Zhang Yuming's hands, clasped behind his back, suddenly tightened.
Elder Mrs. Zhang was experienced and had heard just a few days ago that the Crown Prince had no hidden ailments. Now hearing that even the bed had collapsed, she smiled, her eyes wrinkling with joy, and repeatedly exclaimed, "Good, good, good!"
Having a husband who cherished her granddaughter was indeed a good thing.
At this moment, Leng Yu Yan was slowly waking up, only to realize that her skirt had gathered at her waist, and she shyly tried to shift to one side.
But she hadn't expected that the man's hand, which was around her waist, did not relax at all.
She sat up slightly, looked up at him, saw that his eyes were closed, and asked softly, "Your Highness, are you awake?"
Ye Yiheng did not deny it, simply stating, "I've been awake all morning." After speaking, he pressed her body onto his own.
