Just then, Miao Zhu and Chun Liu came walking over. As they approached Leng Yu Yan, Miao Zhu said, "Commandery Princess, the gatekeeper received a note and is currently taking it to the study in the small building. Can you guess who sent the note?" Leng Yu Yan had a bad premonition, "Baili Wenyi?" Google seaʀᴄh 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍 "It is her!" Miao Zhu exclaimed, "The Commandery Princess is too psychic." Chun Liu spoke in a low voice, "The maid has found out that as soon as Baili Wenyi learned that the Crown Prince’s vision had been restored, she immediately returned to the capital city and wished to see His Highness." Just now, Leng Yu Yan thought about her own retreat strategy—was she being overly worried? But after hearing Miao Zhu and Chun Liu’s conversation, she felt her consideration for a good back road was not mistaken. Seeing that her Commandery Princess did not respond, Miao Zhu could not help but ask, "Isn’t the Commandery Princess going to intercept the note in the study?" Leng Yu Yan gave a light smile, "The note is most likely already in His Highness’s hands and besides, this is his personal affair, it’s not too appropriate for me to interfere too much." Miao Zhu protested, "What do you mean ’interfere too much’?" "His Highness is the Tiancheng Crown Prince, and Baili Wenyi is the acknowledged Imperial Princess of Nandian. It’s understandable that they have state affairs to discuss," Leng Yu Yan said with a faint smile. "Moreover, whether His Highness will attend is not yet certain." Would that person keep the appointment? "Lots of peaches in the Little Peach Forest are nearly ripe. Accompany me to pick some." She lifted her skirt and headed towards the bamboo forest, with Xiaoshan quickly following. At this moment in the small building’s study, Ye Yiheng was dealing with official affairs. When he saw the gatekeeper place the note on the desk, he casually picked it up, glanced at it, and then put it back in its place. The gatekeeper respectfully said, "Your Highness, the person who sent the note is waiting for a reply. Will you attend the appointment?" Ye Yiheng said indifferently, "I don’t have the time." The gatekeeper took the note back, and with a few backward steps, he exited the study. Song Guo, with her sharp eyes, noticed the Nandian emblem gilded on the note and understood, then quietly left the study as well. Without stopping, she went to the bedroom and, upon hearing that Leng Yu Yan had gone to the Little Peach Forest, immediately went there. At this point, Leng Yu Yan, along with Xiaoshan, Miao Zhu, and Chun Liu, had already picked quite a few peaches. Seeing Song Guo approaching, Miao Zhu hummed, "Here comes someone whose mouth is watering." Song Guo ignored her and, looking after herself, went to Leng Yu Yan’s side, saying softly, "Crown Princess Consort, Princess Nandian has invited His Highness to an appointment, but His Highness said he does not have the time." Upon hearing this, laughter filled Leng Yu Yan’s eyes, "The ripe peaches should be sent to the kitchen; add a peach soup dish tonight. The crisp and sweet ones, take back to the bedroom for everyone to share." At the mention of food, Song Guo’s face lit up with a smile, "Thank you, Crown Princess Consort!" Miao Zhu glared at Song Guo with irritation but couldn’t draw her gaze to herself while Song Guo simply helped Xiaoshan carry the peach basket. She had no choice but to help Leng Yu Yan by holding the umbrella to shade her. After the evening meal, Ye Yiheng returned to the study to attend to public affairs. Ever since he disclosed his eye cure to everyone, the Emperor had assigned him quite a few tasks to handle. Knowing that he was working hard, Leng Yu Yan personally washed a few peaches and brought them to the study in the small building. Ye Yiheng was writing with his pen, and hearing footsteps, he didn’t look up, "Why do you have time to come here?" "You knew it was me?" Leng Yu Yan asked with a light laugh. "I know by the sound of footsteps." Ye Yiheng then looked up, seeing her holding a plate of peaches. Thinking about the peach soup at the evening meal, he asked, "Went to pick peaches?" Leng Yu Yan nodded and, with slow steps, approached him. She placed the plate on the table, "These are the crisp ones; try them, Your Highness." Ye Yiheng looked at his hands, "Both hands are stained with ink. Crown Princess Consort, would you feed me?" Leng Yu Yan’s bright eyes subtly fluttered, and she took a peach with her slender hands, moving it to his lips. The man bit into the fruit, following the movement of her hand. But to her surprise, the peach was crisp on the outside yet already juicy inside. When he bit into it, juice gushed out, spilling onto her hand... Her fingertips and palm were covered in the sweet juice of the peach. "Ah, I’m going to wash my hands." Leng Yu Yan’s voice was gentle, "Your Highness, you wash together, or it’s more convenient to eat by holding it yourself." Ye Yiheng took the peach from her hand with one hand and caught her slender, pale wrist with the other, his thin lips drawing close to include her two fingertips in his mouth. This action stunned Leng Yu Yan; before she could react, the man had already begun to lick her palm. "Don’t do that." She tried to pull her hand away but couldn’t, as her wrist was firmly clasped too tightly by someone. Ye Yiheng watched her thick eyelashes flutter in panic, her cheeks turning an enticing shade of pale red. He slowly squinted his phoenix eyes, while his other hand picked up the peach he had just eaten, staring at her powdered face, and devoured the peach one bite at a time. His demeanor was much like that day in the storeroom, gnawing on a peach... Leng Yu Yan dared not look at him, "Your Highness, please continue with what you were doing, I should go back to the bedroom now." With that, she attempted to flee. But the man held her wrist firmly and stood up with his tall frame, "I’ve been busy long enough today, it’s time to accompany the Crown Princess Consort." He pulled her with one hand, and with the other, he didn’t forget to carry away the plate with the peaches. Upon arriving in the bedroom of the sleeping chamber, they washed their hands one after the other. Ye Yiheng’s handsome face smiled, bringing a peach to Leng Yu Yan’s lips, "Yanyan, eat a peach for me to see." She always felt there was an inexplicable meaning in his words, but if she delved deeper, she would fall for his trick, so she took the peach and ate it in small bites. Ye Yiheng’s eyes were haughty and his voice crisp, "Your mouth is really small." Hearing this, Leng Yu Yan hurriedly took a large bite of the peach flesh, her cheeks bulging and her lips glistening with juice. Ye Yiheng’s thin lips formed a teasing smile, as ethereal as the wind, "Turns out you can eat quite a bit." "What do you mean, Your Highness?" Just now she thought he meant something by it, but now it seemed he was only commenting on her appetite... This confused Leng Yu Yan. Ye Yiheng’s smile was perfect, "In a little while, Yanyan will understand." Although Leng Yu Yan didn’t grasp what he meant, her intuition told her he was indulging in some bad taste, so she stepped hard on his foot in annoyance. Ye Yiheng laughed softly, his chest vibrating with the sound. "Laughing at what?" Leng Yu Yan was irritated and annoyed. His laughter made her even more certain of her guess. Just then, the man picked up another peach and began to bite into it with gusto, "The peaches grow well; living in the Eastern Palace seems to have made them even better." Another ambiguous allusion; Leng Yu Yan glared at him and muttered through clenched teeth, "Playboy!" Having said this, she went to the bathhouse and bolted the door. Again with the mouth, again with the peaches, Leng Yu Yan’s heart pounded like a drum, seeing the bolt was not secure, she quickly pulled over a chair and used the seat to prop against the bathhouse door. Ye Yiheng shook his head, amusement written all over his face, his wife was indeed very clever. Deep into the night, all was silent save for the chirping of cicadas and the croaking of frogs. She had thought that with his teasing words, he would do something when they slept, but instead, he only gently patted her back, soothing her to sleep. Leng Yu Yan was somewhat bemused, occasionally lifting her eyes to look at him. Ye Yiheng said with dignified coldness, "Yanyan gets scared easily and is delicate, who told you you’re my wife, naturally I have to coax you properly. I won’t do the things you’re afraid of, just sleep well." "Of course, I mean what I say," he replied earnestly and sincerely. In the darkness, the corners of Ye Yiheng’s lips curved slightly; if he could create a good impression during this time, when he wanted her, how could she possibly care whether he was gentle or domineering?