It was clearly a proud, cold face with thin, indifferent lips, yet he spoke words that made one’s cheeks flush and heart race. The bullying he referred to—even if she didn’t know what exactly he meant, she roughly knew it would be more excessive than the nibbling kiss from before. Leng Yu Yan turned her head away: "I don’t want to." Seeing the elusive light flickering in her beautiful eyes, Ye Yiheng’s slightly raised phoenix eyes narrowed: "Really don’t want to?" She blurted out: "Do you want to bite me or something?" To pull back the collar and bite down hard? Hearing this, Ye Yiheng chuckled deeply: "Do you really think I’m a wolf?" Leng Yu Yan countered with a snort: "Yinhui shares your surname, aren’t you a wolf?" He shook his head, about to say something, when urgent footsteps came from the stairs outside, and soon there was a knock on the attic door. "Commandery Princess, someone has intruded into Linqing Pavilion," Miao Zhu said in haste. Leng Yu Yan asked in a deep voice, "Do you know who it is?" Ye Yiheng also withdrew his smile and listened intently to Miao Zhu’s response outside. Seizing the chance when his attention was diverted, Leng Yu Yan stepped out from the triangular area he had enclosed her in. "The person who came was quite arrogant; only after our people stopped him did he present a visiting card." Speaking with her head down, Miao Zhu dared not look up. The attic door was ajar, the crack was not wide, but it was just big enough to see the corner inside. When she hurried up the stairs, she glanced quickly inside. Just that one glance, she saw her own Commandery Princess being cornered by the Crown Prince, standing very close to each other. Although there was no intimate gesture, just the mere way they stood face to face was enough to keep her from looking up again. Leng Yu Yan quickly stepped forward to open the door: "The visiting card?" Miao Zhu presented it with both hands: "The visitor said they are willing to pay a high consultation fee." Leng Yu Yan scanned the visiting card briefly and ordered Miao Zhu: "Don’t let the visitor come up the mountain, I don’t need to repeat what excuse to use, right?" Miao Zhu nodded respectfully: "This maid understands, I will instruct the Pavilion Members accordingly." Leng Yu Yan waved her off: "Alright, you may leave." Miao Zhu obediently withdrew. Ye Yiheng walked slowly to Leng Yu Yan’s side: "Who is the visitor?" "It must be someone from Prince Xian." "It’s all there in the invitation," Leng Yu Yan handed the card under his gaze, "Your Highness may peruse it." Ye Yiheng took the card to read; the writing on it was quite presumptuous. [Previously, I was injured by malefactors and wish to visit your esteemed pavilion to seek medical attention from the Divine Doctor. I am a son of the dragon, and will certainly not be short of the Divine Doctor’s consultation fee. Should the Divine Doctor grant me a visit to your esteemed pavilion, I will come to Linqing Pavilion by the end of March, on a date that suits the Pavilion Master.] He closed the visiting card: "It’s Ye Zhenxian." Leng Yu Yan lifted her skirts to step over the threshold and head downstairs: "This person has already sent several groups." Ye Yiheng followed slowly behind her, tearing the visiting card in half and sneered inwardly; Ye Zhenxian sure has wishful thinking that the Divine Doctor would treat him. Hearing the sound of the paper tearing, Leng Yu Yan looked back: "There are several letters and cards from the capital city as well, does Your Highness want to look over them too?" The two made their way to the study. Leng Yu Yan pulled out several letters and visiting cards from a drawer. She unfolded one letter for Ye Yiheng to see: "This one is likely from the Emperor, judging by the handwriting at the top it must have been written by someone else." Ye Yiheng received the letter and immediately furrowed his brow. It stated clearly that if the Divine Doctor could create an Immortality Pill, he would be granted an official position, along with an offering of gold and silver jewelry and a stunning beauty. "An official position, a beauty?" He shook his head. "These are mere tactics. The Emperor also believes that the Divine Doctor is a white-bearded old man." As she spoke, Leng Yu Yan produced another letter, "This one, I suspect, also comes from your Tian Family, Your Highness. Who do you think it is?" "Seeking heirs, wanting his women to bear male children." Ye Yiheng read the letter and muttered to himself, "Who could it be?" "The letter paper is exclusive to the Tian Family, evident that the writer wants me to know of his power and influence. Can’t Your Highness guess who it might be?" Although the Emperor’s letter used ordinary paper, the choice of words and the tenor of the text revealed the writer’s supreme authority. Prince Xian’s invitation used red paper, which is ordinary, but within it, Prince Xian openly declared his identity as a Prince. But this letter, its writer had particularly deep calculations. Ye Yiheng pondered with knitted brows; there was no need to mention the eldest, the second, or the third brothers any further. The concubine of the Fourth had been sent away, and it was said all his other women had already been dismissed from his house. As for the Fifth, he had both sons and daughters, and he was known to be afraid of his Princess Consort. Earlier Ye Zhenyu had sought the position of a concubine because Lai Manting became pregnant. The old man thought he could hold a grandchild again, so he paid special attention to the Fourth and handed over important state affairs to him. With this in mind, Ye Yiheng speculated, "The Fourth?" Leng Yu Yan shook her head: "It’s the Seventh." "Ye Zhengmo?" Ye Yiheng’s handsome brows furrowed tightly. Leng Yu Yan nodded: "Only Prince Duan of the Fifth has born the Emperor grandsons and granddaughters; the rest are all in-laws’ children." Ye Yiheng sneered, "Ye Zhengmo is about to reach his coming of age, yet the old man has not mentioned selecting a consort for him, while Consort Xian has orchestrated several consort-selection feasts for this purpose." He had thought that their mother and son wanted to take their time to choose before letting the old man grant a marriage. Unexpectedly, Ye Zhengmo directly shifted his focus to producing heirs. Leng Yu Yan slowly folded the letter: "It shows that Ye Zhengmo is deeply scheming. He mentioned ’women’ in the letter, indicating not just one woman. If he surpasses the other Princes in terms of offspring, then his proximity to the Crown Prince’s position could also be closer." "Heh, no matter how many heirs he fathers, they won’t take away my position as the Crown Prince." "Your Highness, Ye Zhengmo probably wants to take the route of public opinion, letting the ministers and the public think he has the ability to flourish the Tian Family’s lineage." Leng Yu Yan’s words were spoken softly, but the hidden meaning was already enclosed within. Compared to the impotent Crown Prince and the Seventh Prince who had many children, what would the world think? At this moment, Ye Yiheng laughed: "Yanyan, your worries are superfluous." His words left her momentarily stunned. Someone impotent meant that they would not have their own children. On second thought, he could grant the Yinhui surname as he pleased, and in the future, it wouldn’t be a problem for him to adopt as many children from the Royal Family as he wished. With this in mind, Leng Yu Yan gave a slight nod: "You’re right, at least for now, Ye Zhengmo has not yet fathered a single child." Ye Yiheng shook his head; this woman could not discern his deeper meaning. It was also not convenient to explain at the moment. Well then, let the future actions reveal it to her. While Leng Yu Yan was tidying up her desk, she said, "With so many letters and invitations involving the Tian Family, plus the Ninth Princess and Your Highness’ repeated dispatch of people to Linqing Pavilion, can you blame me for not daring to reveal my identity?" "I understand that." He reached out and seized her hand, "Walk with me around the pavilion." He wanted to have a good look at her territory. "As long as you understand." Leng Yu Yan looked up at him, "This is my Linqing Pavilion, and I hope Your Highness understands that you must not lay a hand on me." Hearing this, his lips curled into a smile: "Would it undermine your authority as Pavilion Master?" "You know it does, why ask?" She wrenched her hand free, "I need to go gather herbs, Your Highness, please make yourself at home!" "What herbs do you need to gather now?" Ye Yiheng asked, puzzled.