Chapter 729: Chapter 729: The Only Escape is Death When he saw the drawing he had made, his thoughts drifted back to last night, his hand… Ye Yiheng’s face began to turn red. He hurried to stand up and wash his hands, his handsome face completely blushing as he rubbed his fingertips. The woman’s figure was slender and tall, the flesh growing exactly where it should. But other parts, such as her delicate fingers, slender neck, wrists, waist, and ankles, seemed so fragile they could easily break with a little force. Although she possessed some fighting skills, in his eyes, she was extremely fragile. As Ye Yiheng gently rubbed his fingertips, memories of the softness he had touched last night made his body tense instantly. Why was the fierce heat of the Capital City so unbearable this year? It hadn’t been in previous years. He dried his hands on a towel, his mind filled with images of her smooth, creamy skin; his grip on the towel unconsciously tightened. The bedroom in the Eastern Palace, The source of thɪs content is 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢•𝕟𝕖𝕥 Leng Yu Yan yawned twice in a row. Seeing this, Miao Zhu suggested, “Commandery Princess, why don’t you take a nap?” “I am quite tired,” Leng Yu Yan replied, yawning again. Her drowsiness was largely due to spending too much time with him in the bath last night. His restlessness had required her to remain highly focused, consuming a lot of her energy. Moreover, the pleasure boat had many windows covered by white eye veils, and the morning sun had easily penetrated through them, so she had woken up quite early. Combining both, she truly needed a nap. Miao Zhu fetched a sleeping robe, assisting Leng Yu Yan in changing her clothes. Upon removing her dress, Miao Zhu was shocked to find the Commandery Princess’s body covered in red marks. “Did something happen between you and the Crown Prince?” Miao Zhu asked, her face flushing red, eyes filled with pity, “Commandery Princess, you’ve suffered!” Leng Yu Yan quickly changed into her sleeping robe and walked to her bed. Following closely, Miao Zhu asked again, “Then why are there marks on your body?” “Oh, don’t ask about that.” Leng Yu Yan climbed into bed, pulling a thin blanket over her stomach. Her face quickly blushed, like a flame ignited instantly. Miao Zhu immediately understood; even though nothing official happened, they had been very intimate. Without even consummating their relationship, her Commandery Princess had ended up with these marks; even looking at them made Miao Zhu feel pity. If the Crown Prince truly took the Commandery Princess, Miao Zhu felt a pang in her heart, thinking, with the delicate Princess and the Crown Prince’s tall and strong stature, it would definitely spell suffering for the Princess. Miao Zhu didn’t know how to offer comfort, feeling that anything she said might be wrong, so she simply moved a tray with ice closer to the bedside. Seeing the Commandery Princess struggling to keep her eyes open from extreme tiredness, Miao Zhu quietly withdrew. It wasn’t long before Leng Yu Yan began to dream— In her dream, she was still in the Eastern Palace bedroom. Exhausted from a night of love-making, she was barely awake when noise from outside the room disturbed her sleep. She heard a palace maid leading the others and questioning, “Isn’t the Crown Princess Consort awake yet?” Miao Zhu confirmed it. The woman said, “Hurry and wake the Crown Princess Consort; it’s time for her to take the anti-fertility soup.” Miao Zhu, standing in the doorway, implored, “Please, be considerate. The Crown Princess Consort is frail and is currently resting. It’s not suitable to disturb her.” The maid shoved Miao Zhu aside and ordered the other palace maids to pull her from the bed. Leng Yu Yan, barely awake and confused, was forcefully fed a bowl of bitter anti-fertility soup. The strong bitterness of the soup made her cough incessantly, tears filling her eyes. Miao Zhu exclaimed angrily, “You are just Eastern Palace maids, why treat the Crown Princess Consort ?” The leading maid responded, “We are following the orders of His Highness the Crown Prince.” Leng Yu Yan’s lips curved into a sardonic smile. Ever since she had been sent to Ye Yiheng by Lizong, except for the days she was unwell, he had nearly always desired her. In these past few months, he had never asked her to drink any anti-fertility soup. Today, he wanted her to drink it, probably because he didn’t want her to conceive his child, right? To her, whose heart had long become numb, this move was not a big deal. Yet her body felt subtly uncomfortable, pain twitching and numbing her already numb heart, let alone her limbs? The palace maids quickly left the bedroom, leaving Miao Zhu sobbing with heartache behind. “Miss, your maid is useless, I couldn’t stop them.” Leng Yu Yan shook her head, her cool hand touching Miao Zhu’s cheek, “Don’t cry, one day I will take you away from here.” Away from this cold Eastern Palace. “Miss, why are your hands so cold?” Miao Zhu grabbed her hand, crying even harder. “I’m going to sleep a bit more,” Leng Yu Yan forced a smile, uglier than a cry. Her body ached, she really wanted to rest. That man tortured her daily, simply because Leng Zongfa strongly supported Prince Liang, and Leng Zongfa had sent her to that man to be a spy for Prince Liang and Marquis Ningyuan’s Mansion. It seemed he truly detested her, otherwise how could he find ways to torment her? Keeping her awake all night. She was really fed up with such days; not a moment passed without her wanting to escape from here, escape from him. But even though he was blind, he still had the power to effortlessly capture her. Her mother and brother were long gone, and Leng Zongfa was a worthless father. She had no relatives left in this world. In such situations, she had thought about ending her life. But she still had Miao Zhu, whom she had promised to take away from here. How could she break her word? Moreover, before her mother died, she had asked her to live well, and she had promised. How could she not fulfill that? But life now, was indeed very difficult. Leng Yu Yan turned over, tears silently flowing. Miao Zhu covered her with a blanket, wiping the tears from her face, and quietly slipped out. Leng Yu Yan was groggy and didn’t know how long she had slept when suddenly she heard his footsteps. Probably someone had upset him again; he, as usual, pressed upon her, reached out to touch her face, then grasped her throat. Perhaps he felt her tears, because he almost growled in her ear, “I’ve said, don’t think of escaping me! If you want to escape, you have only death as an option, understand?” Leng Yu Yan nodded, her body trembling. Leng Yu Yan felt unwell all over, and didn’t know whether it was because of that bowl of anti-fertility soup. At that moment, her stomach churned uncontrollably, and she suddenly vomited. Unexpectedly, what came out was mouthfuls of fresh blood. In an instant, she lost consciousness. At that moment, Leng Yu Yan found herself drifting out of her body in the dream, floating at the top of the canopy, watching helplessly as her dream self lay on the bed, with fresh blood curling from her eyes, mouth, and nose, and the bed, including the man, covered in the blood she had sprayed, a shocking sight. She wanted to scream, but couldn’t make a sound, as if she was just a wandering soul, lingering at the top of the canopy, able only to watch as Ye Yiheng, his face veiled, forcefully slapped her body’s face. “Leng Yu Yan, don’t deceive me!” With that slap, he felt blood on his hand, sniffed it, his handsome brows furrowed, he took a dagger from his removed clothes. The dagger unsheathed, its cold light flaring. “I’ve said, you’re not allowed to leave, Leng Yu Yan, do you hear me?” He stabbed forcefully towards her heart. Such an action nearly scared her drifting soul to dissipate.