Chapter 92 Pressing on the Chest

Leng Yu Yan had no choice but to speak toward the door inside, "Your Highness, I suddenly feel unwell, I shall return tomorrow."

Having said this, she turned around.

Song Guo hastily stopped her, "Miss, please hurry inside. Lady must have misunderstood something to be crying like that."

As Song Guo spoke, Ye Yiheng had already arrived at the entrance to the Crown Prince's bedroom.

"Come in."

Underneath her eye veil, the corners of Leng Yu Yan's lips twitched. She took a deep breath, turned around, and followed him in.

The man walking ahead had a leisurely pace, his robes billowing in the breeze.

It was as if he were strolling through an idyllic country path.

Indeed, whose youthful and charming figure was this, striding so elegantly?

The person was exceedingly tall, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs—a demon capable of captivating thousands of young girls with just his silhouette.