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

Chapter 79: Chapter 79 Agitation and Irritability

“Normally when the cold disease acted up, his entire body would become abnormally cold.

But now there was a distinct irritability within him.

Even more deadly, these two could not counteract each other!

The alternating of cold and hot True Qi within his body made his entire body seem as though it was being torn apart, and with the agony that came, it pained him to the marrow of his bones. The phoenix eyes of Ye Yiheng instantly dyed a crimson red.

He quickly went to the back of the bedroom.

The candlelight flickered, casting beautiful and enchanting shadows.

Ye Yiheng removed his clothing, revealing the clear and smooth lines of his muscles and his powerfully sculpted torso.

On his pale white skin, it seemed as if wisps of cold air were emitting. As he stepped into the bath…

In just a quarter of an hour, the originally steamy water of the full bath rapidly cooled, gradually freezing a thin layer of ice on top.

While his thin lips slowly regained a touch of faint pink.

Yet the irritability inside him did not diminish in the slightest, with an intense feeling of discomfort causing a roar to emerge from the depths of his throat.

On the other side.

Ji Qingyu was carried back to Marquis Jiangyang Mansion.

Seeing the son with blood on the corner of his mouth, unconscious, the Eldest Princess Ye Yuan cried uncontrollably, ‘How has my son ended up like this?’

The guard said, ‘The state of the Prince is due to the Crown Prince’s doing.’

‘Ah Heng…’ Ye Yuan glanced sharply, ‘This matter must be kept strictly confidential. How could the Crown Prince, so weak, have the strength to do this?’ @@novelbin@@

Should anyone with an agenda learn of this, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Still, until when would this struggle between cousins continue?

The guard was a confidante of Ji Qingyu. Although his Master and the Crown Prince were on extremely bad terms, he was clear on the stakes involved, so he bowed and said, ‘Understood, I shall carry out your orders!’

Looking at her son’s pale face, tears welled up in the Eldest Princess’s eyes once again, her voice urgent, ‘Quickly find the house doctor!’

The house doctor hurried over, examined closely, and then mused, ‘Eldest Princess, the Prince has sustained an internal injury, and it just so happened that the cold poison has flared up. With both afflicting him, I fear for his life.’

The situation was so serious!

Ye Yuan’s figure wavered, and she quickly steadied herself with the help of a maid, furrowing her brows and asking the guard, ‘How did this happen?’

Since the house doctor was a trusted person, the guard candidly said in his presence, ‘The Prince took the Crown Princess Consort hostage, and only then did the Crown Prince take action.’

‘Why did Qingyu take the Crown Princess Consort hostage?’ Ye Yuan nervously clenched the hand that was injured, ‘Wasn’t he supposed to find Miss Li Yu?’

‘The specifics, this subordinate is also not clear. By the time I arrived, the Prince was already lying on the ground.’ The guard frowned and said, ‘Eldest Princess, what should we do now? Do we call the imperial doctor?’

Ye Yuan shook her head, once the Imperial Physician came, some matter could not be hidden.

Moreover, the Imperial Physician could not cure the cold poison anyway; otherwise, there would be no need to specifically keep a house doctor in their mansion.

Ye Yuan turned to the house doctor, ‘With my son in such a condition, what should be done?’

The house doctor pondered for a moment and then said, ‘For now, we should place the Prince in a medicinal bath. I will prescribe a recipe to treat the internal injury. With a dual approach, it may work.’

Ye Yuan said, ‘Good, proceed with haste!’

In the Eastern Palace, in the Crown Prince’s bedroom.

Leng Yu Yan had a very restless sleep.

In her dream, she was being strangled around the neck, her little face turning beet red.

‘Your Highness, I have not!’

The man’s eyes were covered with a white cloth, stunningly handsome, his slightly open chest revealing a bewitching allure.

‘Not?’ He still showed no intention of letting her go, his grip gradually tightening.

On the bath side.

Since emerging from the water, Ye Yiheng promptly dressed and his vision was again covered with a white cloth.

When he returned to the bedroom, he saw the person on the bed, choking herself, her little face flushed and red.

He rushed over, extending his hand to slap her face, ‘Leng Yu Yan!’

But unexpectedly, her hand still gripped her own neck tightly, violently shaking her head.”

Standing by her side, his restlessness within gradually intensified. Ye Yiheng’s handsome brows furrowed tightly, and in his irritation, he reached out and pinched her face.

The girl’s skin was as smooth as congealed fat, slippery like butter, compelling one to not let go.

Unconsciously, his grip tightened uncontrollably.

Pain shot across her face, prompting Leng Yu Yan to release her own neck, gradually awakening.

Upon opening her eyes, she saw him, neat and tidy, unlike the him of her dreams.

Though she distinguished between the nightmare and reality, Leng Yu Yan’s long, curled lashes still couldn’t help but tremble lightly.

“Cough, cough, cough…” She held her chest and coughed, then touched the side of her face where the pain throbbed.

Fortunately, he had pinched the side without the facial plaster.

She knew he pinched her to wake her up, but his hand was too heavy…

The pain numbed her cheek.

Hearing her cough, Ye Yiheng realized his palm breeze had merely brushed her, not fully impacting her body, but she indeed had sustained internal injuries.

Without uttering a word, he went to the adjacent chamber of the bedroom.

Seeing him leave, Leng Yu Yan immediately got out of bed.

By the time Ye Yiheng returned with a Ningqing Pill, she was no longer in bed.

He quickly walked outside, only to see her clutching her chest, hurriedly departing.

Her skirt hem unfurled with graceful curves under the moonlight and candlelight, shimmering with allure.

As if possessed, he followed her footsteps, arriving outside Tingfeng Garden.

Leng Yu Yan, upon entering Tingfeng Garden, couldn’t support herself and slumped against the courtyard wall.

Miao Zhu, who had been anxiously waiting in the courtyard, cried out and rushed over, “Miss, what’s wrong?”

The Miss hadn’t returned all night, making her and Mrs. Zhao nearly frantic.

They later heard that the Miss had been taken back to the Crown Prince’s bedroom. They wanted to see her but were barred from meeting her. The people next to the Crown Prince merely told them to return to Tingfeng Garden and wait for news.

At the sight of the Miss returning in such a state, Miao Zhu was truly frightened.

Leng Yu Yan placed her hand on Miao Zhu’s arm, “Quick, help me inside.”

“Miss, let the maid carry you.”

Miao Zhu squatted down and carried Leng Yu Yan inside.

By then, it was the middle of the night, and the palace maids had all retired to rest; Tingfeng Garden was quiet and still.

Mrs. Zhao hurried out, and as soon as she did, she saw two figures standing at the gate.

One was tall and stood with elegance, his robe fluttering slightly in the night wind.

He was extremely tall, and upon closer inspection, his face was covered with a white veil…

It was the Crown Prince!

In a flash of thought, Mrs. Zhao did not speak, instead helping Miao Zhu to support their young miss inside.

Just as she was about to close the door to prevent the Crown Prince from entering, a large hand pressed against the door.

Mrs. Zhao quickly bowed her head, uttering stammering noises.

Leng Yu Yan and Miao Zhu, hearing the sounds, both turned their heads to see Ye Yiheng standing there.

This man was silent as a ghost, wearing a loose white robe with his hair covered in a white veil late at night, his hair held back by a simple grey hairband, creating an indescribable air of austerity and an inexplicably ghostly aura.

His skin was cold and pale, conjuring a hauntingly bewitching sensation under such circumstances.

Miao Zhu quickly paid respects.

Leng Yu Yan spoke coolly, “Your Highness, please forgive me, I am unwell and unable to rise for a salute.”

Ye Yiheng’s thin lips parted slightly, “Out!”

These words were clearly meant for Miao Zhu and Mrs. Zhao.

With a chill in their hearts, the two women left the room, daring not to stray too far, standing vigil outside the door.

Ye Yiheng swept his palm, closing the door, and in a few strides, seized her chin without explanation, tugging it down forcefully, and directly tossed the pill into her mouth.

The pill dissolved upon contact; before Leng Yu Yan could discern the medicine, the melted elixir had already slid down her throat.