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

The ceremony had concluded and the students dispersed.

The Mountain Master, seeing that the Crown Prince and Fifth Miss of Lai had a good relationship, wanted to give them a chance and thus called out to Leng Yu Yan.

"Your Highness, would you and Miss Lai like to sit in my study?"

To promote their affection.

Leng Yu Yan paused in her steps, "Thank you for your kind intentions, Mountain Master, but it's not necessary."

Right then, the Mountain Master led Ye Yiheng and the man who had just been called Young Master towards them.

"There are many treasures from the Late Empress in my study, Miss Lai could take a look."

Leng Yu Yan was about to decline again when she heard Ye Yiheng's faint, cool voice, "It's hard to decline the Mountain Master's generous offer."

What he meant was that he was willing to go to the Mountain Master's study to talk with Leng Yu Yan.

Jian Lecheng could hardly believe his ears, nearly dropping his jaw to the ground—had the Crown Prince gone mad?

The person before him clearly had eyes covered with a white veil, yet Leng Yu Yan always felt a gaze fixed on her.

Suddenly, she felt sweaty; being looked at like this reminded her of how in her dreams, he seemed about to strangle her...

She felt a chill on her neck.

Her neck was slender, easily breakable.

As she pondered, Ye Yiheng coughed lightly, "Then we shall trouble the Mountain Master."

Unable to resist, Leng Yu Yan let Lai Jiajia and the others go back to the dorm first, while she followed Ye Yiheng.

Many female students remained in the drill ground, all of them gazing as the Crown Prince and Leng Yu Yan walked together toward the Mountain Master's study.

Their eyes brimmed with jealousy.

They had to admit, if the Crown Prince didn't have any physical or hidden ailments, even if he were blind, they would still gladly marry him.

The man, even with a veil covering his face, was indeed a pleasing sight!

The Mountain Master, seeing that they conversed little along the way, opened up, "Your Highness, although Miss Lai is new to the academy, she is quite diligent."

"No need to worry, Mountain Master, teach as you normally would and do not consider my position," Ye Yiheng said, sounding as light as a breeze.

Leng Yu Yan clenched her fists.

Upon arriving in the study, the Mountain Master tactfully excused himself and also pulled Jian Lecheng out, carefully closing the door behind them.

Leng Yu Yan didn't want to stay in a confined space with him, for it easily reminded her of the dreams she had been having for two months.

Eager to leave and also to prompt him to speak with the Emperor about calling off the arranged marriage, she spoke first, "Your Highness, do you think I am uneducated and need to study diligently at the academy?"

"What makes you think it was I who arranged for you to come to this academy?"

His voice entered her ears like the collision of jade—beautiful yet chilling, and cold as ice.

She frowned, "Isn't it?"

"You must understand, the academy was established by the Empress Dowager. How could I bring you here? To tarnish the academy's reputation!"

Leng Yu Yan gave a self-deprecating laugh, "According to Your Highness, I am unworthy then. If that's so, why don't you refuse the marriage?"

"Do you want to hear the reason?" Ye Yiheng said with a smirk.

"Please speak!"

"What you most hope for is for me to refuse the marriage; if I were to do so, wouldn't that be granting your wish?"

His beautiful lips curved into a captivating smile.

With a smile on his lips and a coldness in his brows, his face exhibited such a contradiction—Leng Yu Yan suddenly found him unfathomable.

"Hehehe... To think that the Crown Prince himself spouts such nonsense! If Your Highness truly wished to marry, why then use the Late Empress's birth month as an excuse to delay the wedding?"

Leng Yu Yan bluntly pierced through his true intentions without showing any mercy.

"Seems you can't wait to marry me," he said, then...

Ye Yiheng took deliberate steps toward her.

A layer of malice quickly enveloped his ordinarily serene and handsome face.

For a moment, Leng Yu Yan felt as if she were in a dream.

In the dream, unspeakable and mad scenes began with his relentless approach.

Every time, she would wake up in a cold sweat.

Leng Yu Yan pinched her palm to prevent herself from losing composure in front of him.

"You Highness misunderstands, as I stated that day in the palace, I am not worthy of you." She offered a slight smile to ease the mood, "Your Highness is the dragon among men, while I am but dust on the ground. Fellow students at the academy and commoners in the market can testify to my unsightly looks."

According to what Li Yu had said, Ye Yiheng was fond of beautiful things, including people.

"If only Your Highness could see me clearly, if not for this, I would show myself to you in detail. Your Highness would then understand that while you are elegant and clear in conduct, I am ugly and worthless, truly not fit to be matched with you."

Remembering that the Young Master who had come over with Ye Yiheng was outside the door, she added, "Perhaps the Young Master could have a look and tell Your Highness in detail about my ugliness."

Hearing this from outside the door startled Jian Lecheng terribly.

Ye Yiheng laughed heartily and then summoned Song Guo to leave.

Leng Yu Yan felt as though she had punched cotton, exerting strength in vain.

After leaving the academy, Jian Lecheng urgently asked Ye Yiheng, "You clearly don't want to see her, so why did you?"

If he looked at her blemishes one more time and vomited in front of her, what then?

Ye Yiheng remained silent.

Today, although he could not see her face clearly, he could see her silhouette.

Among women, she was rather tall, but in front of him, her forehead reached only his chin, surprisingly courageous.

Jian Lecheng repeatedly said, "Your Highness, please never make me look at her face again, the sensation of vomiting is truly uncomfortable."

Supported by Song Guo, Ye Yiheng boarded the Eastern Palace Carriage, with Jian Lecheng following closely.

"Where is Miss Xu's father currently employed?"

"Your Highness, Mr. Xu is currently the Junior Minister at the Taichang Temple," Song Guo replied respectfully.

Ye Yiheng coldly ordered, "In half a month, transfer him to the Ministry of Personnel as the Assistant Minister of Personnel."

Jian Lecheng quickly reminded him, "From Junior Minister to Assistant Minister, from the Ministry of Rites to the Ministry of Personnel, this is a promotion, Your Highness!"

Ye Yiheng, expressionless, continued, "In six months, send him to inspect the officials on behalf of the Emperor. If he encounters a mudslide on the way, it would be convenient for him; if not, expose all his corrupt activities."

Jian Lecheng realized, "An official's corruption punishment is upgraded by one level!"

He sighed inwardly, marveling at the Crown Prince's skillful methods.

If things were handled now, everyone would know it was the Crown Prince's doing.

And Mr. Xu's guilt would seem relatively lesser, but if it proceeded as the Crown Prince planned, the lightest penalty might be confiscation of property.

Most importantly, after such scheming, no one would connect it back to the Crown Prince.

Jian Lecheng praised inwardly, finding that the Crown Prince's response was not in haste but was for the long term.

He made up his mind that he must find the Divine Doctor, both for the sake of the Crown Prince and for his own.

He had been tied to the Crown Prince since childhood; if the Crown Prince thrived, he lived, if the Crown Prince fell, he died.

Only by finding the Divine Doctor to cure the Crown Prince's eyesight could the Crown Prince have a chance to contest the succession.

With this thought, Jian Lecheng said, "Your Highness, it is said the Divine Doctor is an old man. Although Linqing Pavilion is his residence, he has no fixed abode and often travels. What could possibly attract such an old man's interest?"

Ye Yiheng snorted, "What could attract his interest? He's just greedy for money!"

Jian Lecheng nodded repeatedly, "Exactly as Your Highness says, a mountain of gold and silver would naturally attract his interest."