Chapter 730: Chapter 730: Mind in Turmoil Leng Zongfa wrapped her in a brocade quilt and cried out with desperate force, “Someone, quickly find Ling Lang.” Before Ling Lang arrived, he had haphazardly clothed himself. Leng Yu Yan felt like she was floating aimlessly; she desperately wanted to return to her body but couldn’t. She couldn’t even draw near to examine the cause of her death. Instead, she drifted to the top of the tent, then floated up to the roof. It wasn’t long before Ling Lang arrived. After a brief examination, he said, “Your Highness, the Crown Princess Consort was already with child before her passing.” The real Leng Yu Yan abruptly awoke with a start. In her ancient past life, she was given to him like a present by Leng Zongfa. He did not like her, yet desired her affection. She wanted to flee from him, but she never managed to escape the Eastern Palace. That anti-fertility soup, the blood she vomited, and the way he stabbed her in the heart… The her from that ancient past life had actually died by his hand! Not only that, but the her from that past life had also carried his child! He had not wanted their child; he had killed not only her but also their unborn child! Leng Yu Yan lay on the bed, sobbing uncontrollably, having always thought that her fear of him was due to several months of dreams where he had forced himself on her. Only now did she understand that her fear of him stemmed from having died by his hand in her past life! In the life that followed, she became a modern person; how wonderful it would have been to keep living in modern times, yet fate had brought her back to the ancient era. In this life, after much wandering, she had married him again. Their relationship had evidently improved, so why did she dream of the cause of her death in a previous life? Perhaps knowing the cause of her death from a past life was not a bad thing. Leng Yu Yan stopped crying and thought that perhaps this life was different from the last; surely he wouldn’t kill her again in this life? She had no confidence in her heart. Even more unsettling was the knowledge that he was her murderer from a past life; how could she peacefully stay in the Eastern Palace, by his side as if nothing had happened? Pitiful was the her from the past life; she had never known that she once had a tiny life growing inside her. Leng Yu Yan placed her hand over her flat belly, and her tears burst forth like a flood breaking through a dam. How should she manage? The cruelest joke of all was having her return to the ancient times, to his side, trapped in an intricate entanglement with him. Suddenly, a familiar set of footsteps approached from outside. Leng Yu Yan hurriedly wiped her tears and straightened her hair. Soon after, Ye Yiheng entered the bedroom, and, seeing that she had been crying, asked with concern, “What’s wrong?” Leng Yu Yan hiccuped through her sobs, sniffed, and said, “I had a nightmare.” Ye Yiheng shook his head and smiled indulgently, striding forward and soon sat on the edge of the bed, drawing her into his embrace, “With me here, do not fear!” Leng Yu Yan’s body stiffened, the corners of her mouth twitched, but ultimately she remained silent. His embrace was warm, unlike the bone-chilling coldness in her dream, but the fact that she had been murdered by him couldn’t be denied. For a moment, her heart was in turmoil. All she could do was to lie motionless on his lap when suddenly, she spotted a dagger in his boot. “Your Highness, might I take a look at that dagger?” She sat up slightly, her heart pounding fiercely. Ye Yiheng took a step to the side, pulled out the dagger from his boot, and handed it to her. Leng Yu Yan’s eyes suddenly narrowed, the dagger she now saw was the exact one that had pierced her heart in her dream! The red gem on its hilt was like a drop of blood. She pulled out the dagger, its cold gleam flashing before her eyes, making her avert her gaze. “Such a fine dagger, Your Highness; might you present it to me?” If she was given the dagger, would she not die by it in this life? “The dagger is indeed too large for a lady,” Ye Yiheng withdrew the dagger and sheathed it again, “If you truly like it, I will order someone to forge one that fits your hand.” The implication couldn’t be clearer—it was a refusal. Leng Yu Yan didn’t insist on it further and simply said, “Your Highness, I haven’t slept enough, may I sleep a bit longer?” Ye Yiheng nodded, “Then rest well, I happen to have something to discuss with Ling Lang.” After saying this, he laid her flat on the bed, covered her with a thin blanket by hand, and immediately left the bedroom. Leng Yu Yan stared at the canopy above, her eyes vacant, the image of the dagger flashing ceaselessly in her mind. She had noticed before that Ye Yiheng carried a dagger hidden inside his boot, but she had never looked closely. Now, she was certain that the dagger from her dream was the same one she had just seen. Should she return to Beilan City? Lying in bed, her mind was restless. She thought for a long time, still wanting to confide in someone, but about such significant things she saw in her dream, whom could she tell? Definitely not him—the only ones she could talk to were her family at Prince Zhenbei Mansion! If she were to go back to Beilan City, she would have to discuss it with him. Thinking this, Leng Yu Yan got out of bed, dressed properly, and went to Ling Lang’s study. The person searching for Ling Lang would naturally be in the study. But as she approached the study, she overheard someone inside asking Ling Lang, “Which kind of anti-fertility soup do you think is better?” Leng Yu Yan stopped in her tracks, suddenly turned around, and no longer wanted to find him. Inside the study, Ling Lang laughed and asked, “Your Highness doesn’t want to have children with the Crown Princess Consort so soon?” Ye Yiheng pondered for a moment and said, “Childbirth is an extremely painful affair, to bear such a large infant. The wrongdoing…” Although he had yet to consummate his marriage with Yanyan, even if they did, he didn’t want her to have children so soon. Last night, he deeply realized how agonizing childbirth could be. “I understand, Your Highness is concerned about the Crown Princess Consort suffering,” Ling Lang nodded, “There are many types of anti-fertility soups. If Your Highness and the Crown Princess Consort truly need it, I will certainly study them thoroughly.” Ye Yiheng said, “If you are really going to study it, then study it well.” Song Guo couldn’t help but interject, “Sir, when the time comes, be sure not to make a whole vat of it. Others prescribe anti-fertility soup bowl by bowl, but I fear that what you make will be by the vat.” Ling Lang angrily pointed at Song Guo, “How could you say such things?” Outside, Leng Yu Yan fled as if in a panic. The dagger, the anti-fertility soup—the elements from her dream were now present in reality. Could the various events unfolding in reality mean that the occurrences from her dream were not far from becoming reality? Although the previous life in her dreams was quite different from reality, the thought of the Emperor’s plot against her father and elder brother compelled her to be more vigilant. Lightning flashed, thunder boomed, and the rain poured down in sheets. Latest content publıshed on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝔫𝔢𝔱 Such rainfall washed away much of the day’s heat. Leng Yu Yan lay on the inner side of the bed, listening to the rain outside, her heart unsettled. Seeing her pensive, Ye Yiheng stretched out a long arm and gently pulled her soft body into his embrace. “What are you thinking about?” he asked. Leng Yu Yan’s body stiffened, and she tentatively asked, “Tell me the truth, Your Highness, do you like children?” Ye Yiheng considered and said, “Children are mischievous and prone to crying; we are in no rush to have children.” “Oh,” Leng Yu Yan silently mourned for the child lost in a previous life. At that moment, Ye Yiheng teasingly asked, “What, does Yanyan want to bear a child for me?” She shook her head, “I was just asking casually, Your Highness needn’t take it to heart.” Ye Yiheng turned her to face him, “Do you have something on your mind?” “No, not at all.” She shook her head again, fearing he would notice something was amiss, curved her lips into a playful smile, and asked again in a probing manner, “If I were to flee from Your Highness’s side, would you kill me?”