Ye Yiheng spoke without any warmth, "There's no room for negotiation."
"You..." Leng Yu Yan's smile on her face froze.
The man pinched his brows, leaned to the side, and paid her no mind.
Leng Yu Yan couldn't understand. Once the wedding date was set, it would be the grand wedding, and after the wedding, his position as Crown Prince would no longer be secure...
Did he no longer want to be the Crown Prince?
Indeed, unable to comprehend, she moved closer, sat beside him, her hands climbing onto his arm, softening her tone as much as possible, "Your Highness, is there really no chance to discuss it?"
Her voice was clear and melodious, laced with threads of gentle reproach.
Under the eye veil, Ye Yiheng's originally closed eyes suddenly opened upon hearing this.
His gaze drifted downward, landing on her soft white hands gently resting on his arm.
Ye Yiheng slightly moved his fingers, then closed his eyes again.
The arm she was holding, however, dared not move again.