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

Chapter 88: Chapter 88: Panicking for Her

Ye Yiheng chuckled lightly, “Heh…”

This man’s temper was unpredictable. As the saying goes, ‘serving the prince is like living with a tiger.’ Yet, this prince, who was about to be deposed, was terrifying in such a way.

She needed to escape quickly!

Otherwise, if she couldn’t resist poisoning him to death, she would carry the burden of his frightful life forever!

Leng Yu Yan pursed her lips, “I wish to move back to the Leng Family. I hope Your Highness will grant me permission.”

“Not allowed.”

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His tone was ice-cold, like a chilling winter wind in the depths of December, shaking one’s body and soul to the core.

“The imperial decree clearly states that during the Empress’s birth month, I should accompany Your Highness. Since the birth month is almost over, I should take my leave,” Leng Yu Yan swiftly turned the topic to the Emperor, “If Your Highness does not allow it, I can only ask the Emperor.”

“As for you, Marquis Ningyuan’s Mansion is nothing but a man-eating demon’s lair. Why go back there?”

Leng Yu Yan clenched her teeth and said honestly, “To me, the Eastern Palace is as perilous as water and fire. I do not wish to continue living here. Just as there is a vast difference between Your Highness and me, one in the heavens and one on the earth, we truly do not match! Rather than torment each other like this, it is better to part ways sooner. Your Highness can walk your brilliant path, and I will tread my muddy trail.”

She turned to face him, her voice earnest, “Please, Your Highness, spare me. Give me my freedom!”

“Spare you? Who will spare me?” Ye Yiheng extended his long arms, grabbing her arm.

“You’re hurting me.”

She tried to withdraw her hand, but instead, he gripped it tighter, like a clamp that had been iced for a long time, suddenly locking onto her arm, causing a painful chill.

The man did not let go, his voice cold, “What did you talk about with the Imperial Aunt?”

As he spoke, he pulled her into his embrace, and his other hand slowly caressed her slender neck.

Her skin was warm to the touch, and the whiteness of her neck was tender and smooth beyond words. It immediately flushed a seductive crimson with just a light touch.

It was frustratingly tempting!

It made him want to bite down on it…

Shocked by his own thoughts, Ye Yiheng pinched the bridge of his nose.

Held in his embrace once again, her neck facing a fatal danger, Leng Yu Yan was rigid all over. She bit her lip, her long lashes trembling gently, her eyes flickering, “That is a matter between women, and it is not convenient for Your Highness to hear.”

The irritability and chill in Ye Yiheng’s body tore through him together, especially her faint fragrance, which triggered his cold disease uncontrollably.

Suddenly, a fierceness crossed his brow, and he violently pushed the woman in his embrace away.

“Bang—”

Leng Yu Yan hit the ground. Looking at his sinister, unpredictable temperament, she rubbed her uneasy buttocks and sat to the side.

She wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but at that moment, he seemed ready to torment her at any time…

Leng Yu Yan dared not speak more, afraid that the more she said, the worse it would become.

Suddenly, she felt a dull pain in her lower abdomen, the same pain she had felt earlier at Marquis Jiangyang Mansion assaulted her again…

Leng Yu Yan was suddenly alarmed. Could it be that her period had started?

Since arriving in this body, she had not yet experienced a menstrual cycle. She had almost forgotten that, as a woman, she should monthly endure this.

The discomfort made cold sweat slowly seep from her forehead. Silently checking her pulse, her body was weakened due to a poisoning five years ago, and she suffered from cold uterus syndrome.

No wonder she felt so chillingly painful.

Slowly, she covered her lower abdomen, leaning her head against the carriage wall.

Seeing her pushed down so easily, collapsing into such weakness, Ye Yiheng glared at her darkly, his handsome eyebrows tightly knitted, his voice cold, “Leng Yu Yan, stop acting in my presence!”

“Your Highness, forgive me, I am truly feeling unwell.”

As she spoke, her voice was soft and powerless, devoid of the sharpness she had when arguing with him earlier.

Ye Yiheng’s eyes narrowed sharply at the sight of the fine sweat beading on her pale forehead.

Could it be that she was broken by his push?

“What’s wrong with you?” he frowned.

At that moment, the horse carriage stopped at the entrance of the Eastern Palace.

From outside came Song Guo’s voice, “Your Highness, Miss Lai, we have arrived.”

Leng Yu Yan’s complexion began to pale, and she slightly closed her eyes, speaking to someone, “I am feeling unwell and afraid I cannot walk, please ask Your Highness to let Mrs. Zhao and Miao Zhu come over.”

Ye Yiheng quickly grabbed her arm, lifting her up.

But she leaned to one side, pushing her hand against his chest, “Your Highness, do not touch me!”

The more she said that, the more agitated Ye Yiheng became, and without further ado, he picked her up. @@novelbin@@

As he reached towards the bend of her leg, he inadvertently saw the bright red bloodstain on her skirt.

Fresh blood!

Both his heart and his phoenix eyes were shocked.

Ye Yiheng carried her horizontally and got down from the carriage efficiently, “Leng Yu Yan, without my permission, you are not allowed to leave me!”

After great difficulty, he had committed to one person, and even if he no longer liked her, he was willing to entangle with her.

No matter what, he would not let her leave!

All the way, Ye Yiheng’s lips were tightly pursed.

He was terrified that the woman in his arms would die.

“Song Guo, quickly call the imperial doctor.”

Ye Yiheng walked briskly, with Song Guo covering their tracks by moving a few steps forward, a few to the left, and a few to the right.

Hearing the order, Song Guo was about to summon someone when he was stopped by Leng Yu Yan, “No need to trouble the imperial physician; this is a woman’s matter, please ask Your Highness to send me back…”

Before she could finish speaking, Leng Yu Yan’s head tilted softly, resting against his chest.

Seeing her eyes tightly closed, a panic surged in Ye Yiheng’s heart.

In nineteen years, other than when the Empress Dowager passed away, he had never been so panicked by another person or another matter!

“Are you not going to call the imperial doctor quickly? Whoever is slow, I will have his dog’s life!”

His voice was sharply cold, startling the birds by the lake.

The surrounding palace maids and eunuchs immediately ran to find the imperial doctor.

Night enveloped everywhere, with the light flickering and casting dappled shadows on the trees and the road.

Ye Yiheng carried Leng Yu Yan back to his own bedroom.

He laid her flat on his bed, then quickly stepped out of the bedroom, and growled at the people outside, “Where is the imperial doctor?”

Just then, Fan Minmin, who had heard that the Crown Prince had come back, came over. Seeing her cousin so worried about one person, her heart ached silently.

She quietly glanced into the bedroom and saw Leng Yu Yan’s embarrassingly pale skin exposed beneath her veil, likely at death’s door, which made her heart leap with joy, yet her face showed only sorrow, “Cousin, many have gone to call the imperial doctor. Please do not be angry and take care not to hurt yourself!”

Ye Yiheng glanced at Fan Minmin from beneath the sheer fabric and returned to the bedroom on his own.

The imperial physicians, along with the medical woman, rushed over as quickly as possible.

Upon reaching the Crown Prince’s bedroom and checking Leng Yu Yan’s pulse, the situation became clear to them, and they immediately instructed the medical woman to take care of her.

The imperial physicians quickly left the Crown Prince’s bedroom.

Grand Doctor Zeng respectfully said to Ye Yiheng, “Your Highness, Miss Lai is alright.”

Ye Yiheng frowned but then relaxed, “Alright?”

“Miss Lai’s condition is a woman’s matter; the medical woman will explain it in detail to Your Highness shortly.”

After the medical women had finished their treatment, they also left the bedroom and collectively bowed to Ye Yiheng, “Congratulations, Your Highness, felicitations!”

Ye Yiheng was startled, wondering why the few old men outside refused to speak and only sent the medical woman to talk.

The medical women had come out and were congratulating him together.

What the hell?

Had everyone gone mad? Leng Yu Yan had lost so much blood!