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Chapter 90: Chapter 90 Indirect Kiss
Jian Lecheng slapped the table. “Lai Wu, you are oblivious. That so-called Divine Doctor charges an exorbitant fee for consultation, yet no one has ever heard what abilities he actually possesses! Just as Your Highness has said before, he must be a charlatan, a fame-seeker preying on the gullible!”
Leng Yu Yan asked in a tone light as the clouds and breeze, “However high the consultation fee might be, how high can it get?”
“Ten thousand gold!” Jian Lecheng declared righteously indignant. “Ten thousand gold, and yet the Divine Doctor refuses to leave his retreat, not even showing his face. Tell me, isn’t that the behavior of a swindler, a fame-seeker? In my opinion, he must be guilty of something!”
As Leng Yu Yan lifted the lid of the food container, she hesitated—the one who had offered ten thousand gold—
—it was Ye Yiheng!
She quickly lowered her gaze, composed her emotions, and took out a few plates of pastries made by Miao Zhu.
“If you think the consultation fee is too high, then don’t seek his services. The buyer and the seller should be fair to one another. Where is it reasoned that if the doctor refuses to treat or cannot cure the illness, he should take a person’s life?”
Jian Lecheng was so infuriated that his nostrils flared. “What kind of talk is that, Lai Wu? After all, you are to be the future Crown Princess Consort. Instead of standing by His Highness, you’re siding with a fame-seeking Divine Doctor. What is your intention?”
“Let not the Young Master indiscriminately label others!” Leng Yu Yan looked at Ye Yiheng. “Your Highness, you are my future husband. Could it be that I don’t wish you well?”
Although the truth was, he sought her life at every turn.
If she really married him, and should he pass away, the only benefit for her would be inheriting the vast wealth of the Eastern Palace.
Not in vain would all her days spent in anxiety by his side have been!
“How have I wrongly accused you?” Jian Lecheng slapped the table again. “What I said is the complete truth. Indeed, a woman’s heart can be most venomous!”
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Leng Yu Yan smiled coldly, speaking unhurriedly. “The Young Master, a man in his own right, hurls insults around so tactfully, truly a match for the shrillest fishwife in the market!”
“No wonder your face has these ugly blotches!” Jian Lecheng quivered with anger, raising his voice. “The countenance reflects the heart, and in my view, your heart is as black as those blotches on your face!”
“Having spots on my face is not of my choosing! For the Young Master to harp on with insults…” Lifting her hand as if to wipe away tears, Leng Yu Yan gave a respectful bow to Ye Yiheng. “Your Highness, I shall return to the Leng Residence.”
With that, she turned and walked towards the exit.
Ye Yiheng frowned; as these two argued, why did the subject change?
Although Jian Lecheng raised his voice, he had been completely provoked by Leng Yu Yan’s few words and even gave her an excuse to return to the Leng Residence.
“Don’t you dare!” His voice was cold. “Come back here.”
Leng Yu Yan halted in her steps, not turning back. “Does Your Highness still require something?”
“The pastries.”
Ye Yiheng uttered two words from his thin lips, watching her departing figure impassively.
Leng Yu Yan turned around, pursing her lips slightly. “Thank you for looking after me yesterday, Your Highness!”
“Everything I consume must be tested for poison. These pastries were sent by the Crown Princess Consort, so please, Crown Princess Consort, help test them for poison.”
Upon hearing this, the corners of Leng Yu Yan’s eyes crinkled into a smile, her lips silently cursing, “Madman!”
Ye Yiheng raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you coming over?”
Only then did she move forward, approaching the table. Her delicate hands picked up a piece of pastry as she lifted her veil with the other hand, her red lips parting slightly to take a bite, savouring it carefully.
Her lips, tinted a lush red, gleamed enticingly, as if beckoning to be plucked…
Ye Yiheng uncomfortably averted his eyes. “The other two plates.”
Without a word, Leng Yu Yan reached for the second plate, nibbled on a piece, and then moved on to the pastries from the third plate.
Perhaps because she had eaten three pieces in quick succession, she suddenly choked.
She patted her chest, to no avail.
Song Guo, quick to react, grabbed the tea his master had poured for himself moments ago from the table and handed it to her.
Leng Yu Yan accepted the teacup, nodding gratefully at him, and took a sip of the tea, which brought her some relief.
Ye Yiheng awkwardly coughed into his fist, aware that he had already taken a sip from that cup of tea!
The whole scenario completely bewildered Jian Lecheng.
As he came to his senses, he chuckled, “Shameless, that’s the tea Song Guo left there, which His Highness had just drunk from.”
Leng Yu Yan, with a mouthful of tea she hadn’t swallowed yet, suddenly spat it out…
She sprayed Jian Lecheng’s head and face with a torrent of tea.
“Madwoman!” Jian Lecheng hopped up, frantically wiping the tea from his face, and yelled as he rushed out the door to wash up.
Only then did Song Guo apologetically say, “Miss, I am really sorry, I saw the tea hadn’t been touched much and thought Your Highness hadn’t drunk it yet.”
Ye Yiheng coughed again.
“The Princely Heir does not like pastries, so I took them away,” Leng Yu Yan’s face flushed slightly, “Let’s pretend the tea incident never happened!”
While she spoke, she began to pack up the food box.
Ye Yiheng lightly tapped the table with his index finger, “The things given to me have no reason to be taken back.”
Just like the woman betrothed to him had no reason to flee from his side.
Hearing the implied meaning, Leng Yu Yan’s chest heaved dramatically, she pushed the food box aside, and left the study room.
Seeing her depart hastily, Song Guo scratched his head, “Your Highness, I really didn’t know you had already drunk that cup of tea.”
Ye Yiheng pointed towards the door of the study, “You may leave first.”
Song Guo obeyed and left.
Not long after, Jian Lecheng returned, saw the delicate pastries on the table, and couldn’t help but reach out to grab one.
Ye Yiheng rapped his hand with a folding fan.
“These are mine.”
Jian Lecheng was still enraged, “Your Highness, Lai Wu just now didn’t stand by your side at all, I am upset, can’t I have a pastry to ease my anger?”
“No.”
Looking at the exquisite pastries, Jian Lecheng could only swallow his saliva, and couldn’t help but add, “Your Highness hasn’t eaten them either, leaving them like this is a waste.”
Ye Yiheng gave him a faint glance, saying nothing.
That gaze carried a chill, like icy blades, Jian Lecheng shivered and slapped his forehead, sighing, “Never mind, I will go back to the Duke Mansion for dinner.”
Leng Yu Yan did not stop on her way back to Tingfeng Garden.
Once inside, she began to rinse her mouth desperately, scrubbing her lips.
Miao Zhu saw this and worriedly said, “Miss, if you keep washing like this, you’ll scrub your skin raw!”
It was then that Leng Yu Yan took a handkerchief to dab the corner of her lips, signaling Mrs. Zhao to stand guard outside the door, then whispered to Miao Zhu, “I know who the person behind the ten thousand gold is!”
“Who?”
“The Crown Prince!”
Upon hearing this, Miao Zhu immediately covered her mouth, eyes widening.
After a long while, she asked, “Then, Miss, will you accept the order?”
Leng Yu Yan shook her head slightly, “Just now, according to Jian Lecheng, if the blind man’s eyes can’t be cured, they’ll kill the Divine Doctor to set an example.”
Miao Zhu fretted, “Miss, what shall we do?”
“The identity must not be revealed!”
Her identity as the Linqing Pavilion Master must not be exposed!
“Safety first!” Miao Zhu nodded again and again, thinking of her Miss’s continuous mouth rinsing earlier, she couldn’t help asking, “What happened to Miss’s lips?”
“It’s nothing, just that I drank a cup of scalding tea earlier in someone’s study.”
While talking, Leng Yu Yan turned around, raising her hand to her forehead, does that count as an indirect kiss?
No, no!
Even if it was, it doesn’t count!
Miao Zhu indignantly said, “His Highness the Crown Prince really, how can he intentionally serve scalding tea to a guest?”
Remembering that newly poured tea is usually hot, Miao Zhu immediately corrected herself, softening her tone, “Miss, you should blow on your tea before drinking in the future, it’s your own mouth that gets burned.”