Ye Yiheng feigned ignorance. "What kind of matter?" Leng Yu Yan choked and glared at him resentfully. "Your Highness is so clever, almost demonically so. How could you not know?" The man chuckled lightly and shook his head; his large hand grabbed a corner of the thin blanket and tossed it upwards. The blanket rose, forming a dome over the bed. His body quickly darted beneath it, pinning the astonished and dazed Leng Yu Yan underneath him. Suddenly, darkness fell before her eyes, and she could only see his cold and handsome face loom ever larger before her. "Your, Your Highness?" Her hands reflexively pressed against his chest as her heartbeat unconsciously quickened. "Yanyan, do you know how I most want to punish you?" He had never been a good man. She had fled from him, and he had most wanted to ravage her harshly. Now that she had returned with him, although his anger had lessened, his desire hadn’t changed. Leng Yu Yan’s mind boomed. Even if she didn’t want to face it, thinking that her life was at stake and she couldn’t defy his will, she resigned herself and closed her eyes. Her delicate body couldn’t help but tremble, causing Ye Yiheng’s eyes to gradually darken. In the next moment, his lips covered hers, and his heavy body pressed down upon her. The warm sensation on her lips made Leng Yu Yan’s lashes flutter slightly. Before long, she began to slap his shoulder forcefully, signaling that she couldn’t take it. Ye Yiheng pulled back slightly from her lips and asked in a hoarse voice, "What’s wrong?" "Your Highness is too heavy," she admitted with a flushed face, her voice as low as it could be. "You’re crushing me." With that said, her lips parted slightly as she breathed, her chest heaving intensely, as if she was breathing in fresh air after a lack of oxygen. Ye Yiheng was quite pleased with himself, at least she was no longer opposing him. Then again, he realized he had been too impatient, especially since she was excessively delicate. He propped himself up on one elbow, trying not to put pressure on her, and teased in a bantering tone, "How can you be so frail?" She hummed, "So Your Highness prefers robust women? Those women are quite sturdy, allowing Your Highness to do as you please, right?" Ye Yiheng laughed heartily. "That would be so uninteresting. I only want to tease you." Leng Yu Yan’s face flushed a deeper red, and in her embarrassment, she forcefully pushed him. But she couldn’t budge him an inch, and instead, the man caught both her hands and raised them above her head. To Leng Yu Yan’s shock, the ties of her underwear had come undone at some point, and her clothing gaped open as he lifted her hands in an instant. Ye Yiheng’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he lowered his head to kiss her... At that moment, someone knocked on the door. Simultaneously, Miao Zhu’s voice entered the room: "Your Highnesses, Elder Mrs. Zhang and Uncle have sent someone to call for you, saying it’s time for breakfast." For origınal chapters go to 𝗻𝗼𝘷𝗲𝗹•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥 Leng Yu Yan took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she replied to those outside the door, "All right, we are coming." Her voice was irresistibly sultry despite her efforts to control it. Ye Yiheng rolled off her, his hand to his forehead in thought. He realized he needed to take her back to the Eastern Palace promptly. Considering his status, no one in the Zhang Family dared to defy him. However, Elder Mrs. Zhang and Zhang Ruohai were Leng Yu Yan’s elders after all, and he felt he owed them some courtesy. After a quick wash, Leng Yu Yan accompanied Ye Yiheng out of Qingyu Residence. Song Guo approached them, whispering: "Your Highnesses, actually, the Zhang Family came several times, but I managed to turn them away each time. Just now, I was briefly away from the courtyard entrance, and when the Zhang Family saw Miao Zhu, they asked her to help pass the message, and that’s how this ensued." He inwardly criticized, the Crown Prince couple had been newlyweds for such a short time, yet the Zhang Family had no tact. Leng Yu Yan said, "It seems that my grandmother and uncle are getting anxious." She pulled Ye Yiheng’s hand, "Your Highness, let’s walk faster." After a few steps, it turned into Ye Yiheng pulling her along. Leng Yu Yan found herself breathless, her body still feeling tender from a certain person’s actions, and she truly couldn’t walk fast. But considering that it was her own request to walk faster and given the man’s long strides, she kept pace with effortful breaths. Ye Yiheng noticed and asked in a low voice, "Can’t walk fast?" Leng Yu Yan lowered her gaze, and the blush that hadn’t faded before leaving the house now deepened by three shades. "Then we’ll walk slower." A pleased smile curved Ye Yiheng’s lips. The girl before him lowered her head, revealing her snow-white slender neck, her cheeks faintly blushing, both pure and delicate. Such a charming woman was his Crown Princess Consort! He added, "It’s fine if they wait a bit longer." His voice was gentle, as if all her details were utterly transparent to him, and he knew everything clearly. Inside the Zhang Family’s dining room, all the Zhang Family members were already sitting at the table, just waiting for Ye Yiheng and Leng Yu Yan to arrive. The Zhang Family wouldn’t start eating without the Crown Prince couple. Finally, the couple arrived. Following Song Guo, who sang out, "The Crown Prince has arrived, the Crown Prince Consort has arrived!" the Zhang Family members all stood up to greet them. Ye Yiheng held Leng Yu Yan tightly with one hand while lightly lifting the other, "Please sit down." "Thank you, Your Highness!" everyone said in unison. After Ye Yiheng and Leng Yu Yan were seated, the Zhang Family members sat down again. Elder Mrs. Zhang saw her granddaughter’s delicate face blushing and understood, so she said with a smile, "Let’s all eat." At breakfast, Leng Yu Yan encountered Aunt Yan and Zhang Yujing, whom she hadn’t seen at dinner the night before, and noticed Zhang Yujing occasionally casting glances at Ye Yiheng. Leng Yu Yan felt displeased and asked, "Grandmother, why didn’t I see my second cousin yesterday?" Elder Mrs. Zhang explained, "Yesterday, Yu Jing went with her mother to her maternal grandparents’ home and returned late at night." At that moment, Ms.Qu interjected, "The Crown Prince Consort might not know, originally last year Yu Jing was supposed to get married, but somehow she has yet to find a good family match until now. Yu Jing going back to her maternal grandparents’ home with her mother was precisely for matchmaking, although it’s uncertain whether it went well." Yu Ming’s marriage remained uncertain, so Zhang Yujing just kept delaying it. The thought of Aunt Yan and Uncle’s sordid affair emboldened Ms.Qu to speak without restraint, adding, "In my opinion, it’s all because Yu Jing is too proud. Last year when Jiangzhou City was flooded, the Crown Prince came to visit, and since then, Yu Jing’s expectations have risen." Zhang Yujing gripped her chopsticks tightly in anger, "Why does mother fabricate such stories about me?" Ms.Qu scoffed coldly, "I didn’t talk nonsense. Didn’t you tell your maid in your own courtyard that even being a Crown Prince Concubine would be better than marrying off hastily in Jiangzhou City?" She gestured to the Zhang Family, "If Your Highnesses don’t believe me, just ask anyone here. Wasn’t it Yu Jing herself who refused the family that proposed to her last year?" Zhang Yujing was left speechless, her head hanging low. Now that the matter was out in the open, although she was enraged, deep down, she harbored a glimmer of hope. How she wished the Crown Prince would speak a word and take her away. To her surprise, she didn’t hear Ye Yiheng speak first; instead, she heard the playful voice of Leng Yu Yan, "Your Highness, my second cousin seems interested in you, what should we do about this?" Ye Yiheng’s left hand moved under the table and accurately captured Leng Yu Yan’s thigh, "What do you suggest, Crown Princess Consort?" Leng Yu Yan suppressed the urge to slap his hand away and forced a smile, "The Prime Minister’s Mansion daughter knelt before me the other day, begging me to convince Your Highness to take her in, and I refused. But now we’re dealing with my second cousin; what do you think I should do, Your Highness?"