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

The person spoke respectfully, "Princess, just as I arrived outside the Eastern Palace, I saw the Leng Family's ugly daughter trip while holding a food box."

Consort Xian's face grew grim upon hearing this, "Tripped?"

The person nodded, "The rain was too heavy at the time, and I was at a certain distance, but I indeed saw her fall. The dishes inside the food box flew out and shattered on impact. Perhaps because of the heavy rain, the ground was waterlogged, which is why the Leng Family's ugly daughter fell."

Hearing that even the dishes shattered, Consort Xian's expression turned even more severe.

At that time, she had only sent two palace maids with her and was not at ease, so she had sent a confidant from the Imperial Army as well.

The walls of the Eastern Palace were tall, and some things required someone with skills.

She didn't expect that the two palace maids would return so quickly, and at the time, she was relieved that she had sent her confidant in time.

But the information she received now infuriated her.

The pastries she had gone to great lengths to make herself, now all efforts were in vain.

Allowing the Crown Prince to escape so easily, she truly let him off lightly!

Seeing Consort Xian's displeasure, the confidant hesitated and then added, "The Leng Family's ugly daughter stood up and walked to the gate of the Eastern Palace with the food box. She stood there for a long time, and the people of the Eastern Palace were unwilling to let her in, looking quite embarrassed."

Consort Xian's face was full of anger, and her eyes showed an unmistakable severity, "She couldn't even enter the Eastern Palace's main gate?"

"No, it's not that. She stood at the gate for a very long time. Perhaps the people inside took pity on her and finally opened the gate, allowing her inside. It seems that the people of the Eastern Palace don't like the Leng Family's ugly daughter very much. Not long after she entered, they sent her away in a small horse carriage."

Hearing this, Consort Xian couldn't help but wonder, was Leng Yu Yan truly stupid or just useless?

Could it be that the Crown Prince despised Leng Yu Yan for being too ugly, and that's why he acted like this?

Had she chosen the wrong person in Leng Yu Yan to be a spy?

The Crown Prince was truly blind, caring about beauty and ugliness for what?

--

The night sky was completely dark.

The rain was much lighter than in the afternoon, but it continued to fall in a fine drizzle.

The Eastern Palace, with its lanterns lit up, appeared ethereal through the rising mist, as if from a dream.

Ye Yiheng stood on the Observation Platform, gazing through the misty veil of rain, lost in thought.

This episode of his eye ailment had lasted a long time, and only just now had he mostly recovered.

When would the next episode strike, and how long would it last?

He also wondered how many days like this he had left.

Mo Chen hurried over. At this moment, his Highness stood tall and majestic, hands clasped behind his back, and his eyes were not covered by white gauze.

Could his Highness see again?

Hearing the footsteps, Ye Yiheng slightly tilted his head, and his gaze became piercingly cold.

In a moment, a layer of chilling aloofness enveloped him.

Seeing his master's expressionless face and his haughty, cold gaze as if he scorned all creatures, Mo Chen quickly bowed his head, not daring to look more than necessary, and respectfully greeted, "Your Highness, the matter has been investigated."

"Speak."

"Fifth Miss Lai was fulfilling Consort Xian's order to enter the palace in the afternoon. When she entered the palace, there was no food box with her, but when she left Chenglan Palace, she was carrying it."

Ye Yiheng's phoenix eyes suddenly narrowed, "Consort Xian again."

Mo Chen nodded and added, "When Fifth Miss Lai arrived outside the Eastern Palace, it seemed she tripped. Many broken pastries were scattered on the ground, all dissolved by the rain."

Ye Yiheng closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Was there something wrong with the pastries?"

When he opened his eyes again, a deep authoritarian air filled them.

"Your Highness is wise!" Mo Chen bowed again, "Where Fifth Miss Lai had fallen, I carefully searched and finally found a relatively intact piece of pastry in the bushes. The teacher examined it and found that the pastry originally contained poison."

"What poison?"

"Unfortunately, with the rain wash, it's difficult to identify which poison."

Ye Yiheng sneered coldly, "Consort Xian is so eager to take my life."

The air around him seemed to freeze in an instant.

When his Highness could see, he was always like this, with an overwhelming presence felt everywhere.

At this moment, it was as if a terrifying wave had swept in, and Mo Chen suddenly found it hard to breathe, "Your Highness, should I deal with Consort Xian?"

Ye Yiheng spoke in an even tone, undisturbed, "No rush, let's start with her maternal family first."

Consort Xian had two sons, Fourth and Seventh.

It was precisely because she had two sons that she held considerable sway in the harem.

After the Empress Dowager passed away, the Four Concubines managed the harem.

The four of them had been engaged in an open and covert struggle for many years, appearing harmonious on the surface, calling each other sisters; in reality, however, they were caught in a maelstrom of cunning and deceit, vying with each other in a game of wits.

Fourth and Seventh behaved similarly, feigning fraternal respect while wishing death upon each other in secret.

To hit the snake at its vital spot, Consort Xian's greatest desire was to be taken away or destroyed; it was even more painful for her than losing her own life.

Isn't her ultimate goal to see her own flesh and blood ascend the throne?

Now, in her pursuit of power, her biggest backer was indeed her maternal family.

Moreover, Consort Xian thinks she has made good use of Fourth, her adopted son, whose thoughts were perhaps even deeper and more profound than those of Seventh.

If one could watch the three of them, mother and sons, fight among themselves, the drama would certainly be spectacular!

"And Miss Lai..." Mo Chen hesitated.

How should she be dealt with?

Yet, he could not voice this question.

After all, Miss Lai was nominally the Crown Prince's betrothed.

Ye Yiheng moved his fingers slightly, "She is merely a scapegoat found by Consort Xian. Since she seems to be behaving for now, we'll leave her be."

"Yes, Your Highness, I will obey!"

Ye Yiheng gestured with his hand, indicating that Mo Chen should withdraw.

Understanding the gesture, Mo Chen left quietly.

In the vast Eastern Palace, not many knew of the Crown Prince's eye condition; aside from a few close guards and the palace maid, Song Guo, the rest were oblivious.

Ye Yiheng was left to admire the night scene veiled by the rain curtains alone.

Leng Yu Yan was indeed lucky and resilient, a key storm had come, and a fall allowed her to leave the Eastern Palace safely.

Had Consort Xian chosen her to be a spy because she saw that Leng Yu Yan didn't want to marry him?

Indeed, if he died, she would really not have to marry him.

The problem was if he had died from eating the pastries, she wouldn't be able to escape blame.

Leng Yu Yan wouldn't be that foolish.

Perhaps she didn't know there was anything wrong with the pastries at all, and it was against her will to deliver them; this would seemingly explain her reluctance when she came to express thanks.

--

When Leng Yu Yan returned to Qingyu Residence, it was already deep into night.

Having been bustling about all day, she initially didn't feel tired.

For some reason, after seeing Ye Yiheng's bedroom, she felt extremely weary.

Once back at her own Qingyu Residence, she finally felt somewhat relieved.

Miao Zhu and Mrs. Zhao, upon learning their young lady had been caught in the rain, immediately set about making things right.

Seeing them busily at work, Leng Yu Yan shook her head, "I'm really fine."

"Even though you've already drunk ginger tea and bathed, Miss, it's still best to be cautious." Mrs. Zhao was still worried, touching her forehead, then instructing Miao Zhu to find a cloak.

Miao Zhu was quick and nimble, bringing a cloak, and looked at her young mistress's crimson dress, commenting, "The dress is pretty indeed, but it doesn't fit well. His Highness the Crown Prince is really stingy, not even finding you a proper fitting set."

"Having dry clothes to change into is good enough, why fuss over the rest?" said Leng Yu Yan with a light laugh.

As Miao Zhu helped her young mistress don the cloak, she said playfully, "Miss, do you think maybe this dress belongs to His Highness's favorite, which is why it doesn't fit you?"

"Uh..."

Leng Yu Yan was choked with questions.

He has a favorite?

The rumored first love?