On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince's Hidden Illness-Chapter 242 - Together in One Bed

Chapter 242: Chapter 242: Together in One Bed

Chapter 242: Chapter 242: Together in One Bed

“Are you sure?” he asked again.

“Positive, absolutely!” Leng Yu Yan pushed him, “Hurry up!”

If her mother discovered the Crown Prince in her room, her mother’s illness would surely worsen.

Hearing footsteps growing nearer, Leng Yu Yan pushed him again.

Ye Yiheng shook his head with a low chuckle, swiftly took off his boots, and got into the bed.

This man is quite particular, Leng Yu Yan mused, as she kicked his boots under the bed. Just then, the door creaked open.

She quickly rolled into bed as well.

Inside the dim canopy, Leng Yu Yan turned and her nose bumped into someone’s shoulder.

Ignoring the sore nose, she lowered her voice, “Lie down quickly!”

Ye Yiheng lifted the brocade quilt to get in; the daughter’s delicate fragrance wafted to his nose, inadvertently causing his Adam’s apple to roll.

Miao Zhu entered with a lamp, brightly illuminating the room.

The Yun Family saw the canopy sway and asked, “Mian’er hasn’t slept yet? Let’s chat with mother.”

Leng Yu Yan tucked in the quilt and poked her head out of the tent, yawning daintily, “Mother, I’m tired. Can we talk tomorrow?”

“You child, usually a night owl, why sleep so early today?”

During the conversation, the Yun Family started to lift the brocade curtain.

Leng Yu Yan hurriedly clutched at the curtain, “Mother, I’m not wearing much.”

“A girl grown up, now knows shyness,” the Yun Family halted the motion and sat on the bedside embroidery stool, “Mother will just ask a few questions, and then you can sleep.”

“Mother, please ask.”

Leng Yu Yan rested her head outside the tent, leaning on her hands while looking at the Yun Family.

Her bed, tailored for a maiden’s boudoir, was smaller than a double; it was a tight squeeze with two people on it.

Lying on the edge like this, her body inevitably touched Ye Yiheng inside, making her cheeks instantly blush.

The Yun Family thought her blush came from the mention of growing up and didn’t think further.

It was only then that Ye Yiheng realized that the girl before him not only had tender, boneless hands but also arms soft as jade lotus roots. Right now, her leg was resting on his palm, separated only by her thin sleeping pants, and what he felt profoundly was the difference between men and women.

Unlike the taut muscles full of male strength, she was incomparably soft and smooth, buttery to the touch.

He had held her before, but then his grip was mostly around her knees, without the impactful sensation of this moment.

And now Leng Yu Yan moved again; it was as if her leg brushed against his palm.

If he withdrew his hand, it seemed improper; but leaving it there was also wrong.

The Crown Prince, usually decisive in life-and-death matters, found himself indecisive in this moment.

His mind a blank slate, he could only stiffly maintain his hand under her leg.

Outside the tent, the Yun Family asked softly, “Mian’er, are you truly willing to marry the Crown Prince?”

Leng Yu Yan bit her moist lips. If she said she wasn’t willing, or there was a reason, would the person inside snap her fragile neck?

At the moment he was lying down, and when she moved her leg earlier, it was to shove his hand from under it. To her surprise, he didn’t move, and now it was just right; she was pressing down on one of his hands.

Thus, she only had to deal with his other hand. If he really reached for her neck, she would kick out.

Leng Yu Yan calculated which kick to use while nodding at the Yun Family.

“Mother, I am marrying of my own free will.”

She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but it felt like the fingers on the hand she mentioned trembled slightly.

Yun Family leaned in and whispered softly, “Honestly, the Crown Prince is quite handsome, even more so than your Father King in his youth. It’s such a pity he can’t see. If he truly could be good to you, I would accept him as my son-in-law.”

Inside the brocade tent, Ye Yiheng heard this and his thin lips pressed together. Princess Zhenbei’s behavior was probably just a common mother’s love for her child. Not like his own Empress Dowager, who was cruel and unfeeling. Even a normal mother-son heart-to-heart was a luxury to him.

With her mother so close, Leng Yu Yan’s heart pounded like a drum, fearing that at any moment, the brocade tent would be lifted and Ye Yiheng caught red-handed by her mother.

Suppressing the wild beating of her heart, Leng Yu Yan hurriedly said, “Father King is still very handsome, even more so when he was younger. Mother, is that why you fell for Father King?”

“You child,” Yun Family’s face turned red, and she shifted back, then asked again, “Tell me, why did you take a fancy to the Crown Prince?”

“Uh…”

Leng Yu Yan struggled for words, unable to articulate a single one.

Her mother hadn’t gone to the study today and naturally didn’t know of the family’s interrogation about her.

Her mother coming alone at this moment was for her own good.

Touched, she said, “The day I went to the mountains to gather medicine for you, it was the Crown Prince who saved me. My ankle was cut, and it was the Crown Prince who helped me bandage it.”

Hearing this, Yun Family nodded and then sighed, “The Crown Prince not being able to see, yet still saving you like that, truly wasn’t easy. A hero saves a beauty, and the beauty reciprocates with her person; it makes for a fine story. Moreover, in reality, if a woman’s foot has been touched by a man, she ought to marry him.”

“Mother…”

In this era, does being touched by a man really mean you have to marry him?

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Then what about them lying together on the same bed right now, how many times would she have to marry him?

Inexplicably, Leng Yu Yan’s heart raced.

“Mother understands why you’re willing to marry the Crown Prince now. I only want one thing, for him to treat you well!”

“Mother, you are so kind!”

Thinking of her own mother, tears slowly welled up in Leng Yu Yan’s eyes; she blinked fiercely to hold them back.

If her mother were still alive, would she also be asking her these questions?

Yun Family stood up and reached out to touch the top of her head, “Mian’er, go to sleep. It’s time for your mother to rest too.”

Leng Yu Yan rubbed her face in Yun Family’s palm, then instructed Miao Zhu, “Miao Zhu, see Mother out.”

Miao Zhu agreed and helped Yun Family leave the room.

Before long, the room quieted down.

Leng Yu Yan pulled her head back into the tent, moved her leg away from his palm, and said firmly, “Your Highness, it’s time for you to leave!”

Watching her leg evade him, Ye Yiheng curved his long fingers like white jade, “Are you embarrassed?”

Those three words, smooth and deep, were teasing.

“Embarrassed about what? What do I have to be embarrassed about?” Although she countered, she lacked the courage to meet his gaze. She pulled the covers over, settled down, and insisted, “I’m going to sleep, Your Highness, please leave!”

Ye Yiheng sat upright, preparing to climb over her, but was startled by her sudden sitting up.

They were only inches apart, nose to nose…

Their breaths mingled, and he could even hear her heartbeat quickening.

In the light of the lamp left outside the tent by Miao Zhu, he could clearly see her trembling lashes, her delicate porcelain-like skin, her icy smoothness and exquisite beauty.

His gaze landed on her tender, rosy lips, and Ye Yiheng’s eyes darkened.

“The issue of restoring your birth mother’s reputation has yet to be discussed. Aren’t you going to say something, Commandery Princess?”

His voice was hoarser than he realized.

Leng Yu Yan leaned back instinctively.

He was so close to her, close enough that she could clearly see his eyelashes, the profound depth of his pupils, and his inscrutable gaze…

And it was enough to make her whole body feel a strong sense of pressure and intrusion.