Chapter 669: Chapter 669: I’m Not Flirting Anymore As she spoke, Mi Xinmei stood up and added, “Can the Crown Prince’s position still be secured by elite soldiers?” Ye Yiheng’s eyebrows twitched, could there really be someone so presumptuous? Leng Yu Yan spoke up with a cold voice, “What I dislike most is being threatened! Mi Xinmei, do you want to try and see if my second brother, due to your accusations, temporarily can’t manage the elite soldiers of the Northern Garrison. As the Princess Beilan, I dare say my skills are not bad, and naturally, I can manage these elite troops.” Hearing this, Mi Xinrong scolded her fervently out of frustration, “Xinmei, have you lost your mind? The Crown Princess Consort has helped our Mi Family so many times, yet you dare to spout such wild words, and you still won’t apologize?” Mi Xinmei said with agitation, “Big brother, you won’t help me, that’s fine, but apologizing is out of the question! Leng Yu Yan, what if I insist that the Second Young Master took advantage of me?” Today, she was backed into a corner and decided to go for broke. Leng Yu Yan looked past her expression and said with a shallow smile, “If you make such a complaint, there will be people to verify whether you are still pure. Regardless of whether you are untouched, it has nothing to do with my second brother.” Mi Xinmei stopped crying suddenly, her face fiercely changing as she demanded, “Why?” Leng Yu Yan smiled and curved her lips, the arc so chillingly cold, “Today, there are witnesses present. You first claimed an intention to dishonor, and then you said he took your body. Not only are these statements contradictory, but they are also all threats. Mi Xinmei, are you intending to be imprisoned for false accusation? My second brother is a first-rank general of the court, how many years of guilt do you think you should bear for slandering a high-ranking official?” Upon hearing this, Mi Xinrong quickly grabbed Mi Xinmei’s arm, “Xinmei, have you caused enough trouble? Won’t you admit your mistake quickly?” Leng Yu Yan returned to her seat, her fingertips gently tracing circles on a peach, making Lai Jiajia salivate uncontrollably. “Sister, may I have this peach?” Lai Jiajia approached with a playful grin, her eyes fixated on the peach. Leng Yu Yan handed her the peach, “If you eat my peach, shouldn’t you say something?” Lai Jiajia hastily took a bite of the peach and elbowed Luo Meng’er, “Come on, say it, spill what you know. I can’t just eat my sister’s peach for nothing.” Luo Meng’er had never seen Leng Yu Yan so serious, feeling an urge to kneel in submission. She swallowed nervously and said, “On the day of the Crown Princess Consort’s grand wedding, Mi Xinmei said that the Crown Princess Consort did not consider us friends. I asked why, and she said if the Crown Princess Consort did truly consider us friends, why didn’t she introduce her brothers to us. Not only that, but she also complained that the Crown Princess Consort didn’t help matchmake her with General Gao.” Lai Jiajia, with her cheeks puffed up from eating, added, “That’s roughly what happened. At that time, Meng’er said she saw through Mi Xinmei’s character, and when I asked what she meant, Meng’er was too embarrassed to say.” Leng Yu Yan smiled warmly, “Some people, from the moment they question friendship, are unworthy to be friends of mine.” Latest content publıshed on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝※𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖※𝕟𝕖𝕥 During the conversation, Leng Yu Yan stood up, turned her back on Mi Xinmei, and said coolly, “Mi Xinrong, please have your respected parents properly discipline your sister after today’s events!” Mi Xinrong bowed and agreed, “Yes, Crown Princess Consort!” Leng Yuqing also spoke, “Mi Xinrong, you have a three-day leave to sort out your family affairs before returning to the military camp.” Mi Xinrong pivoted on the ball of his foot to face Leng Yuqing and once more agreed, “Yes, General!” With that, Mi Xinrong grasped Mi Xinmei’s arm and swiftly left. Having burned bridges and affecting her brother’s military career, Mi Xinmei forcefully pulled away from Mi Xinrong’s grip and ran out of Prince Zhenbei Mansion, crying. The matter was finally resolved. Leng Yuqing turned to Ye Yiheng and Leng Yu Yan and bowed, “Thank you both for your assistance today!” Ye Yiheng straightened his robes, “I did nothing, you should indeed thank the Crown Princess Consort.” “Yes, thank you, sister!” laughed Leng Yuqing. Leng Yu Yan sighed, “In doing so, I invited trouble within, causing my second brother needless worry. It’s my fault.” “Sister, your intention to help the Mi Family was out of kindness, there’s no need for distress,” Leng Yuqing comforted her, and then ordered Wei Hao, “Go and have the room cleaned. The bedding, along with the bedstead, should all be replaced.” Wei Hao, knowing of the Second Young Master’s obsession with cleanliness, could not help but ask, “Young Master, should the bedstead be replaced as well?” “Naturally,” Leng Yu Yan said, “Since my second brother is not yet married, the bed having been slept in by another is discomforting to him.” Wei Hao nodded repeatedly, “Yes, I’ll take care of it immediately.” Such a conversation shocked Luo Meng’er. She had heard that the men of the Prince Zhenbei Mansion did not take concubines, and only today did she learn that they even discarded the beds that other women had lain in—such men were indeed rare in Tiancheng. After having lunch at the Prince Mansion, Ye Yiheng and Leng Yu Yan boarded the carriage to return to the Eastern Palace, while Lai Jiajia and Luo Meng’er were escorted by the palace guards, Leng Yuqing and Gao Yuan were ready to ride back to the military camp. The group dispersed from the entrance of the Prince Zhenbei Mansion. Inside the Eastern Palace Carriage, Leng Yu Yan fanned herself with her hand and shook her dress. Ye Yiheng side-eyed her, “What are you doing?” “It’s so hot and stuffy.” Leng Yu Yan held up the hem of her dress with both hands, hoping to cool down her legs beneath, “Aren’t you hot, Your Highness?” Ye Yiheng suppressed a glance at her slender, fair ankles revealed because she had lifted her dress and said indifferently, “The heart is naturally cool when it is calm.” Another look and his heart would be anything but calm. Leng Yu Yan blinked at him, “Your Highness, may I lift my dress?” “Then turn your head away.” “You looking at me like that, I’m embarrassed.” “I am your husband.” As soon as his words fell, he scooped her onto his lap, “Go ahead and lift it.” Leng Yu Yan’s expression froze on her face, “I won’t lift it.” “Aren’t you hot?” Ye Yiheng reached out his large hand and directly covered her skirt over his thigh, his fingers tracing over her calf which indeed had a layer of light sweat, then said, “It is a bit stuffy; it’ll be even more so in the afternoon, likely to rain.” While talking, he called out to the carriage driver, “Mo Chen, pick up the pace.” “Yes, Your Highness!” Mo Chen’s voice came from outside the carriage. Leng Yu Yan tried to escape from someone’s lap, but someone was confining her waist, and she couldn’t move; she could only mutter softly, “It’s even hotter with Your Highness holding me .” Ye Yiheng suggested leisurely, “Why not take off the dress?” Leng Yu Yan’s mouth fell open in shock, staring at him wide-eyed, “You…” With a slight lift of the corners of his mouth, Ye Yiheng lifted his hand to cradle the back of her neck, and his thin lips pressed against hers. His lips were slightly cool, his body cooler than hers; Leng Yu Yan cursed herself for being weak-willed, greedily accepting his kiss. Throughout the ride from the gates of the Prince Zhenbei Mansion to the Eastern Palace, apart from the time they initially boarded, they remained locked in an embracing kiss. As soon as the carriage came to a stop, rain began to fall. Song Guo and Miao Zhu both opened umbrellas, intending to receive the two Highnesses from the carriage and into the Eastern Palace. Unexpectedly, it was the Crown Prince who carried the Crown Princess Consort out; not only that, but the Crown Princess Consort had her face pressed against the Crown Prince’s chest, her hands tightly clinging to his front, hiding her current appearance from everyone. Only Ye Yiheng knew that the delicate lips of his Crown Princess Consort had already been thoroughly kissed out of shape by him. “Make sure the Crown Princess Consort doesn’t get rained on.” With a soft utterance, Ye Yiheng carried Leng Yu Yan out of the carriage.