As he grew, his parents took care of Ye Yiheng even more than they did for their own son.
From childhood to adulthood, they were always competing, whether actively or passively; the instances were too numerous to count.
And now, he had once thought that, given time, Leng Yu Yan would naturally understand the difference between him and Ye Yiheng.
One had a cold disease, but it was negligible.
While the other was blind and frail, unable to protect not only his position as Crown Prince but even his life itself.
He waited and waited, hoping that she, with her cleverness, would eventually see the good in him and willingly fall into his embrace.
But what he waited for instead was the news of them spending a night together, in intimate closeness.
Leng Yu Yan rebuked, "Ji Qingyu, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Ji Qingyu's lips curled into a cold sneer, "I'm not talking nonsense. If Ye Yiheng's way worked, wouldn't you have become completely his woman?"
"Unreasonable!"
