Chapter 672: Chapter 672: Come to Bed Quickly Ye Yiheng’s cold gaze swept over her knuckles; the second joint of her index finger was indeed unusually red. He instantly couldn’t bring himself to be angry, as his slender fingers clasped her wrist while the other hand gently rubbed her delicate index finger. “Does it still hurt?” “Mm,” Leng Yu Yan nodded. Afraid of angering him, her voice carried a nasal tone. To Ye Yiheng, it seemed his attitude had frightened her, and so he softened his tone, “For such tasks, it’s alright to have others do them, why must you do it yourself?” “Cooking for my husband myself, to be personally involved is my way of showing my heart,” Leng Yu Yan looked up at him, her long, fan-like lashes trembling slightly. “Does Your Highness not accept my sentiment?” Hearing this explanation, Ye Yiheng completely lost his anger, but since his earlier presence had been so formidable, it couldn’t be retracted instantly, and his face remained as impassive as ever. Leng Yu Yan clasped two of his fingers in return and playfully said, “Your Highness, please don’t be angry; if you get angry, you won’t get to eat lotus leaf chicken.” During those few days of their tiff, he had longed for her company in bed. Now that she was being so good to him, he surely couldn’t make such a request, could he? Ye Yiheng wasn’t picky about food, but it was rare for her to cook for him, and he indeed wanted to eat, yet seeing her not only in danger of falling into the water while making the lotus leaf chicken but also hurting her hand, he didn’t know what to say. Hearing about the food and deeply aware of Leng Yu Yan’s culinary skills, Song Guo licked her lips, almost drooling, and stepped forward to persuade, “Your Highness, it’s rare for the Crown Princess Consort to cook; besides, the Crown Princess Consort is perfectly safe on shore, she didn’t fall into the water this time.” Upon hearing this, Ye Yiheng glanced at Song Guo, “Is it your gluttony that has been aroused?” Song Guo chuckled honestly, “Indeed it has, Your Highness, please be kind and let me have a full belly as well!” Mo Chen Ruo Feng chimed in promptly, “Yeah, we want to eat, too.” Ye Yiheng’s expression darkened slightly, “The Crown Princess Consort meant to cook for me alone, do you have no shame?” Ruo Feng wiped the corner of his mouth, “Your Highness, even letting us gnaw on a bone afterward would be fine.” Mo Chen smiled ingratiatingly, adding, “Preferably a bone with some meat on it.” “Are you dogs, or what?” Ye Yiheng finally relaxed his demeanor considerably. Mo Chen Ruo Feng shouted in unison, “Woof woof woof…” Leng Yu Yan couldn’t help but chuckle, “I’ve picked plenty of lotus leaves, there’s enough to go around.” Ye Yiheng grabbed Leng Yu Yan’s hand again, squeezing it before saying in a gentle tone, “There are cooks and kitchen maids aplenty in the kitchen; you can command them to do it, and if anything is amiss, you can give them a point or two.” Leng Yu Yan nodded, “Mm, I’ll listen to Your Highness!” He let go of her hand, “Go on then.” Leng Yu Yan affirmed and, lifting her skirts slightly, hurried away. This time, someone had not lost his temper, probably thanks to the interjections from Song Guo, Mo Chen, and Ruo Feng. These people had healthy appetites; it looked like she was going to make quite a few lotus leaf chickens tonight. Fortunately, the Eastern Palace was well-stocked with ingredients, and adding a few more people around her, everyone getting their own lotus leaf chicken was doable. Thinking thus, Leng Yu Yan headed straight for the kitchen. — ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝕟𝕖𝕥 At dinner time, over twenty lotus leaf chickens were carried from the kitchen to the bedroom dining room. Before arriving at the dining room, Song Guo, Mo Chen, and Ruo Feng had already started grabbing them; Miao Zhu, Xiaoshan, and Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter, not to be outdone, each held a chicken and savored it heartily. In an instant, the aroma filled the air. Liu Yun and Yin Shuang followed their noses and each snatched away a chicken. The eunuchs and palace maids tasked with serving the meal had never seen such a spectacle. Swallowing their saliva while looking at Leng Yu Yan, they asked softly, “Crown Princess Consort, may we have some too?” “Yes, on our way here, we truly became very tempted.” Upon hearing this, Leng Yu Yan said with a smile, “Go take a look in the kitchen; if there’s enough, you may have some too.” “Alright!” With shouts of agreement, they scattered hurriedly. Outside the dining hall, servants like Song Guo abandoned their chopsticks, using both hands to tear into their food, their mouths dripping with oil. The scene was lively, a stark contrast to the usual silence that accompanied meals in the Eastern Palace. Leng Yu Yan shook her head and personally brought a dish to Ye Yiheng. By then, Ye Yiheng had taken a seat at the table. He glanced at the crowd eating sloppily outside and remarked indifferently, “It seems as if I’ve been starving them this whole time.” “Your Highness, please try this. The lotus leaf chicken is likely flavorful because I made it, so they all enjoy it.” Leng Yu Yan handed him a pair of chopsticks. Ye Yiheng naturally picked up a piece of chicken and chewed thoughtfully before nodding, “The meat is tender and succulent, wrapped in the delicate fragrance of lotus leaves, quite a unique flavor.” “To receive such praise from Your Highness is a great fortune indeed!” Leng Yu Yan sat down next to him and took a piece for herself. Leng Yu Yan finished her ablutions and climbed into bed early, waiting for Ye Yiheng to join her. Seeing his placid demeanor, she guessed that his mood must be fairly good today. She took the initiative to lift the thin quilt and patted the side where he would sleep, “Your Highness, come to bed.” Ye Yiheng was confused. What was wrong with her behavior? During dinner that evening, not only had she made lotus leaf chicken specially, but she also prepared many other dishes, and now she was patting the bed, urging him to come over… Did she want to consummate their marriage? No, that couldn’t be right; she was still on her period today and wouldn’t harbor such thoughts. With this in mind, Ye Yiheng’s brows furrowed slightly as he approached her and asked, “Do you need something from me?” “Nothing at all, Your Highness. Where did your mind wander off to?” Leng Yu Yan laughed, “I just thought it was late and suggested you should rest.” Ye Yiheng sat on the edge of the bed, still skeptical, “Just to sleep?” “What else then?” Leng Yu Yan pondered and then started to massage his shoulders with her hands, “Your Highness must be tired. How about a massage?” As she spoke, her slender fingers began to gently knead his shoulders. He had to admit her touch was comforting. Yet he couldn’t help feeling skeptical, she was being a bit too attentive. Ye Yiheng didn’t call her out, calmly accepting the massage, waiting for her to make a request. However, to his surprise, she never asked for anything until she fell asleep. Ye Yiheng lay quietly, listening to her soft and regular breathing, still puzzled. She usually avoided him whenever possible, so her behavior today was out of character. Could it be that she had fallen in love with him? If that were true, it would indeed be a joyous occasion! With that thought, Ye Yiheng’s lips curved into a contented smile as he slowly drifted off to sleep. The next day, Ye Yiheng woke up early as usual. By the time Leng Yu Yan awoke, his figure was long gone from beside her. Feeling the spot where he had lain, it was no longer warm. “Someone come.” She called. Miao Zhu along with Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter hurried in, “Commandery Princess!” “Where is His Highness?” Leng Yu Yan got out of bed and raised her arm, signaling the maids to help her dress. Miao Zhu brought her clothing, “An hour ago, His Highness left with Song Guo for the palace, it seems a distinguished guest is visiting today.” “A distinguished guest?” Leng Yu Yan inquired, “Who might the guest be?” Miao Zhu shook her head, “This servant does not know the details, only that the Crown Prince seemed very pleased, hardly touched his breakfast before he rushed to the palace.”