Ye Yiheng suddenly felt a pang in his heart, clenched his fist, and beat his chest, but the pain did not dissipate.
Seeing his condition, Song Guo hurriedly advised, "Your Highness, you must not do this while you're still injured!"
Ye Yiheng could not understand why there was a dull pain in his heart; even when the dagger pierced his chest, he had not felt this way.
The pain was unbearable; he got up and left the study.
Just then, the gatekeeper hurried in with a middle-aged man.
"Your Highness, this man is a coachman from the Prince Zhenbei Mansion. When the Crown Princess Consort and the Ninth Princess left the Eastern Palace, it was his horse carriage they took."
Hearing the gatekeeper's words, Ye Yiheng shifted his gaze onto the coachman.
The coachman stepped forward and bowed, "I have seen Your Highness, Crown Prince!"
Song Guo asked, "Why are you here in the Eastern Palace instead of waiting for the Crown Princess Consort and Ninth Princess outside?"
