Had a quick meal to solve for lunch. Leng Yu Yan, seizing the moment when no one was paying attention, moved to Ye Yiheng’s side and whispered, "Your Highness, our goal now is to quickly find the herbal medicine, do you understand?" Don’t tease her all the time! Ye Yiheng turned his face guiltlessly toward the direction her voice was coming from: "Yanyan, what are you talking about? I don’t understand." "Just sit tight," she continued, "We’re near a mountain spring, we might find other medicinal herbs." Leng Yu Yan said, glancing at him—he couldn’t see it anyway—so she glared at him again, harder this time. Usually, reasoning with a madman is futile, she thought he had regained his sanity by now, but apparently, reasoning with a blind man was equally futile. They found no other herbs the entire afternoon; today’s only result was one type of medicine. But even having one result was already difficult, and Leng Yu Yan was quite satisfied. Old Master proposed, "Tomorrow let’s go deeper into the mountains. I’ve seen there what Commandery Princess had painted on her paper, but just walking there takes half a day." "Travel time is no issue, Old Master, I hope you can guide us again tomorrow," Leng Yu Yan gratefully said. Old Master waved his hand: "What are you talking about, Commandery Princess? Our family can’t thank you and Your Highness enough!" That night, Leng Yu Yan had a dream. Leng Zongfa asked her to marry the blind Crown Prince on behalf of Lai Manting, to which she staunchly refused. "Father left me in the mountains for five years, and brought me back just to marry off in place of my elder sister. How could there be such a father in this world?" Leng Zongfa slapped her across the face with a sharp flick of his hand, "You are my daughter, and you shall obey me! Marry the Crown Prince in three days and serve him well. Otherwise, you’ll join your deceased mother and elder brother sooner, our Marquis Mansion does not foster idlers!" "I won’t marry!" she cried, covering her face. Leng Zongfa raised his hand to strike again, but she, unafraid, leaned her face closer. "In father’s eyes, I am not his daughter at all, my elder sister is. I am merely a scapegoat! It is rumored that the Crown Prince is sinister and cold-hearted, any girl who displeases him slightly ends up turned into a human skin lantern, with almost no one surviving. Father is not really asking me to marry the Crown Prince, rather, he’s sending me to my death." Tears filled her eyes as she sobbed out her accusation. Leng Zongfa retracted his hand and did not hit her again but turned to a servant, "Take the Fifth Miss to the ancestral hall, let her kneel for three days and three nights." A matron came forward and took her to the ancestral hall. Once the matron left, Mrs. Zhao sobbed, "Miss, with the Lady gone, if you really marry into the Eastern Palace, you will only suffer." "Mrs. Zhao, don’t cry, I won’t marry the Crown Prince!" She knelt in front of her mother’s spiritual tablet, her spine ramrod straight, "At most, I kneel in the ancestral hall for three days and three nights. If I refuse, what can they do to me?" But three days later, they drugged her and carried her into the Eastern Palace. As the Crown Prince was blind, the wedding was simple. When the effects of the sedative wore off, she woke up in the deep night. Lifting her veil, she looked at the red canopy above her; her heart turned cold. Rising from the bed and seeing no one else in the room, she felt a chill, took off the heavy phoenix crown from her head, used only a golden hairpin to do up her hair, then lifting her skirt, she ran toward the door. The moment her hand touched the door, it was pushed open from the outside. Ye Yiheng appeared in front of her, his eyes covered with a red cloth, supported by Song Guo. "Crown Princess Consort, why did you recklessly lift your veil?" Song Guo peeked toward the bed inside the room, indeed seeing the phoenix crown and jewelry scattered, then she told Ye Yiheng, "Your Highness, the Crown Princess Consort has also removed the phoenix crown." Seeing the fearsome Crown Prince in person, her hands trembled uncontrollably, and her legs felt as heavy as if lead-filled, unable to lift even an inch. Ye Yiheng slightly furrowed his brow and said coldly, "Taken off, then taken off." Hearing his words, she breathed a slight sigh of relief. The Crown Prince’s hands, long and slender as white jade, suddenly gripped her slender neck. His hands were icy cold, and his strength was astonishing, as if with just a bit more force, he could break her neck, and with another effort, crush her vertebrae. Just then, he suddenly leaned close to her, his breath almost pressing against her ear, "Thinking of escaping?" His voice was low and cold, exuding utter ruthlessness. Trapped in a dream, Leng Yu Yan struggled to wake up, but couldn’t. At this moment, she felt like a soul floating in mid-air, helplessly watching herself being restrained by him, unable to move. Song Guo lowered her brows sorrowfully and quietly closed the door. The moment the door shut, Ye Yiheng spoke again, "Thinking of escaping the Eastern Palace?" She nodded and said tremulously, "Please, Your Highness, spare me!" By referring to herself in such a manner, it was clear she did not acknowledge herself as his wife. Ye Yiheng’s lips curled with mocking intent, "There’s only one way to escape the Eastern Palace." He released her neck and slowly flexed his fingers, making a crisp sound of joints dislocating and relocating. Crack, crack, like ominous notes of a death knell. Hearing this, she panicked, her expression tense, "Please enlighten me, Your Highness!" "The only way is death, being carried out." His voice was unfluctuating; his tone was extremely aloof, like the chilling north wind, cold and indifferent to the extent that one could not sense any warmth. Hearing this, her entire body trembled. Seemingly noticing this, his cool lips parted again, "Do you want to be carried out now, or be the Crown Princess for a few days?" Though frightened, her mind remained exceptionally clear. Being carried out now meant being killed by him. Being the Crown Princess for a few days meant he would not kill her immediately. With this thought, she replied, "I will support you!" Such a quick change in this woman, Ye Yiheng’s handsome brows twitched slightly. He had brought countless women into the Eastern Palace, and they readily undressed and offered themselves, but she was the only one who talked of escaping right from the start. Even if she was trembling with fear, she endured it. Just then, she pulled out her hairpin, and as it just left her hair, he knocked it to the ground. Ye Yiheng grabbed her wrist, "Are you trying to stab me, or commit suicide?" She shook her head blankly, not sure if she wanted to stab him or herself, probably hoping to use the hairpin to force him to let her leave the Eastern Palace smoothly. Ye Yiheng couldn’t see her shaking her head, only hearing the light ringing of her earrings, this woman had quite a spirit. His stern expression softened slightly, this woman brought to him had a bit of interest; he might as well keep her for a few days. He squeezed her wrist, causing a faint pain that forced her to speak, "I just don’t want to consummate the marriage." Ye Yiheng lifted her sideways, "Spring nights are short." Her heart leapt violently. Wasn’t the blind Crown Prince known to shun the company of women, every woman that came close to him meeting bad ends? "Your Highness, what are you trying to do?" "Today is our wedding day, what do you think ought to be done?" The man’s deep voice made her flutter and she nervously swallowed, candidly saying, "Your Highness, I was not willing to marry into the Eastern Palace, I am marrying on behalf of my older sister. Your Highness cannot see, and does not know the bride has been switched, please spare me!" "The one marrying me is you, Leng Yu Yan!" His tone was cold, distant, and tinged with annoyance.