The Sickly Regent Prince Who Was Abandoned as a Substitute Bride

“Master!” An Ye knelt on one knee, his tone filled with surprise and nervousness. “A woman has barged in. She says she can cure your illness!” His voice trembled slightly, as if he was hesitant about what he was about to say.

"Hmm?" Ye Jiuchen slowly opened his eyes, which were as black as the deep night sky. His gaze was cold and sharp, as if it could see through everything. His brows furrowed slightly, revealing an invisible pressure.

An Ye lowered his head, not daring to look Ye Jiuchen in the eye. He took a deep breath and continued, "She actually knew that you, Master, were poisoned. I suspect there might be a traitor in the manor!"

Ye Jiuchen's lips curled into a cold smile: "Heh, woman, quite interesting. Pry open her mouth and see who sent her, but remember to leave her alive."

"Yes!" An Ye accepted the order and quickly got up and left the room. He understood what Ye Jiuchen's order meant; if he couldn't get any useful information from this woman, her fate would be extremely tragic.

Ye Jiuchen's gaze remained fixed on the moonlight outside the window, lingering for a long time. The moonlight shone on his cold, handsome face, reflecting the complex emotions deep within his heart. After a long while, he finally closed his eyes gently.

In the dead of night, the moonlight was as dark as ink, and all was silent. The darkness, like a ghost, quietly approached the door of the cell where Dongfang Wan'er was imprisoned.

Pushing open the door, a damp, rotten smell rushed out. An Ye frowned, but his gaze was quickly drawn to the figure huddled in the corner. There sat Dongfang Wan'er, her face stubborn, her eyes revealing defiance and determination.

"Speak, who sent you?" Dark Night's voice was cold and carried a hint of authority, as if it could penetrate one's soul.

Dongfang Wan'er raised her head slightly, her gaze meeting An Ye's for a moment, before quickly lowering her head again, remaining silent.

Seeing this, a cold smile crept onto An Ye's lips. He slowly drew a whip from his waist, the whip gleaming with a cold light, like a venomous snake dancing. He swung it in the air, the whip cutting through the air with a crisp sound that echoed in the silent cell.

"If you don't want to suffer, then confess honestly." Dark Night's tone was full of threat.

However, Dongfang Wan'er remained silent as if she hadn't heard.

An unnamed rage surged within him. He strode forward, grabbed Dongfang Wan'er's hair, and forcefully lifted her face.

"Don't be so stubborn!" Dark Night said through gritted teeth.

At that moment, a turmoil was brewing in Dongfang Wan'er's heart. She knew that her current situation was extremely dangerous, and if she didn't tell the truth, she would probably not be able to escape this calamity.

Should I tell Dark Night that I am Dongfang Wan'er? What if it's useless? After all, I don't know Ye Jiuchen, and I don't even know why Ye Jiuchen sought revenge for me in my previous life!

In that brief moment, countless thoughts flashed through Dongfang Wan'er's mind. What should she choose? Should she continue to guard the secret, or take the risk?

Without any mercy, An Ye swung his whip and lashed it hard across Dongfang Wan'er's body.

"Ah...it's for real!" Dongfang Wan'er's already injured arm had just been slashed, and she had tightly wrapped her clothes around the wound to barely stop the bleeding. However, with this whip strike, her other arm was immediately torn open, bleeding profusely, a gruesome sight!

"I really wasn't sent by anyone. I came to treat the prince's illness!" Dongfang Wan'er cried out in anguish.

An Ye showed no sign of stopping. He picked up a handkerchief and quickly stuffed it into Dongfang Wan'er's mouth, then mercilessly lashed her body with the whip.

Each lash tormented Dongfang Wan'er like torture, and she was in so much pain that she almost cried, but the violence of the dark night suppressed her tears.

Time ticked by, and Dongfang Wan'er felt she was about to faint from the pain. Finally, An Ye stopped whipping her.

"This is your last chance. Tell me, who sent you!" Dark Night's voice was cold and resolute, as if giving Dongfang Wan'er no room to breathe.

"Mmm, mmm..." Dongfang Wan'er kept making soft and indistinct sounds. Her lips were tightly sealed, and only a faint sound could be transmitted through the strip of cloth.

Dark Night stood to the side, his cold gaze fixed on the scene before him. He frowned slightly, then gave the order to the man beside him: "Go, remove the gag from her mouth!"

Those around her quickly sprang into action, carefully untying the gag binding Dongfang Wan'er's mouth. With the gag removed, Dongfang Wan'er was finally able to speak again, but her voice was unusually weak:

"I am..." Dongfang Wan'er uttered these two words with difficulty, as if each syllable required a great deal of effort. However, due to her extreme weakness, her words were quickly interrupted.

An Ye couldn't help but take a step forward, wanting to hear more clearly what Dongfang Wan'er was about to say. He leaned closer, staring at her lips, trying to glean more information.

Just then, An Ye's pupils suddenly dilated, and a look of shock appeared on his face. Clearly, he had heard something unexpected. But Dongfang Wan'er seemed to have exhausted her last bit of strength; as soon as she finished speaking, she fainted without warning.

An Ye's face instantly turned anxious. He immediately shouted, "Quick, carry her out! Go and fetch the renowned Doctor Dan right now!" Upon hearing this, the others sprang into action, quickly lifting Dongfang Wan'er and taking her to a safe place, while also sending someone to urgently fetch the famous Doctor Dan.

An Ye's anxiety grew as he realized the truth of what Dongfang Wan'er had just said. Moreover, he was now certain that she was indeed Dongfang Wan'er.

What exactly happened? Why did Dongfang Wan'er infiltrate the Regent's Palace? Why does she look nothing like Dongfang Wan'er anymore? Otherwise, he would have recognized her at a glance.

An Ye stood rooted to the spot, deep in thought. He knew how important Dongfang Wan'er was to his master; if Dongfang Wan'er were to die like this, then his master… An Ye dared not think further…

An Ye hurriedly returned to Ye Jiu Chen's room and knelt down... "Master!"

"She confessed so quickly, who sent her?" Ye Jiuchen said in a low voice, casually toying with the ring in his hand!

"Please punish her, Master. She is Dongfang Wan'er... She was injured by me and is still alive..." An Ye answered with his head down, already prepared for his master's anger.

Ye Jiuchen, who had been nonchalant, suddenly stood up from the chaise lounge, looking very anxious. "Where is she!"