She cried uncontrollably, and Ye Yiheng didn't know how to comfort her.
Leng Yu Yan lowered her feather-like eyelashes, speaking softly, "Since Your Highness refuses to let me go, I beg you to leave Tingfeng Garden. Let us continue our cooperation, with our marital relationship existing only in public, not in private."
A self-mocking smile appeared at the corner of Ye Yiheng's lips. He thought he had hidden it well, but had forgotten she was a person of delicate intelligence.
What she called a public relationship but not a private one meant that they were husband and wife in name only.
She was too emotional tonight, he should let her calm down before they talked again.
Actually, he couldn't make heads or tails of it either.
"Rest well, I will go back to my bedroom."
Having said that, he got up and left.
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The next morning, Leng Yu Yan commanded Xia Tao, Qiubo, and Xiaoshan to go to the market and buy a cart full of peaches.
