I didn’t know in the past life, but in this life, I love you!"

Hearing this, Leng Yu Yan was moved to tears.

She proactively kissed his lips, using both hands and feet to remove his robe.

Ye Yiheng was taken aback, allowing her to be disorganized on him. After a long time, he asked, "Yanyan, do you know the consequences of being so proactive?"

Leng Yu Yan raised her misty, flirtatious eyes, and asked him, "What?"

Ye Yiheng grabbed the back of her head with one hand and her waist with the other, turning passive into active, and said hoarsely, "I want to cherish you and love you, for a long time, deeply."

In a twirl, she found herself beneath him.

Their hair entangled, breaths mingled, disrupting each other’s heartbeats.

The next morning, Leng Yu Yan sat at the dressing table, looking at her own reflection with watery eyes, recalling scene after scene from the night before.

It turns out that doing something with someone you love indeed brings joy.

And it was through last night’s pleasure that she understood the wonders Ye Jiu mentioned.

Miao Zhu saw her in utter charm and smiled, asking, "What is the Commandery Princess thinking about?"

"Oh, nothing."

Leng Yu Yan selected jewelry, choosing the hairpin carved by Ye Yiheng.

"Nothing? Even the hairpin you’ve chosen was made by the Crown Prince himself." Miao Zhu pointed out, "Look, the marks on your neck aren’t even concealed by makeup."

Leng Yu Yan touched her neck, half-embarrassed, half-joyful, "Miao Zhu, I think I’m in love with him."

Miao Zhu knowingly asked, "The Crown Prince?"

"Yes!" Leng Yu Yan nodded.

Miao Zhu laughed, "Didn’t you fall in love a long time ago? The maids could all see it clearly!"

Xia Tao also said, "You were in love long ago. Now, you’ve realized it’s deep love."

Dong Yan bluntly stated, "Didn’t you always like the Crown Prince? Otherwise, why would you be mad at him yet personally pick herbs for him?"

"Did I?"

Leng Yu Yan pondered, perhaps she liked him because he was handsome?

At this moment, Ye Yiheng, recently called out by the Dark Guard Bureau, returned to the room.

Seeing Leng Yu Yan still dressing up, he walked to the dressing table and naturally took the eyebrow pencil.

"Shall I draw Yanyan’s eyebrows?"

Leng Yu Yan glanced at him with a smile, "Miao Zhu and Chun Xia Qiu Dong are all here."

The five maids curtseyed in unison, "We will take our leave."

They then left the bedroom laughing.

Leng Yu Yan shook her head at their backs, then turned to see someone looking at her intently.

"Your Highness, do you know how to draw eyebrows?"

Unexpectedly, he gripped her waist and placed her on the dressing table.