Leng Yu Yan straightened up and wrapped her arms around his neck, but did not answer. Ye Yiheng easily carried her back to the bedroom. She suddenly realized something, having seen him busy in the study earlier, she felt embarrassed and said, "Your Highness, am I disturbing your work?" "You came just in time, Song Guo has been advising me to rest early for a few times, I should be thanking you instead." His voice contained a hint of laughter. "Your Highness, your work is demanding, but you should consider that your eyes have only just recovered. Now is definitely not the time to overuse them," she said gently. "I dreamt that Your Highness was fierce, and I wanted to see if you were fierce in reality too..." Ye Yiheng, still holding her, continued towards the sleeping chamber, "Am I fierce at this moment?" Leng Yu Yan shook her head, "Not fierce." When they reached the sleeping chamber, he placed her on his bed. Leng Yu Yan looked around and then realized— "I should go back now." She got up, but Ye Yiheng wrapped his arms around her waist. "It’s already early morning, I’m not at ease with you going back now, stay in the Eastern Palace." Leng Yu Yan pursed her lips, "I seem to have come here on my own, won’t Your Highness think less of me?" She really had nowhere else to say it, although he had previously had doubts, she still did not mention her time-travel. Now knowing that she was actually reborn, her emotions were extremely complicated. Both time-traveling and rebirth, these incredible events had happened to her, and she was anxious to find someone to talk to. But in this era, who could she tell? Not her elder brother, nor Ye Jiu. The only person she thought of was him, Ye Yiheng. But when she actually faced him, she had a thousand words in her heart, yet couldn’t utter a single one. Honestly, she was not afraid of others thinking she was a monster, but she was most afraid of him thinking she was a demon. Therefore, when she saw him, she only said she wanted to see him, to hold him. To a certain extent, she was also a loner. Ye Yiheng held her from behind and murmured in her ear, "Why would I? I wish you would stay!" His voice was charming and laced with laughter. Furthermore, tonight had been overly busy, otherwise, he definitely would have gone to find her. At Linqing Pavilion, they had separate rooms, and without her by his side, his sleep was lighter and less peaceful. Only when she slept beside him was his sleep of good quality. Ye Yiheng turned her body to face him, seeing her beautiful eyes look at him incredulously, he laughed and added, "If you have nightmares again, with me here, you can do whatever you wish." Having used Qinggong to come here, despite it being March, the deep night was still cool, and coupled with her period, she still felt cold, hence she said, "Then I’ll sleep in the guest room." Ye Yiheng noticed and quickly pinched her hand, "Why is it still so cold?" "I’ll warm up in the bed." Saying so, she gently pulled away from his grasp and walked towards the guest room. Unexpectedly, she had only taken a few steps when she felt dizzy. Ye Yiheng quickly caught her, feeling something unusual in his hand, he lifted his palm and noticed it was stained with blood. He quickly realized, this woman only felt cold in her hands and feet when she was unwell. The man’s handsome brows furrowed tightly, his eyes full of concern. Leng Yu Yan’s face instantly turned red, and she nodded timidly. Ye Yiheng picked her up again and placed her on the bed. Thinking of her fastidiousness, Leng Yu Yan hurried to get off the bed, "It will dirty Your Highness’s bed." "Sleep tight!" the man deepened his voice, then immediately left the bedroom, instructing the palace maid to attend to Leng Yu Yan. The palace maid arrived swiftly and worked expediently, even replacing the bedding with new ones. A line of palace maids walked out. Someone whispered softly, "His Highness the Crown Prince truly favors Princess Beilan now!" "When the Princess first arrived at the Eastern Palace, there were palace maids who dared to insult the Princess to her face, because they saw that His Highness did not like the Princess. Haven’t you noticed, nowadays in the Eastern Palace, are there any maids who dare to show their disdain toward the Princess?" Several palace maids nodded in agreement. Leng Yu Yan wasn’t in the mood to care about the palace maids’ gossip, her lower abdomen faintly hurt, fearing she wouldn’t sleep well tonight. At that moment, Ye Yiheng came out of the bathroom. Tall and broad-shouldered, with his hair loose and wearing his night robes, he walked towards her, appearing like an immortal treading on waves. Leng Yu Yan blinked her eyes, wondering how such a handsome man couldn’t alleviate her abdominal pain. Seeing her half-reclining on the bed with a slight frown, Ye Yiheng felt a sudden pang of heartache. "Abdominal pain?" he asked. Leng Yu Yan nodded, "It didn’t hurt during the day, I didn’t take it seriously after waking from a nightmare, but it seems I caught cold earlier, and now it’s , as if I brought it upon myself." Ye Yiheng climbed into bed, his hands were not warm enough, how could he warm her to ease the abdominal pain? A thought struck him, and he infused Inner Strength into the palm of his hand, moving it above her lower abdomen. The sudden touch made Leng Yu Yan tense up, "Your Highness, you mustn’t!" "Why not? You are my woman!" He drew her into his arms, continuously transferring Inner Strength into his palm. When she had menstrual pain in the past, she had tried using Inner Strength, but it was not very effective. For some reason, as he gently massaged, the sensation of pain diminished greatly. Was it because his Inner Strength was more robust than hers, or because of his massaging? Impulsively, Leng Yu Yan reached up to his shoulder, planting a kiss on his cheek. Her lips were tender and fragrant, causing Ye Yiheng’s heart to stir. "Yanyan, will you marry me?" "Uh..." she was startled, "We are already fiancés, and our wedding is soon, is there a need for you to ask?" "I am proposing, Yanyan, do you agree?" "Proposing?" She was shocked that he would ask such a question. An ancient person, proposing? "I was thinking, when a man and woman marry, the man should ask for the woman’s consent, earnestly and sincerely," he took her hand, speaking both deeply and seriously, "Yanyan, will you marry me?" Blushing shyly, Leng Yu Yan lightly nodded her head. Ye Yiheng pretended not to notice, asking again, "Yanyan, you do not agree?" "I agree," she finally spoke. A smile spread across his face, and he hugged her tightly, planting a light kiss on her forehead. The next morning at dawn, Miao Zhu thought Princess Beilan was still asleep when she saw no movement in her room. By mid-morning, when the Princess still hadn’t arisen and with the Imperial Examination looming, she urgently needed to review her lessons. In her urgent concern, Miao Zhu entered the room. But to her alarm, the bed was empty; a quick scan revealed only the open window. Miao Zhu’s heart sank suddenly, not good, the Princess had been kidnapped! Considering this possibility, Miao Zhu hurried to the front courtyard, she needed to find the Princely Heir and have him search for the Princess. But unfortunately, the Princely Heir had already gone to the military camp. Ye Jiu saw Miao Zhu in distress and promptly asked, "What’s the hurry? What has happened?" "Princess Ninth..." Miao Zhu hesitated mid-sentence. The Ninth Princess was the Crown Prince’s sister, although the Princess had a good relationship with the Ninth Princess. But what if through the mouth of the Ninth Princess, the Crown Prince found out the Princess had been kidnapped last night, and then the Crown Prince no longer wanted the Princess, what then?