The horse carriage stopped, and Song Guo and Miao Zhu came from another carriage, holding a watermelon driven by Mo Chen. Upon opening the carriage door, "Your Highnesses, time for some watermelon. We just bought it from the roadside, freshly picked from the melon field, very fresh." Song Guo’s words had hardly fallen when he and Miao Zhu looked up, only to see four feet on the bed in the carriage room. Judging by appearances, socks were messy, two feet up and two feet down... Both Song Guo and Miao Zhu blushed furiously and quickly exited the carriage door. "Mo Chen, why didn’t you warn us?" Song Guo complained. Mo Chen was puzzled, "Warn about what?" Miao Zhu squatted down and whispered in Mo Chen’s ear, "The Highnesses are doing that..." Mo Chen said, "Don’t talk nonsense, the Highnesses are playing chess." He practiced martial arts, so naturally, his hearing was good; he couldn’t have heard wrong. With a flushed face, Miao Zhu retorted, "They’re not wearing clothes, and you say they’re playing chess? Song Guo and I aren’t blind!" At this, Mo Chen glanced sideways at Song Guo. Song Guo nodded solemnly and then happily said, "Then we’re going to have a little Highness to hold soon!" The three started their conversation in whispers, but as they got more excited, their voices grew louder. Inside, Leng Yu Yan nearly burst into tears out of anxiety, especially as someone kept kissing her relentlessly. She clenched her fist and pounded his shoulder; only then did the man let her go. "Song Guo, Miao Zhu, what nonsense are you talking about?" Leng Yu Yan felt it was necessary to explain, "Both of you, come in!" Her pants were above her knees; she wasn’t undressed. Besides, Song Guo was an eunuch, and it was harmless for him to come in. As she spoke, she sat up, glaring at the man to sit properly, too. Song Guo and Miao Zhu hesitantly pushed open the carriage door, bowed their heads, and stepped in, staring intently at their toes, daring not to wander their gaze. Leng Yu Yan questioned Miao Zhu sharply, "What do you mean by ’not wearing clothes’?" Miao Zhu timidly lifted her eyelids but quickly looked down. Ah, that’s not right! She lifted her head again, not forgetting to elbow Song Guo standing next to her, "The Highnesses are indeed wearing clothes." Song Guo dared not lift his head, muttering to himself, "Your Highness dresses very quickly." The source of thɪs content is 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝕟𝕖𝕥 Ye Yiheng chuckled lightly, "Look up." Song Guo then timidly raised his head and quickly laughed, "It was I and Miao Zhu who were mistaken." Previously, they had seen their feet and their bare calves; the view beyond was blocked by a small square table. Moreover, he and Miao Zhu did not dare to look too closely or for too long, hastily assuming the Highnesses were unclothed and hurriedly exited. Outside the carriage, Mo Chen declared, "I just knew I couldn’t have heard wrong!" Song Guo and Miao Zhu ignored Mo Chen and busied themselves bringing the freshly cut watermelon back into the carriage before swiftly leaving. After closing the door, Song Guo whispered to Mo Chen, "I think I messed up. Today we shouldn’t have bought, cut, or brought in the watermelon." Mo Chen was puzzled, "Clarify a bit!" "If we hadn’t brought in the watermelon, perhaps something would have become of the Highnesses." Song Guo regretted deeply. Both Highnesses were lying on the bed face to face; what would naturally follow would be a show of affection! But he and Miao Zhu had interrupted, truly causing trouble! Mo Chen waved it off and said unconcernedly, "You’re overthinking it, the Crown Princess Consort lost three rounds, the Crown Prince was just comforting her." "Really?" Miao Zhu asked. "Of course it’s true. Why would I lie to you?" Mo Chen replied, "I too wish to hold a little Highness soon!" That’s when the sound of Leng Yu Yan laughing hysterically came from inside the carriage, "You all really have imagination, why don’t you go write scripts?" She had been kissed by someone, but she was awake, how could she possibly let someone take her in the carriage? Only Ye Yiheng knew, if not for Song Guo and Miao Zhu coming in, things would have been different. As for creating an environment just for the two of them, it was simple; he just had to give an order. However, his expression did not show it; his slender, jade-like fingers separated the black and white pieces and he coldly said, "Yanyan, let’s continue the game." Mo Chen, hearing this, said to Song Guo and Miao Zhu, "Listen, what exactly is in your heads?" Song Guo’s uneasy heart finally settled. After leaving Jiangzhou City, since they didn’t take the waterway, the journey was somewhat roundabout. At night, they stopped at an inn, and during dinner, they heard that there was a Yuelao Temple on the neighboring mountain with a marriage tree next to it which was particularly efficacious in prayers for love matches. Miao Zhu wanted to see it. She eagerly looked at Ye Yiheng and Leng Yu Yan and softly said, "Your Highnesses, let’s go take a look!" Leng Yu Yan smiled at her, "Do you really want to go and find yourself an ideal husband?" Miao Zhu blushed and nodded in admission. Then, Mo Chen Ruo Feng and Song Guo simultaneously said, "We would like to go too." Leng Yu Yan understood, the four of them had the same goal, all wanting to find their other halves. "But the Crown Prince and I are already married; would it still be meaningful to go?" she purposely said this. Miao Zhu cheerfully said, "It is, it is! A marriage needs to always be happy and fulfilling!" The usually silent Ye Yiheng suddenly spoke, "Then let’s go tomorrow." Miao Zhu and the rest joyfully expressed their gratitude. They stayed inside the Inn, as usual, Leng Yu Yan shared a room with Miao Zhu, Ye Yiheng alone in another, and the remaining rooms were occupied by Song Guo and the guards in pairs. In the dead of night, Ye Yiheng had a dream. He dreamed that Leng Yu Yan was clutching his lapel, her pale legs brushing against his body, her voice seductively saying, "Your Highness, do you want me?" Ye Yiheng abruptly woke up, the allure of the dream lingering in his mind. Not only that, he had sweated through his clothes, and his trousers were sticky. He got out of bed and took a cold shower, and after a long while, the restlessness inside him calmed down. He closed his eyes and pressed his temples; his self-control was getting worse. The next morning, Ye Yiheng and his group set out for the Yuelao Temple. Since they had to walk the mountain path, they could only go on foot. Along the way, Ye Yiheng’s face was expressionless, and he remained silent, puzzling Leng Yu Yan. Although he normally spoke little, he had much to say to her. Today, during breakfast at the inn, it seemed as if he barely looked at her. Now, as he was observing the landscape, he seemed even less likely to notice her. Leng Yu Yan quietly pulled Miao Zhu aside and deliberately slowed their pace. Miao Zhu sensed she had something to say and asked, "Commandery Princess, what’s on your mind?" "Is my outfit not pretty today?" Leng Yu Yan pursed her lips, or was it that someone was tired of seeing her? Miao Zhu laughed, "You look beautiful, Commandery Princess! You always look pretty!" Excited about visiting the Yuelao Temple today, Miao Zhu was in high spirits, so she boldly asked, "Does everyone think the Crown Princess Consort looks beautiful?" Upon hearing this, everyone walking on the mountain path turned back and simultaneously said, "Beautiful!" Leng Yu Yan smiled, her gaze unconsciously following him, but he still did not turn to look at her. This made her quite frustrated. What was wrong with him? Could it be that he was angry again because he remembered that she drugged him, resulting in his escape from the Eastern Palace? This thought caused a surge of unease in Leng Yu Yan. She hurried to catch up with him, her small hand reaching out to grab his, "Your Highness, are you upset, did I make another mistake? It was wrong of me to drug you before, I can sincerely apologize!" Ye Yiheng turned his head, her trembling eyelashes and watery eyes making her appear pitifully vulnerable.