On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince's Hidden Illness

Chapter 77: Chapter 77 She is Alone

Ji Qingyu murmured, “Ah Yan, I…”

I want to care for and accompany you!

Leng Yu Yan lifted her eyes upon hearing the sound, her clear orbs brimming with emotion.

His words were yet unspoken, caught by the dazzling light in her aqueous eyes.

Leng Yu Yan turned to the side, “May I take your pulse?”

“Of course!” He rolled up his narrow sleeves, extending his arm toward her.

Leng Yu Yan reached out and touched his pulse, which was sometimes steady and sometimes thin and floating, bearing some similarity to Ye Yiheng’s. It appeared that both of them had cold poison in their systems.

“How often does your cold disease occur?”

Staring at the small hand placed on his wrist, that hand was extremely white and soft, seemingly delicate and boneless, with slender fingers and naturally pink nails that were neatly trimmed, unlike other women who filed theirs sharp and stained them with bright rouge.

Such a hand, at first glance, brought joy to the heart.

Ji Qingyu cleared his throat and shifted his gaze from her hand, “Initially, we both would suffer from it once every other month, but mine later became monthly, and gradually it became more consistent.” @@novelbin@@

“And him?” Leng Yu Yan withdrew her hand, clarifying, “I’m not concerned about him, just curious.”

Ji Qingyu replied indifferently, “His condition is more complicated.”

“Why?”

“Two years ago, during the Empress’s birth month, he went to the mausoleum to pay respects to his mother and encountered an assassin, who poisoned him with a strange toxin. From then on, he became blind and his cold disease could attack at any moment. I do not know the specifics, as I had left the capital by that time.”

After saying this, a silence fell between them.

A moment later, Ji Qingyu suddenly rose, “Ah Yan, let us leave this place as soon as possible!”

Following Ye Yiheng’s temperament, he would soon discover the absence in Marquis Jiangyang Mansion, not in liquor houses or teahouses, nor in the usual places he frequented, and would immediately start searching in the suburbs.

“Oh.” Leng Yu Yan passed back the garment she was wearing to him.

Instead, he draped it back over her and adjusted it, “Keep it on, it’s warmer that way.”

Having said that, he extinguished the fire.

They walked along the narrow path.

Before long, Leng Yu Yan chuckled softly.

Hearing her, Ji Qingyu asked, “What are you laughing at?”

“I am laughing at myself. Since moving into the Eastern Palace, I’ve thought several times about escaping but never had the courage. Today, I’ve actually managed to leave the Eastern Palace for a while.”

“Ah Yan, I’ve asked Uncle Emperor to rescind the Crown Prince’s marriage decree and bring back the original candidate. That way, you will be free.”

“If it truly can be changed, I will be greatly indebted to you!” Leng Yu Yan smiled radiantly, but suddenly her stomach growled, and she said embarrassedly, “I’m hungry.”

She hadn’t eaten much at the Zuixian Building because he had taken her away.

Seeing her sweet smile, Ji Qingyu felt a softness in his heart and a twinge of guilt when she mentioned her hunger, “Did you not eat much this evening?”

“To tell you the truth, eating with a veil always makes it hard to eat much.”

“Let’s go, we’ll return to the bustling area, fill our stomachs, and then speak further.”

Let Ye Yiheng’s men find nothing in the capital’s suburbs!

“Okay.” Leng Yu Yan nodded in agreement.

“Speaking of which, does the patch you wear on your face bother you?”

“It’s somewhat bothersome, but not too much so, because indeed it did come from my face.”

Hearing her disclose such a secret fortune, Ji Qingyu was both shocked and delighted; she must see him as one of her own to speak so candidly!

“Did your face always have spots?”

“The matter is a long story. When my mother passed away, I underwent drastic changes in my appearance and figure, and that’s when the spots appeared on my face.”

The bright moon was high, casting a clear light upon the ground.

Two figures walked shoulder to shoulder, their shadows infinitely elongated under the moonlight.

An hour later at the Eastern Palace.

Mo Chen knelt on one knee before Ye Yiheng, “Your Highness, when our men arrived, the remnants of the fire were still warm; it’s evident that Prince Qing and Miss Lai left not long ago.”

Ye Yiheng’s face was grim as he rose to his feet.

Mo Chen clasped his hands, “Your Highness, where are you going?”

“Send orders to seal off all city gates.”

Leaving that one sentence behind, Ye Yiheng’s toes touched the ground, and he disappeared into the night.

Mo Chen furrowed his brows; this matter had actually required his master to take personal action.

Thinking of his master’s health, Mo Chen’s brow furrowed even more tightly as he quickly ordered the city gates to be sealed.

It didn’t matter whether Prince Qing and Miss Lai were outside or inside the city; if outside, they could not enter; if inside, they could not leave.

This would make the search a bit easier.

Ji Qingyu led Leng Yu Yan into a hidden chamber of the tea house.

They sat for a moment when someone promptly brought in a meal.

Leng Yu Yan was genuinely hungry. She returned the robe she was wearing to him, then rolled up her sleeves and began eating heartily.

Watching her small mouth stuffed full, Ji Qingyu couldn’t help but laugh.

Leng Yu Yan slowed down her eating, “What are you laughing at?”

“I’m laughing because the blind man has probably never seen you eat like this.”

At that moment, the door to the hidden chamber was split open by a single palm strike.

Ji Qingyu hadn’t even stood up when a gust of wind from the strike sent him and his chair into the corner.

The chair splintered against the wall, and Ji Qingyu, who had been sitting on it, suddenly fell to the ground…

“Puh—”

Blood spurted from his mouth.

“Ye Yiheng, you’re just in time,” Ji Qingyu wiped the blood from his mouth and climbed up from the floor, “I’ve told you, she is my woman, and I advise that you quickly ask the Emperor to cancel the arranged marriage!”

Leng Yu Yan had never seen Ye Yiheng so full of rage. Although his eyes were covered by a white gauze, it couldn’t conceal the fury in them.

Just as he was about to launch a second palm strike at Ji Qingyu, Leng Yu Yan stepped in front of Ji Qingyu, “Your Highness, please stop! Ji Qingyu’s cold disease is about to flare up, if you hit him again, the consequences…”

Ye Yiheng’s palm wind couldn’t be retracted in time and brushed past Leng Yu Yan.

In an instant, she collapsed to the ground, limp.

Seeing this, Ye Yiheng’s brows knotted fiercely.

This woman had actually shielded Ji Qingyu with her body.

Ji Qingyu stumbled over and propped up the upper body of Leng Yu Yan, “Ah Yan, Ah Yan, don’t scare me!”

Hearing him call her that, a blaze of fury boiled within Ye Yiheng, “She is the Crown Prince’s Consort, not your woman! Your woman is long dead!”

“If not for the pastries you gave her, it would be you who died, not her! From beginning to end, you owe me a woman!” Ji Qingyu laughed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, winding down his chin, wickedly red.

Ye Yiheng said coldly, “You can have as many women as you want, but Leng Yu Yan is out of the question!”

Ji Qingyu sneered, “No! I only want her! We met before she was betrothed to you, our feelings for each other were mutual. How could a cold-hearted person like you understand?”

At those words, the eyes beneath Ye Yiheng’s white gauze narrowed. She didn’t even bother to cover her face with a veil, openly revealing her blemishes.

Could it be that she and Ji Qingyu were really that close?

In front of him, she didn’t even need to cover her blemishes. Were their feelings really beyond his comprehension?

Seeing the blind man silent, Ji Qingyu continued, “Otherwise, what do you think our aliases Li Yu and Li Yu were for? Because we had already agreed to hide our real names and identities, to wander the mountains and waters, to stay away from conflict and strife!”

Hearing this, the rage in Ye Yiheng could not be contained any longer. With a sweep of his palm wind, Ji Qingyu once again spat blood and fell to the ground.

Pushing away the hands that Ji Qingyu had around Leng Yu Yan, Ye Yiheng directly picked her up and swiftly left.