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

Outside the walls of the Eastern Palace at this moment.

Leng Yu Yan dumped all the pastries on the ground and trampled them into mush.

The rain washed over the ground, rapidly diluting and dispersing the poison of the intestinal rupture powder.

Thus, the toxicity was reduced to harmlessness.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a figure in black flashing towards her.

In the blink of an eye, Leng Yu Yan picked up the food box and had only walked a few steps when her foot "slipped," and she fell to the ground with a splash, spattering water.

The person in black, seemingly startled, paused, then slipped into hiding at the base of the wall.

Leng Yu Yan stood up "with difficulty."

She had just completely rid her body of poisons not long ago and was still in the recovery period. She shouldn't be caught in the rain, fearful that she'd truly catch a cold now.

The entrance to the Eastern Palace lay ahead. Should she seek shelter from the rain?

She truly did not wish to share the indoors with a certain person, but the Eastern Palace was the nearest refuge.

And the experience of catching a cold was terribly uncomfortable; although she could cure it with the right medicine, the treatment was extremely bitter.

Compared to the bitterness, it was somewhat more acceptable to be in the same palace as that certain person.

Moreover, the person in black was still lurking in the shadows.

With this thought, Leng Yu Yan had already reached the entrance to the Eastern Palace.

The rain was relentless.

Beneath the gateway, water flowed rapidly.

Leng Yu Yan gently tapped the knockers on the gates.

The sound of the knocker hitting the gate was crisp and resonant, reminiscent of a bell, and imbued with elegance.

After a while, a voice from inside said, "His Highness is unwell today and will not receive visitors."

Although the voice wasn't cold, it carried a sense of detachment.

Leng Yu Yan wiped the rainwater from her forehead and noticed the person in black was still at a distance.

Being able to move within the Imperial Palace, this person in black must have some background.

Leng Yu Yan composed herself and sincerely said to the person behind the door, "My surname is Leng, the fifth daughter of Marquis Ningyuan, having just passed by here when the rain poured down. I hope you'll report my presence."

Inside, there was a moment of silence, and then a crack opened, extending an oiled-paper umbrella.

Leng Yu Yan reached out to take it, expressing her thanks.

"By His Highness's command, no visitors are to be received today except for the Imperial Physician," the person paused for a moment and then continued, "Miss Leng, please wait a moment, I'll quickly report your arrival."

The tone was much gentler, as if sympathizing with her drenched state in the rain.

"Thank you!" Lled Yu Yan leaned against the gate, holding the umbrella, her clothes soaked through; a good squeeze would certainly wring out plenty of water.

She pulled at the hem of the veil clinging to her cheeks and sighed heavily, thinking that what should have been a restful holiday had turned into such a mess.

Now she had quite "bathed," albeit in an utterly disheveled way.

The gatekeeper hurried toward the Crown Prince's bedroom but was stopped by Song Guo just outside.

"In such a rush, disturbing His Highness, can you bear the consequences?" Song Guo scolded in a low voice.

The gatekeeper, anxious, whispered, "Mr. Song, Miss Leng from Marquis Ningyuan's Mansion is waiting outside the Eastern Palace in the rain. What should we do?"

Song Guo was somewhat surprised: "The Fifth Miss from Marquis Ningyuan's Mansion, the Crown Prince Consort?"

The gatekeeper nodded vigorously: "She claimed her surname is Leng, the fifth daughter of Marquis Ningyuan, and also wears a veil."

Upon hearing this, Song Guo quickly turned and entered the room.

He had just talked to His Highness before noon, whether Miss Leng truly wished to marry His Highness.

At that time, His Highness was suffering from his cold disease, and in the few hours that had passed, aside from the visit of the Imperial Physician, indeed no one else had come to see His Highness.

Could it be a coincidence that Miss Leng had come to the Eastern Palace or was she there to see His Highness?

Song Guo was anxious in his heart yet moved with quiet steps, but Ye Yiheng heard him nonetheless.

Looking at the Crown Prince lying with his eyes closed on the bed, Song Guo felt conflicted. If Miss Leng had truly come to inquire, what should he tell His Highness?

Hesitating for a long time, he couldn't utter a word and had to pull on Jian Lecheng to indicate they should walk outside with him.

The two came outside, where the gatekeeper was still waiting.

"Young Master Jian, Mr. Song, what did His Highness say?"

Jian Lecheng was baffled by these two: "What happened?"

The gatekeeper repeated what he had previously told Song Guo and added, "I saw that Miss Lai was almost completely wet. I'm afraid she might catch a cold."

The weather these days warms up at noon, but once it rains, it's unbearably cold.

Hearing this, Jian Lecheng frowned: "Why did she come here?"

Doesn't this woman not want to marry His Highness?

Could it be that upon hearing His Highness is not feeling well, she has come to feign sorrow like a cat crying over a dead mouse?

The gatekeeper continued, "At Miss Lai's feet was a broken food box; it seems she fell while carrying it."

Hearing this, Jian Lecheng laughed out loud.

Carrying a food box to see His Highness, she must be up to no good.

Now that she has fallen, it really serves her right.

What do you call this?

It's called 'ugly people tend to make more trouble'!

At this moment, a voice came from inside, Ye Yiheng's voice: "Invite the person inside."

Although the voice was gentle, it was immensely authoritative.

Upon receiving the order, the gatekeeper quickly ran off.

Having been a gatekeeper for so many years, it was the first time someone addressed him as "Under your feet," yet she did not press him with her status as the Crown Prince Consort-to-be. Moreover, having seen her in the rain earlier, he couldn't help feeling pity.

The more he thought about it, the faster the gatekeeper ran.

Jian Lecheng entered the room to find Ye Yiheng draped in a large cloak, standing by the window, his veil already removed.

"Why are you up?"

Ye Yiheng glanced at Jian Lecheng and instructed Song Guo, "Quickly send someone to Xingning Palace, and ask the Ninth Princess for a set of clothes she has never worn."

Inside the Eastern Palace, apart from palace maids, there were no other female family members, and it would be improper for Leng Yu Yan to wear the clothes of a palace maid.

After thinking it over, clothes from his ninth sister would be the most suitable.

Song Guo responded and withdrew.

Jian Lecheng stood worriedly beside Ye Yiheng: "Why are you suddenly being so kind to her?"

"If she behaves, I naturally won't do anything to her," Ye Yiheng pulled the large cloak around himself.

Besides, even if someone unrelated wanted to take refuge from the rain, it was only right to let them in, wasn't it?

"You didn't need to get up, though. It would be much better to rest on the bed or the couch!" Jian Lecheng almost pleaded earnestly.

Ye Yiheng said indifferently, "Go try lying still for an entire day."

Besides, he found that standing up and moving around more made the sense of light in front of his eyes grow stronger.

Jian Lecheng touched his nose and sheepishly smiled, "Being awake and lying still for half an hour is more than I can bear, let alone for a whole day."

Leng Yu Yan was shivering with cold at the entrance of the Eastern Palace.

Finally, the door was opened, and someone invited her in.

"Thank you!"

"Miss Lai doesn't need to be so courteous," the gatekeeper said modestly, shaking his head.

Immediately, a palace maid came forward to hold an umbrella for her.

Leng Yu Yan smiled and nodded in thanks.

When she looked up, what appeared in her vision was the subtly luxurious Eastern Palace, which in the midst of the misty rain, seemed as splendid as the palaces of jade, making her feel as if she were in a fairyland.

Perhaps it was because of the rain, but looking at the vast Eastern Palace, she felt an oddly familiar sensation.

It even gave her an uncontrollable feeling of dizziness.

To prevent fainting, Leng Yu Yan raised her eyes to look in the distance where there was a high platform that seemed like an Observation Platform, surrounded by courtyards of various sizes.

The rain showed no signs of letting up, with the dragon heads on every column and stair merrily spouting water. Leng Yu Yan took a deep breath, which helped dispel some of the dizziness.