Before she touched the half of her face that had previously been blemished, Ye Yiheng had already fully seen her face.
Snowy skin and striking beauty, black hair, red lips.
Her beauty was extraordinary, her appearance dazzling.
She possessed a face so stunning it was heart-stopping.
No wonder at the palace banquet, after she removed her veil, she easily captured everyone's attention.
Seeing him staring at her, his gaze sharp and piercing, Leng Yu Yan withdrew the hand she had placed on her face, her fine, long eyelashes trembling slightly.
"Your Highness, I heard you fainted in Cining Palace, are you all right?"
Suddenly, Ye Yiheng teleported behind her, his long arm stretched out, his large hand gripping her slender shoulder, forcefully pinning her between his body and his arm.
"Do you also wish for my early death?"
His voice was cold and forbidding, carrying a chilling murderous intent.
Leng Yu Yan was greatly alarmed, a warning bell going off in her mind.