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Chapter 92: Chapter 92 Pressing on the Chest
Leng Yu Yan had no choice but to speak toward the door inside, “Your Highness, I suddenly feel unwell, I shall return tomorrow.”
Having said this, she turned around.
Song Guo hastily stopped her, “Miss, please hurry inside. Lady must have misunderstood something to be crying like that.”
As Song Guo spoke, Ye Yiheng had already arrived at the entrance to the Crown Prince’s bedroom.
“Come in.”
Underneath her eye veil, the corners of Leng Yu Yan’s lips twitched. She took a deep breath, turned around, and followed him in.
The man walking ahead had a leisurely pace, his robes billowing in the breeze.
It was as if he were strolling through an idyllic country path.
Indeed, whose youthful and charming figure was this, striding so elegantly?
The person was exceedingly tall, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs—a demon capable of captivating thousands of young girls with just his silhouette.
For some reason, at this moment, he exuded an aura of coldness that kept others at bay.
Leng Yu Yan shrank back a little—she should not have come to find him today.
Song Guo, very observant, followed them into the inner room, placed the box on the side table, and sensibly withdrew, closing the door behind her.
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Upon hearing the door close, Leng Yu Yan turned her head, and by the time she turned back again, she saw Ye Yiheng had taken off the white tassel hanging before his eyes and was looking at her indifferently.
“What misunderstanding does the Crown Princess Consort have?”
He actually took off his eye veil in front of her!
This made Leng Yu Yan quite uncomfortable. She lowered her eyelids, her tone somewhat stiff in response, “What could I possibly misunderstand?”
Even though she had lowered her gaze, the image of his face was still etched into her mind.
Eyebrows like swords extending into his temples, his eyes deep as the sea, the lines from his brow to his nose were perfect, and his jawline was sharp and smooth.
His features were fatally charming, his demeanor ice cold and extraordinary, filled with a striking aura and an intense sense of suppression.
Just then, he took a step closer to her, leaned forward slightly, and lowered his voice, “Then why consider leaving after having come?”
His crisp breath flowed through her veil, brushing past her ear.
Leng Yu Yan stiffened for a moment, quickly blinked, and took a deep breath, “Lady’s skin is very fair, Your Highness must cherish and appreciate your ladies. I thought Your Highness might still have things to attend to, so I wanted to return tomorrow.”
Ye Yiheng straightened up, the corners of his lips curving slightly, “You are quite frank.”
His voice was as cold as a breeze from the peak of a snowy mountain.
And his dark eyes, deep and tranquil, just quietly gazed at her.
Leng Yu Yan could clearly feel the cold scrutiny in his gaze, yet she dared not lift her eyes to meet his, especially not in this bedroom that had appeared in her dreams countless times; she dared even less.
This place, nearly in every corner, she had been pressed down by him or wrapped around his waist…
Unbearable and absurd dreams, where every setting and arrangement matched reality so closely.
She really couldn’t understand how she could dream of a scene that perfectly reflected reality when she had never been here before those dreams?
He raised an eyebrow and took a few steps forward.
Seeing him move further away and not reprimand her, Leng Yu Yan’s sense of oppression decreased significantly, and she let out a long sigh of relief, taking the opportunity to be bold, “Without hiding anything from Your Highness, I do wish to match Your Highness with Lady, so that when someone marries Your Highness, I can retire successfully.”
Listening to her clear voice and her words seeming sincere, Ye Yiheng knit his brows.
Seeing that he, unprecedentedly, said nothing, Leng Yu Yan grew bolder, “However, since I’ve come, I might as well speak of my request. The tassel curtain that Your Highness showed me the other day, I would like to borrow it, to wear for the Flower Festival.”
“Didn’t you say it was too heavy? I had someone modify it.”
“Oh.”
Outside in the main room.
A palace maid reported, “Mr. Song, Lady is crying so hard in the courtyard that none of us can console her. What should we do?”
Song Guo raised a finger to his lips in a silencing gesture.
At this moment, Leng Yu Yan emerged from inside.
Several people paid their respects.
After she had walked far away, Song Guo immediately led the palace maids into the inner chamber.
“Your Highness, what about Lady Fan?”
“Send someone to take her back overnight, and tell the aunt to find a family to marry her off to.”
Ye Yiheng’s voice was very cold, devoid of any emotion.
His words shocked the palace maids who had served Fan Minmin during this period.
Song Guo’s mind sharpened, and he shouted at the palace maids, “Well, aren’t you going?”
The palace maids respectfully acknowledged and then left to carry out the orders.
Lady Fan had run out just a moment ago, and now Your Highness wanted to send her away. Song Guo asked out of confusion, “Your Highness, what happened in the study when I went there?”
Ye Yiheng replied coolly, “She almost dirtied my hands.”
Hearing this, Song Guo roughly understood what had happened.
Lady Fan’s chest was exposed just now, she must have wanted to do something to Your Highness.
His Highness had a severe obsession with cleanliness; he never touched the food prepared by Lady Fan, let alone the lady herself.
That Lady Fan really had some nerve, using the heavy rain that day as an excuse to stay in the Eastern Palace, and stayed for so many days.
Had it not been for Your Highness’s good temper, she would have been sent away long ago!
“Your Highness, do you need to cleanse your hands?”
“Mm.”
Song Guo hastily ordered someone to come and serve the Crown Prince to wash his hands.
The washbasin was changed several times, and the soap was used several times over. They scrubbed his hands who knows how many times and changed out the handkerchief again and again, several in a row.
Only then did the stern look on Ye Yiheng’s face ease somewhat.
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The next morning.
Leng Yu Yan was still having her breakfast when Miao Zhu came over with a mysterious air and whispered, “Miss, last night Fan Minmin was sent back by the Crown Prince overnight.”
“Sent back?” Leng Yu Yan couldn’t help but be curious, what on earth had happened last night?
Fan Minmin had run out of the Crown Prince’s bedroom crying, without even buttoning up her clothes.
Miao Zhu said, “Now it’s buzzing all over the Eastern Palace that when she was sent back, Fan Minmin refused to leave no matter what.”
Leng Yu Yan sighed. It was a pity; she had intended to bring them together.
Could it be that Ye Yiheng became furiously embarrassed after hearing her intention to matchmake?
Well, what’s done is done, what more could she do?
Life in the Eastern Palace would probably become even more boring from now on.
Leng Yu Yan lowered her voice, “Tell me what happened last night, so I can enjoy my breakfast a bit more.”
Just some gossip to accompany the meal.
“Last night, Fan Minmin went to see the Crown Prince, bringing up the matters of their childhood. Suddenly, she claimed her chest hurt, and grabbed the Crown Prince’s hand to press it against her chest.”
Miao Zhu glanced at the wooden-like palace maids in the courtyard, and added softly, “She thought, since the Crown Prince was so caring when Miss had her monthly cycle, he would surely sympathize if she had chest pain.”
“The Crown Prince shook her off forcefully, and Fan Minmin immediately fell to the ground.” Miao Zhu laughed as she spoke, “She was stunned, having not expected to be shaken off before even being able to press his hand to her chest.”
Leng Yu Yan murmured, “So that’s what happened; no wonder I saw her crying when she came out last night.”
In the Crown Prince’s bedroom at that moment.
Song Guo addressed several palace maids, “You’ve told the maids of the Crown Princess Consort about yesterday’s events?”
The palace maids replied in unison, “We have, without missing a single word.”
Song Guo nodded with satisfaction, “Good, you may leave now.”
Once the palace maids had left, Song Guo immediately approached Ye Yiheng, “Your Highness, about yesterday’s incident, I’ve thought of a way to clear it up for you. Miss Lai is an intelligent person; she will certainly understand Your Highness’s intentions.”