The horse carriage jostled again. Ye Yiheng reached out to steady her, but Leng Yu Yan had already seated herself. She saw his halted hand suspended in mid-air and asked with a smile, "Your Highness, were you going to help me?" Ye Yiheng casually withdrew his hand, his expression untroubled, "I was worried you might fall." "Thank you, Your Highness!" Leng Yu Yan smiled sweetly, then picked up her fan and started waving it again, although this time at a much slower pace. "It really is much cooler. Your Highness, why don’t you take off your outer robe as well?" She paused, put down her fan, and got off the soft couch. In two steps, she was in front of him. "Or shall I help you take it off?" Ye Yiheng’s lips curved slightly, "You really want to help me undress?" Since he was seated, Leng Yu Yan slightly bent over to align her gaze with his, "Hmm, I am your wife, and it is only right for me to help you undress." She attentively served him, and as he was pleased and satisfied, her life was spared too. Thinking this, her hands moved to undo the buttons at his collar. As she leaned over, the front of her undergarment drooped, trailing down from her snowy neck, revealing the sights he had seen last night and this morning. It was daytime now; everything appeared even more dazzling and creamy, almost blinding him and making his throat itch. He moved his gaze away discreetly, and as soon as she had unbuttoned his collar, he stood up to make it easier for her to undress him. Leng Yu Yan stepped back, untying her waistband and setting it aside, then proceeded to help him remove his robe. "Your Highness, shall I remove your pants as well?" Ye Yiheng laughed, "Under this pair of pants, I’m just wearing short underwear. Are you sure you want to help me undress?" "I didn’t say I’d help you take off your pants." Leng Yu Yan suddenly blushed; she had been foolish. Naturally, if a man felt hot, he wouldn’t wear underpants. "If Yanyan doesn’t mind, I could just wear my short underwear in the carriage." He enjoyed seeing her shy reactions, and so he lowered his head to stare at her. "Are you teasing me for fun, Your Highness?" She lowered her eyes and returned to the soft couch, folding his outer robe. "Teasing isn’t fun," Ye Yiheng casually sat opposite her, still looking askance with a playful smile lingering on his lips, "You are fun." Leng Yu Yan’s ears turned red. She threw the neatly folded robe over his face. "You are the Crown Prince, how can you speak like that?" Her embarrassment was extreme, and she was visibly agitated. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩 Ye Yiheng raised his hand to block the throw, catching the robe and placing it aside, laughing heartily, "No one else can hear us." Her eyes sparkled with a mix of shyness and irritation, but all that remained was pure allure. Such a woman existed in the world, perfectly combining innocence and allure! Ye Yiheng’s heart fluttered, and as he slowly leaned in to kiss her, Mo Chen’s voice echoed in the carriage, "Both Your Highnesses, I haven’t heard anything." Mo Chen’s blustering skills were nothing to boast of, much like someone answering they were asleep when asked if they were. But the thing was, neither she nor he had asked him if he had heard anything... Leng Yu Yan suddenly realized that Mo Chen did it intentionally. Everyone around him was extremely cunning; how could they make such a rookie mistake? Just like during breakfast when Song Guo mentioned how someone pursued her, and she had felt pleased. Thinking back, it was all Song Guo’s cunning, saying that to coax her on behalf of him. Having figured it out, Leng Yu Yan imagined Mo Chen, who was driving the carriage outside, silently laughing to himself, mocking her and him. Ye Yiheng, true to his servant Mo Chen’s nature, said coldly, "Mo Chen, do you wish to remain a bachelor all your life?" Mo Chen hurriedly replied, "Please, no! Your Highness, I acknowledge my mistake!" He honestly added, "I’m just glad to hear both Your Highnesses so sweet and loving." Ye Yiheng snorted, "Lucky you know what’s good." Leng Yu Yan shook her head and sighed, then suggested to him, "Your Highness, pull up your trouser legs a bit. It will be cooler, and with the breeze coming through the carriage window, you won’t even need a fan." "Then let’s roll them up." Ye Yiheng rolled up his pant legs to his knees by himself. Seeing this, Leng Yu Yan helped him with the other leg. As her pale, delicate fingers brushed against his leg, Ye Yiheng couldn’t help but think, when will her hands touch him again? "Done," Leng Yu Yan said with a smile, "Is it cooler now?" Seeing her pure and innocent smile, Ye Yiheng smiled back; however, he felt increasingly filthy inside. After sitting for a while and finding it boring inside the carriage, Leng Yu Yan suggested, "Your Highness, how about we play chess?" Ye Yiheng nodded, "No crying if you lose." "I won’t," Leng Yu Yan laughed, "Where’s the chess set?" Ye Yiheng pointed and said, "It’s right under the couch you’re sitting on." Leng Yu Yan got down and opened the cabinet. The first thing she saw was a can of dried peaches, full to the brim, obviously untouched. "Why didn’t you eat it?" Ye Yiheng recalled he once said he wouldn’t eat them, raised his brows, and said calmly, "Didn’t have the heart." Leng Yu Yan pinched a piece of dried peach and brought it to his lips, "Eat it, why hesitate? When we return, there will be plenty of peaches to make more dried peaches." Ye Yiheng thought of the phrase— "If he eats it again, he’s an idiot!" His thin lips parted, and finally, he took the dried peach held by her fingers. His lips brushed against her fingertips as before, and the unpleasant feeling from the "idiot" comment started to fade slightly. Luckily, no one knew about this thought except for him. In that case, he shamelessly proposed, "How about we play chess while Yanyan feeds me? Would that be alright?" "Your Highness is really lazy!" Leng Yu Yan couldn’t hold back her laughter, and bent down again to pull out the chess basket from inside. With a can of dried peaches and the chess basket in hand, they opened the sliding door and entered the bedroom at the back of the carriage. They took a small square table from under the bed, placed it in the middle of the bed, and sat cross-legged facing each other to start the game. Whenever Leng Yu Yan felt like she was about to lose, she fed him a piece of dried peach. Ye Yiheng knew her little trick? Yet, he swallowed the dried peach, not sparing her a single point, and defeated her ruthlessly. Leng Yu Yan, annoyed, lost three games in a row and had to feed him for a long time each loss. "Your Highness really doesn’t understand how to treat a lady softly!" "Change the way you feed me, and I’ll let you win a game." His deep, ocean-like eyes flashed an ambiguous gleam. Leng Yu Yan didn’t catch it and asked puzzled, "How else can I feed you?" Since she was eating dried peach, her words sounded a bit muffled but unexpectedly seductive. Ye Yiheng leaned forward, fingertip touching her cherry lips. Leng Yu Yan understood; her face instantly flushed with embarrassment. Nevertheless, Ye Yiheng added, "Otherwise, you won’t be able to win against me. Do you want to win or not? I guarantee you won’t notice me letting you win." Was his skill in chess that profound? Leng Yu Yan was compelled to try. Thus, she placed the dried peach between her lips, slightly pursed, with both hands on the small table, and slowly leaned toward his lips. With each inch closer, her heartbeat quickened. Ye Yiheng sat still until her delicate face was just an inch away, then suddenly seized the back of her head and covered her lips with his own. Leng Yu Yan’s eyes widened. She never knew he could eat the dried peaches so quickly. While she was still in shock, her body was already beneath him...