Chapter 584: Chapter 584: Claiming Solitude is Fine To be called incompetent by a man who is nothing is more than Princely Heir Qingyu could bear; clenching his fists, he aimed a punch straight at Ye Yiheng’s face. Ye Yiheng shifted his position, raised his hand with a swing, and Princely Heir Qingyu was sent sprawling backwards. “You are not my match,” Ye Yiheng left the room smoothly after dropping those words. Sitting on the ground, Princely Heir Qingyu furrowed his brows in thought, then suddenly let out a laugh. Leng Song thought his own Commandery Prince had lost his wits and approached him warily, asking, “My lord, you’re not thinking of doing something foolish, are you?” Princely Heir Qingyu waved his hand dismissively and stood up nimbly. Ah Yan was crying with self-reproach; could he take it to mean that he held a place in her heart? It was his fault for having watched from the sidelines with cold eyes when the Prince Zhenbei Mansion needed help the most, giving Ye Yiheng the opportunity to take advantage. But he would not do so in the future! The corners of Princely Heir Qingyu’s eyes upturned in a silent, cunning smile, a crafty glint flashing through them. Why should the Tiancheng Mountain belong to the Ye Family? Changing the name of the mountain might not be a bad idea, right? Even if Ye Yiheng were skilled in martial arts, even if his visual impairment only flared up intermittently, so what? The Ye Family’s mountain was not meant for the frail Crown Prince; once the Crown Prince passed away, those Ye Family Princes would surely be embroiled in a struggle for succession. By then, he could reap the benefits of the tumult. As for Ah Yan, she would eventually belong to him! Seeing the look in his Commandery Prince’s eyes, Leng Song was taken aback and called out, “My lord, what has come over you?” “Step up the training of the Death Soldiers, no slackening!” Leng Song’s spirit sharpened, and he bowed in affirmation. Inside the Prince Zhenbei Mansion, Leng Yu Yan stood in her courtyard, gazing at the dark sky above. Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter stood quietly behind her, each reporting in turn. Chun Liu: “The old lady from Marquis Ningyuan’s Mansion has been in frequent contact with Consort Xian’s mother recently. Consort Xian’s mother is quite cunning, choosing open spaces for their meetings, so the maids have not been clear on the specifics of their discussions; however, I’ve overheard them using the names Mrs. Feng and Mrs. Zhang.” Xia Tao: “Lately, Leng Zongfa has been spending nights in Aunt Hu’s quarters. Mrs. Hu has repeatedly suggested promoting her to his principal wife. Now with Mrs. Feng in prison and her execution scheduled for autumn, Leng Zongfa, citing the current situation of the Marquis Mansion, has declined Mrs. Hu’s request.” Qiubo: “Lai Hao spends all his days and nights in the pleasure quarters, not only squandering silver but also boasting that he once had a chance with Princess Shang. He claims that if there were no Princely Heir, he would be the Ninth Princess’s Prince Consort.” Dong Yan: “Lai Manting’s face has become infested with maggots, and that’s not all; her figure is starting to gain weight, and her skin is beginning to darken. She recently found a traveling doctor who has a prescription that can regenerate her facial skin, but it’s incredibly expensive, and after taking it, a woman will lose the ability to conceive. Hence, Lai Manting is contemplating it.” Leng Yu Yan, upon hearing this, asked, “What is the medicine?” Dong Yan answered, “It’s a medicine refined in a harmful way, and it requires something from the woman herself.” Upon hearing this, Leng Yu Yan instantly understood. “Set Leng Zongfa and Lai Hao aside for now; we need to continue investigating the old lady and Lai Manting.” The four maids bowed in unison: “Yes!” Seeing the five of them standing in the yard for a good while, Miao Zhu couldn’t help stepping forward: “It’s too late at night. Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter, you should not rest; the Commandery Princess needs to rest as well.” Chun Liu also said, “The Commandery Princess should indeed rest earlier.” Leng Yu Yan nodded, then rubbed her temples, when suddenly a sound of a wooden stick falling to the ground came from the back of the courtyard. The servant party of six hurriedly made their way to the back of the house. They saw Ye Yiheng pushing at the window, muttering to himself, “Why is there a bolt today?” Upon seeing Leng Yu Yan approaching with her maids, Ye Yiheng dusted off non-existent dust from his body, his voice clear and melodious, “Why aren’t you all resting?” “We were just about to go to bed.” Leng Yu Yan truly felt embarrassed for him, yet the man acted as if nothing had happened. Ye Yiheng kicked at the wooden stick on the ground, a thing he had never seen before, it really was a nuisance. Miao Zhu, barely suppressing her laughter, picked up the thick wooden stick from the ground, “This was set up by Xiaoshan. He said it could ward off thieves, but it seems we haven’t caught any thieves, only Your Highness the Crown Prince.” Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter couldn’t help but want to laugh as well. Ye Yiheng’s brows knitted together, it was that white-haired boy again. Leng Yu Yan glanced sideways, and Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter took Miao Zhu and left. Watching them leave, Leng Yu Yan finally asked someone, “Your Highness, why have you come again?” Ye Yiheng coughed lightly, his voice frigid, “The night is quite pleasant, so I came out for a walk.” Leng Yu Yan looked up at the sky, “I don’t see any stars, nor do I see the moon, what night are you talking about?” With the light from the lanterns in the courtyard, Ye Yiheng looked into her eyes, “The stars all reside within your eyes.” Finally, Leng Yu Yan laughed, “You came because you were afraid I couldn’t sleep, didn’t you?” “I came to tell you that it wasn’t your palm strike that caused Ji Qingyu to cough up blood.” Hearing this, Leng Yu Yan knew that he must have gone to find Ji Qingyu, and she couldn’t help but worry that they had had another falling out. She asked, “You two didn’t fight, did you?” Ye Yiheng remained indifferent, “We didn’t fight, just had a heart-to-heart talk.” “That’s good.” Leng Yu Yan took a step, “Your Highness, would you help me choose a congratulatory gift?” Ye Yiheng followed her steps, “A congratulatory gift?” “Mhm, it’s a wedding gift for Ah Ju and my elder brother. I’ve already ordered people to sort through some items from the storeroom, planning to pick a nice, suitable one.” “Ah Ju can’t wait to marry into your family, there’s no need for any gift.” “How can that be? She’s going to be my sister-in-law!” Leng Yu Yan turned and glared at him, “Today Ah Ju even said that she and my elder brother want to have several children, so they can adopt one out to us later.” Hearing this, Ye Yiheng’s lips twitched, not knowing how to respond for a moment. Leng Yu Yan continued, “I think she’s quite reasonable. My elder brother and I are siblings, and Your Highness is her sibling too. The children born to my brother and Ah Ju, for us, are indeed far too closely related. Adopting from another family couldn’t compare to theirs!” Ye Yiheng felt a headache coming on, his temples throbbing, “Yanyan, have you ever considered that perhaps you might cure my ailment?” Leng Yu Yan, who was walking, abruptly stopped, her tone melancholic, “Your Highness, would you like to hear the truth?” “Please speak!” Ye Yiheng also stopped and looked down at her. “To be honest, earlier, the soup dumplings Miao Zhu and Song Guo made contained a special ingredient. It was no use for Your Highness to eat them; that indicates that your illness is quite serious. Such a degree of severity, even though I am the Linqing Pavilion Master, poses a big challenge.” She had spoken quite euphemistically, hoping he would understand. Ye Yiheng took a deep breath and asked, “Didn’t you say that you need to see the condition before you can diagnose it?” “That’s true,” Leng Yu Yan said embarrassingly, “Isn’t this me holding on to the last shred of hope? You’re my future husband; even if there’s only a glimmer of hope, we must try, mustn’t we?” “So according to you, the fact that the soup dumplings had no effect on me means that there’s a ninety percent chance that I’m incapable, and the remaining ten percent still requires a personal examination to make a final determination, right?” “That’s correct, exactly!” Leng Yu Yan looped her arm through his, her tone sweet, “That’s why I’m saying Ah Ju’s suggestion is very good.” With that, she turned and stared intently at him, her beautiful eyes blinking, making Ye Yiheng’s fingers itch. He longed to pinch her cheeks and whisper in her ear that he was very capable! Tonight, should we give it a try?