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

The Mountain Master cleared his throat and announced in a clear voice, "Today, the academy is fortunate, and all students are fortunate, to have the Crown Prince personally deliver the Empress's calligraphy treasure... "

At that moment, Xu Yaxiang lowered her voice and said, "The Crown Prince is about to lose his position; who cares about the Late Empress's calligraphy?"

Her voice was soft, but she deliberately let Leng Yu Yan hear it.

It is said that those who are blind have exceptionally good hearing, but Leng Yu Yan did not know whether Ye Yiheng had heard it.

However, she had already been betrothed to him, and even if she herself did not wish to marry, under such circumstances, she would not allow anyone to speak those words in her presence.

If she did not put a stop to it, others would only become more audacious, and even humiliate her in the process.

Moreover, the anger stirred up by the scene in the teaching building just before was still burning within her.

Two accounts to settle at once!

Leng Yu Yan pinched her slender fingers, turned around, and swung her hand across Miss Xu's face with a slap.

"Smack—"

The crisp sound of the slap was particularly jarring while everyone was listening to the Mountain Master's speech.

For this slap, Leng Yu Yan did not use her Inner Strength, yet blood already oozed from the corner of Miss Xu's lips.

She clutched her visibly swollen cheek, her voice shrill and on the brink of tearing, she screamed, "You dare to hit me?"

"Indeed, I hit you! So what?"

Xu Yaxiang raised her hand to strike back, but Leng Yu Yan grabbed her arm.

Unable to break free, Xu Yaxiang was so enraged that she almost popped her eyes out of their sockets, "On what grounds do you hit me?"

"Just now, you slandered my future husband right beside me, shall I repeat your audacious words for you?" Leng Yu Yan asked in a measured and steady pace, word by word.

After speaking, she slapped her again, leaving symmetrical rouge on both of her cheeks.

Xu Yaxiang screamed in shock, "You hit me again?"

"I did hit you, everyone saw it. If I was wrong to hit you, feel free to report me to the authorities and have me arrested!"

Immediately after, Leng Yu Yan slapped her once more, this time adding a thread of Inner Strength.

Xu Yaxiang was struck so profoundly that by the time she came to her senses to spit out a mouthful of blood, there was a tooth glaringly mixed in with the blood.

Enraged, her complexion turned purple and her neck veins bulged, "You freak, I'll make you realize that I'm not to be trifed with!"

Ting Manting had mentioned that ugly women had terrifying blotches on their faces—she must tear off her veil to let everyone see, only then could she quell the rage in her heart.

Leng Yu Yan offered a faint smile, "Speaking of ugly, at this moment, your appearance is even uglier!"

Being called ugly by an ugly woman, Xu Yaxiang was so infuriated that her eyes reddened, and she moved forward a few steps intent on grabbing the veil, "I'm going to fight you!"

She reached out to grab at Leng Yu Yan's face.

Leng Yu Yan deftly sidestepped and, raising her hand, slapped her face yet again.

"Just now in the teaching building, you disparaged my younger sister incessantly, must I teach you the manners that your parents failed to, huh? How to be a decent human being, how to respect others, and their fathers, hmm?"

Xu Yaxiang had not anticipated that she would not only fail to touch the edge of the veil but be slapped to the ground.

This scene at the bottom of the stage didn't disturb the tranquil Ye Yiheng above in the slightest.

The Mountain Master was embarrassingly at a loss and loudly questioned, "Xu Yaxiang, what did you just say?"

Xu Yaxiang, refusing to answer, scrambled up from the ground, her lips smeared with blood, her entire figure in disarray.

The teacher was exceedingly exasperated with Leng Yu Yan, feeling his words were wasted as if spoken to dogs, and angrily said, "Leng Yu Yan, what are you doing?"

A trace of mockery flickered through Leng Yu Yan's luminous eyes, "Teacher, have you received some benefit from the Xu Family to ignore her and question me instead?"

A simple inquiry, yet laden with doubt and insult, the teacher's face turned a sickly shade of green and white.

"How could this unsightly, witless girl uncover his affair with the Xu Family?

It must be a coincidence!

Still, the girl behind the veil radiated a delicate grace, her spine ramrod straight, exuding an undeniable presence that filled him with dread.

"Lai Jiajia finally found relief when Xu Yaxiang claimed that the Crown Prince's position was in jeopardy, and nobody cared about the Late Empress's calligraphy anymore."

Fifth Sister had avenged her so brilliantly that she vowed to cling to her 'mighty thigh' from that day forward.

At her words, a hushing silence enveloped the crowd.

Xu Yaxiang nearly collapsed, her voice firm despite her weakness, "It's all nonsense you sisters have concocted, ganging up on me!"

Leng Yu Yan glanced at Xu Yaxiang with indifference, "The things you said earlier, many here have witnessed."

Her voice clear and her tone gentle, she didn't come across as aggressive, yet Xu Yaxiang found herself speechless.

The teacher felt a chill down his spine, deciding it best not to draw attention to himself at this time.

Xu Yaxiang's face turned a deathly pale; despite the Crown Prince's waning influence, he was still the Crown Prince in name, and her open insult could not go unpunished. Realizing the consequences, fearing retribution from her own family, she closed her eyes and feigned fainting amidst her frantic thoughts.

The girls who had gossiped in the academy began to tremble, their earlier bravado vanished.

The Mountain Master quickly offered apologies on behalf of the teacher to Ye Yiheng, and immediately someone carried Xu Yaxiang away, sending her back to the Xu Family.

After the commotion, the calligraphy inspection ceremony proceeded.

From beneath his veil, Ye Yiheng's phoenix eyes turned towards Leng Yu Yan. He could only see a figure, her features obscured.

But there she stood, her posture unwavering, her composure imposing.

This woman was not to be underestimated. Despite her apparent loathing for him and her attempts to annul their arranged marriage, in public, she showed him respect.

In turn, he decided he owed her a gesture.

"The solitary prince, blind and ailing, is known to all," his voice smooth as jade, pleasantly cultivated, "Do not slander my Crown Princess Consort because of this."

As he finished, a warm, tender smile graced his lips.

They weren't even married, and he was already her defender, causing a stir among the onlookers.

Had the Crown Prince not only lost his vision but his senses too?

Standing aside, Jian Lecheng was absolutely dumbfounded. Just yesterday, he didn't even want to catch a glimpse of Lady Lai, and now he had changed completely!

Even addressing her with the title of Crown Princess Consort!

Most surprised of all was Leng Yu Yan—she had underestimated Ye Yiheng.

He carried himself with noble grace, yet she could see the chill and dispassion in his expression.

Ignoring the varying murmurs from the crowd, Ye Yiheng gestured for Song Guo to hand the scroll to the Academy's Mountain Master.

With boundless joy, the Mountain Master received it with both hands, as the teacher hurriedly bowed and hunched over to help him unfurl the scroll.

They took turns describing the Late Empress's calligraphy with exuberant praise.

The teacher went above and beyond, emphasizing the Late Empress's contributions to Xinya Academy, fearful that his earlier behavior would earn him the Crown Prince's grudge. He spoke on, all the while gauging the Crown Prince's reaction, and only relaxed upon seeing his composed demeanor.

Leng Yu Yan lifted her gaze to the calligraphy mounted on stage. The brushwork flowed like water, forceful and bold, at times vigorous, at times limpid, capable of piercing one's soul.

She smiled slightly—indeed, the Late Empress was a remarkable woman.

How could such an exceptional woman have borne such a cold and taciturn creature?

Suddenly, unable to contain himself, Ye Yiheng sneezed.

Startled, the teacher holding the scroll trembled uncontrollably.