Chapter 572: Chapter 572: Take a Look and Treat Leng Yu Yan was seething with anger. Everyone was using Ye Yiheng’s incapacity as an excuse. Even if he was incompetent, she wouldn’t allow others to speak of him like that! In her fury, Leng Yu Yan clenched her fingers until her knuckles cracked; she desperately wanted to tear the mouths of the two people next door. Ye Yiheng was not at all upset, as the rumors would naturally dispel once they married. Seeing her trembling with anger, he stood up and walked a few steps to pull her back to the table, “Eat more dishes.” Leng Yu Yan turned to look at him beside her; his face was as calm and stern as ever, as if the discussions next door had nothing to do with him. Noticing she was staring at him, Ye Yiheng looked back into her eyes. Her beautiful eyes were full of concern; he smiled and said, “We already have ‘Ye Yin Hui’.” “Uh-huh!” Leng Yu Yan nodded vigorously, squeezing out a smile. About half an hour later, the two people next door left. Seeing that Leng Yu Yan had almost finished eating, Ye Yiheng also took her to leave the restaurant. Back in the horse carriage, he asked, “Do you want any snacks?” Leng Yu Yan was not in the mood to eat anymore, at least not at that moment, so she shook her head. “Do you have something on your mind?” he asked again. Sitting in the carriage with Song Guo and Miao Zhu, Leng Yu Yan shook her head again, “Not at all.” She planned to go home and discuss things thoroughly with him. Not long after the two private rooms cleared out, the restaurant shopkeeper personally went to Marquis Jiangyang Mansion. Meeting Ji Qingyu, the shopkeeper reported how Ye Zhengmo and Zheng Liqi, followed by Ye Yiheng and Leng Yu Yan, had each dined at the restaurant. Ji Qingyu showed no hint of a smile, his face cold as he asked, “What did they talk about individually?” There was a secret room in the restaurant from where one could hear the sounds from each elegant room. The shopkeeper first reported everything about Zheng Liqi wanting to marry Ye Zhengmo. Ji Qingyu scoffed derisively, what use were so many princes to his uncle? The descendants of the Ye Family would only become fewer and fewer. “What did the Crown Prince and the Commandery Princess talk about?” he asked. The shopkeeper respectfully answered, “It seems the Crown Prince did not want the Commandery Princess to drink, but she accidentally drank from the half cup the Crown Prince had used, nothing else in particular.” “Alright, you may go now,” Ji Qingyu waved his hand. As soon as the shopkeeper left the study, Ji Qingyu swept all the items off the desk; the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone fell to the floor, their noises following one after another. They drank from the same cup! He remembered that although he had also picked food for Ah Yan, he had used shared chopsticks at the time. What virtues and abilities did Ye Yiheng possess to be so intimate with Ah Yan? Ji Qingyu rolled up his sleeves, looking at the spot on his arm where Leng Yu Yan had set his bone. Should he break his arm so that Ah Yan would feel sorry for him and certainly help set it again? But she had healed his arm, and he truly couldn’t bring himself to employ such a painful stratagem. Ji Qingyu leaned back in his chair despondently. Was life really ? Ye Yiheng and Ah Yan were about to marry; did he still have a chance? Perhaps he should wish for Ye Yiheng’s early demise like Ye Zhengmo. After all, they had grown up together as brothers; he shouldn’t harbor such thoughts. The more he thought about it, the more irritable he became. Ji Qingyu kicked out, flipping the table to the ground. Leng Song, hearing the noise, hurried in immediately. “My lord, what’s wrong?” Ji Qingyu waved his hand, “It’s okay, you can leave now!” On the other hand, Leng Yu Yan and Ye Yiheng returned to Prince Zhenbei Mansion. Ye Jiu saw them return and asked excitedly, “Where have you been? Ah Yan, you didn’t bring me with you; that’s really not very nice. You know I have so much to talk to you about.” She was about to become a part of Prince Zhenbei Mansion and everyone in the Mansion seemed delighted to have her, making her genuinely feel the warmth of their kindness. At that moment, seeing Leng Yu Yan and her Sixth Brother return, she wanted to chatter nonstop. “What do you want to talk about? Go ahead,” Leng Yu Yan stopped. “It’s nothing urgent, I just wanted to learn more about your family’s preferences, especially your eldest brother’s.” Leng Yu Yan took her hand and spoke coquettishly, “Dear sister-in-law, His Highness and I have some private words to exchange. Can we talk about your questions during dinner?” Ye Jiu had already gotten used to the title of sister-in-law and laughed, “Okay then, you two go talk.” So, Leng Yu Yan led Ye Yiheng back to their room. Once they were in the room and all others were sent away, Leng Yu Yan started seriously, “Your Highness, I want to understand some things from you, please tell me the truth!” Feeling slightly uncomfortable under her scrutinizing gaze, Ye Yiheng simply lifted his robe and sat down. “What do you want to ask?” Leng Yu Yan pondered for a while then asked, “Men, when they reach a certain age, people from well-established families tend to arrange for bedroom maids or bed warming maids, right? It’s the same with princes, isn’t it?” Ye Yiheng answered, “Yes.” Leng Yu Yan took a deep breath and asked again, “So, that means, Your Highness, you have bedroom maids as well?” If he did, was his condition not too bad? “Stop with this question; I do not!” Ye Yiheng admitted openly. “Why not? The palace didn’t arrange them for Your Highness?” “I am blind and dislike being touched by others.” Before he ever held this woman’s hand, he had never touched another woman’s hand, let alone had any bedroom maids! Leng Yu Yan pulled over a chair and sat opposite Ye Yiheng, “Your Highness, look me in the eyes and tell me honestly, what exactly is the reason for your condition?” Upon hearing this question abruptly, Ye Yiheng’s lips twitched. What reason should he fabricate? Or should he bring out the entire diagnosis from the Imperial Hospital? What if she investigated at the Imperial Hospital and, given her intelligence, discovered clues? What then? “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring up Your Highness’s wounds intentionally!” Seeing his stern expression, Leng Yu Yan quickly added, “We’re about to be married, and although I don’t mind that Your Highness has a hidden illness, as the Linqing Pavilion Master, I believe I have some capability…” “Yanyan, what are you trying to say?” Ye Yiheng couldn’t fathom her true intentions. But he well knew that she would have preferred if he actually had a hidden illness; it had been a decisive factor in striking a deal from the very beginning they discussed cooperation. Sure enough, she replied, “After our marriage, we will truly be in the same boat, and this deal is for a lifetime. Your Highness can be frank about your health with me. Although I lack experience in medical skills related to men’s capabilities, I am, after all, the Linqing Pavilion Master.” A hint of interest flickered in Ye Yiheng’s eyes. He pressed a hand to his temple and slowly asked, “Are you suggesting, Yanyan, that before our marriage, you meant to check and then treat me?” “Uh…” Leng Yu Yan suddenly found herself at a loss for words. Ye Yiheng looked at her leisurely, “How do you plan to examine and treat me?” As he spoke, he stood up. “Should I start by undressing, and what tool would Yanyan use?” As he stood up, since Leng Yu Yan was still sitting, her line of sight unintentionally fell directly on… She didn’t know if she should keep her gaze there, but her face uncontrollably flushed red. Ye Yiheng leaned over, his cool fingertips lifting her chin, “Would Yanyan prefer to look now, or perhaps later tonight?”