Capítulo 726: Chapter 726: Splashing Water Leng Yu Yan frowned; just moments before, she had thought it was her refusal that caused this. Ye Yiheng helped her with the dishes. “Don’t think too much, we should be happy tonight.” “Mhm,” Leng Yu Yan nodded, delicately lifting the wine pitcher and poured for both him and herself. Then, picking up her wine cup, her tone was sweet, “Your Highness, happy one month anniversary!” Ye Yiheng’s lips curled slightly as he clinked his cup against hers, and then drank down the wine. Leng Yu Yan imitated him, tilting her head back and gulping down the wine in one go, coughing incessantly afterward. Ye Yiheng hurriedly put down his cup and went behind her, gently patting her back. “You’re not much of a drinker, why the rush?” His voice was clear and tinged with indulgence. “They say drinking boosts courage…” Leng Yu Yan wrapped her arms around his waist, speaking in a breathless, muffled voice, flushed with shame. Knowing his attitude towards Baili Wenyi had touched her heart, and considering their month of new marriage, she thought to get herself drunk; that way, it would likely reduce the sensation of pain. When they consummated their marriage, her courage might be strengthened. Ye Yiheng, hearing her implied meaning, pinched her hands and pulled her up. “How you give yourself to me is my concern, you needn’t worry about that,” he tapped her nose, “Come, let’s go to the bow to enjoy the view.” Leng Yu Yan’s cheeks reddened, and she obediently nodded her head. The couple left the cabin and stood at the bow. The bright moon was high, and the color of the water merged with the sky. The gentle breeze approached, and their hair and sleeves entwined like companions. Far removed from the flower painting boat, Ji Qingyu’s eyelids were slightly narrowed, and at this moment, no women were beside him, his usual smile vanished. Leng Song approached him, “My lord, shall we return home?” Ji Qingyu said nothing, but a clear and graceful female voice came from behind him, “The Commandery Prince hasn’t visited in a year and a half, what wind has blown the Commandery Prince here today?” Leng Song turned to see who had come and, recognizing her, whispered beside Ji Qingyu, “My lord, it’s Miss Qing Ge.” Qing Ge smiled, “I heard that the Eastern Palace Painting Boat was on the moat, and at first, I didn’t believe it. Now, seeing the Commandery Prince fixedly watching the boat ahead, I do.” Ji Qingyu turned with a smile, his hand reaching out and accurately pinching Qing Ge’s hand, “Tonight, I shall trouble the Miss to sing for the evening.” Qing Ge laughed softly, “As you command!” Watching his own Commandery Prince walk away with Qing Ge, Leng Song shook his head. What meaning was there if the lord wallowed in self-abandon? Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥 Eastern Palace Painting Boat. The night wind was strong, dispersing the heat of the day. The water was cool, and coupled with the charming scenery on the shore, Leng Yu Yan’s mood inexplicably brightened. She lifted her skirt joyfully, running merrily along the pleasure boat, as if chasing the wind. The petals of her skirt fluttered with her movements, lifting into captivating arcs—just watching her was a delight to the eyes. Ye Yiheng watched her quietly, his gaze following her figure. Before long, he heard her panting voice. Her voice was soft and tender. Ye Yiheng’s ears twitched, his Adam’s apple moved up and down, his throat inexplicably dry; he even heard his own heart pounding. At the same time, his back suddenly tensed. Just as he was about to step forward and pull her back to the room, Miao Zhu appeared suddenly. “Crown Princess Consort, I heard that you and His Highness intend to betroth me to Song Guo?” Leng Yu Yan stopped in her tracks and took a deep breath, “Originally, His Highness had that intention, but then Mo Chen Ruofeng also arrived, and the situation became complicated.” She smiled tenderly, “Miao Zhu, what I mean is that it’s up to whom you like. Can you tell me, whom do you fancy?” Miao Zhu was shocked and stamped her foot blushing, “I do not know.” Then she ran off at once. Leng Yu Yan couldn’t stop smiling; she walked beside Ye Yiheng. “Your Highness, look.” Ye Yiheng gazed intensely at her lotus face; because of the running, her cheeks were flushed and her chest heaved noticeably. “Let them resolve their own problems,” the man bent down and scooped her up, “Let’s return to our room for a bath with a view.” Leng Yu Yan shrieked in surprise. Seeing this, Song Guo hastily ordered someone to fill the tub in the room with water of the right temperature. Mo Chen Ruofeng stood guard at both ends of the boat, preventing anyone from approaching the windows of their master’s room. These three were eagerly attentive, fearing they would be outdone and then failing to win Miao Zhu’s favor. At this moment, Leng Yu Yan had no leisure to ponder whether Miao Zhu was better off with Song Guo, Mo Chen, or Ruofeng. For someone intended to share a bath with her. After the palace maids filled the tub with water and left the room, Leng Yu Yan softly discussed with someone, “How about Your Highness goes first?” “Are you afraid to bathe?” “The windows on both sides are wide open; I fear someone outside might see.” He reassured her, “Don’t worry, Mo Chen Ruofeng is on guard at the front and back; no one will come over.” “What I mean is, there may be people on the shore looking this way.” Ye Yiheng laughed upon hearing this, “The pleasure boat has set anchor and sailed away from the shore; no one will see.” Leng Yu Yan, nervously pinching her hand, then went to the table to pour herself a cup of wine and drank it in one go. Her action only made Ye Yiheng chuckle and shake his head, “Are you trying to shore up your courage again?” Leng Yu Yan nodded honestly and poured another cup of wine, this time drinking it in two gulps. Including the wine she drank at dinner, these draughts made her eyes gradually become hazy. She walked up to him and her soft, delicate fingers slowly traveled up his chest… Tickling his heart like a feather. Ye Yiheng, already tense, stiffened in an instant and pulled her into his embrace with an iron grip around her waist. After the two bodies pressed together for a while, the man finally released her, slightly lowered his head, and stared at her intently with a voice full of allure, “Yanyan, shall we take our time—does that sound good?” As if possessed, she consented, “Mmm.” And her fingers moved toward his belt, but before she could untie it, the man’s hand had already undone all the ties of her sash. In an instant, layers of the woman’s clothing slid off her tender skin, and her glowing white flesh shone brightly in the room. Ye Yiheng’s dark phoenix eyes suddenly sparkled with stars, as if the Milky Way had descended into them. Leng Yu Yan was so embarrassed she couldn’t stand it, not daring to meet his gaze, let alone help him disrobe in her naked state. She rushed behind the screen, immersing herself in the tub, and in her lack of security, she grabbed a basket, pouring all the flower petals from it into the tub at once. Only then did she grumble, “Why did Song Guo buy such a small double tub?” At those words, Ye Yiheng laughed contentedly and quickly removed his own garments. Stepping over with his long legs, he approached Leng Yu Yan. What was that flash before her eyes? Leng Yu Yan, realizing what it was, hurriedly closed her eyes and covered her face. She turned around in annoyance, shrinking her body into a ball as much as possible, to concede more space in the tub. To Ye Yiheng, her actions seemed like an invitation. With a faint anticipation in his heart, the next moment, he sat in the tub, splashing water everywhere. Feeling the water move, Leng Yu Yan opened her eyes to see, catching sight of many petals floating out of the tub with the motion of the water, and she complained softly, “Be gentle!”