The Sickly Regent Prince Who Was Abandoned as a Substitute Bride

At the same time, Dongfang Wan'er was also filled with unease, muttering to herself, "What exactly is Ye Jiuchen here for? Is he here specifically to see me make a fool of myself? Or is he here to settle old scores, feeling that beating me up before wasn't enough to vent his anger?"

Finally, Regent Ye Jiuchen sat firmly in the main seat and then said, "Rise, all of you."

"Yes, thank you, Your Highness..."

"Thank you, Ninth Imperial Uncle..."

[Everyone says that Regent Ye Jiuchen is incredibly cruel and kills without hesitation. Seeing him today, it's exactly as the rumors say. His face is as if carved by a knife, resolute and cold, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. Below his high nose bridge, his lips are slightly upturned, revealing a hint of barely perceptible mockery. Even such a handsome face cannot hide the cold aura emanating from him. Even Brother Jingchu pales in comparison to the Regent.] Dongfang Mingzhu muttered to herself.

"What brings my nephew to the Marquis of Dongfang's house? Could it be that he is colluding with court officials..." Ye Jiuchen launched a direct attack, his tone icy and his gaze fixed intently on the Marquis of Dongfang's family.

"Your Majesty, I had no such intention!" Marquis Dongfang hurriedly stepped forward, knelt down, and cold sweat poured down his forehead. "Your Highness, please understand that I have always been loyal to the court and have never had any disloyal intentions!"

"Ninth Imperial Uncle, I really didn't mean anything by it! I just wanted to visit Sister Wan'er today." Dongfang Zheng knelt upright on the cold, hard ground, his head pressed tightly against the ground, not daring to lift it at all, and his tone revealed obvious fear.

However, Ye Jiuchen completely disregarded Dongfang Zheng's explanations, not even bothering to glance at them.

His gaze swept past Dongfang Zheng and landed on Ye Jingchu beside him, questioning her mercilessly: "Oh? Is that so? But I recently received a confidential intelligence report that clearly states you are colluding with certain court officials in secret, plotting treacherous acts. If your esteemed father, the Emperor, were to find out what you have done, what do you think the consequences would be?" His eyes were like two sharp sword beams, filled with a suffocating sense of pressure, seemingly capable of easily piercing through the deepest secrets of the other's heart.

Ye Jiuchen's lips curled up slightly as he gazed at Ye Jingchu with a half-smile, thinking to himself, "I didn't expect this kid to be so bold as to dare to make a move on Wan'er and even dare to ask the Emperor to grant him a marriage contract. Perhaps he's just having too much free time and being too bored."

At this moment, An Ye stood quietly in the corner, panting heavily. He had just run all the way here and was so exhausted that he was almost out of breath. Fortunately, he had alerted her in time, otherwise, wouldn't Miss Wan'er have fallen into the clutches of the First Prince? Thinking of this, An Ye couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

"This must be a deliberate fabrication and malicious slander by someone with ulterior motives! Ninth Imperial Uncle, please investigate thoroughly. I am willing to bet my life to assure you that such a thing has never happened!" Upon hearing Ye Jiuchen's words, Ye Jingchu was immediately anxious and hurriedly explained.

“How can I believe empty words?” Ye Jiuchen’s sharp eyes swept over the crowd.

"Lord Dongfang, don't you agree?"

Dongfang was kneeling on the ground, sweat pouring down his face!

"Your Highness, I had no such intention," Marquis Dongfang hurriedly said.

Ye Jiuchen narrowed his eyes slightly. "Since that's the case, then let me investigate thoroughly before making any decisions. However..." He changed the subject, "Dongfang Wan'er suits my taste quite well, and I will make my own decision regarding her marriage."

"Yes, Your Highness, I will heed your teachings." Dongfang Zheng replied, bowing his head.

"Nephew respectfully sees off Ninth Imperial Uncle!" Ye Jingchu stared coldly in the direction Ye Jiuchen had left. [What exactly does Ninth Imperial Uncle intend? Could it be that he too is interested in the throne, and therefore wants to marry Wan'er to gain the support of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion! Lu Chengfeng is merely going to gain experience; when the time is right, he will inherit the Duke of Zhenguo's army!]

After Ye Jiuchen left, Dongfang Wan'er's feelings were complicated. [What did Ye Jiuchen mean...?] Dongfang Wan'er remained silent, observing the situation...

“Sister Wan’er, you are very familiar with Ninth Prince…” Ye Jingchu asked.

"Your Highness, I am not very familiar with the Regent, but I have heard of his reputation..." Dongfang Wan'er said truthfully.

Marquis Dongfang sighed, "Wan'er, let's set this matter aside for now. That Regent Prince wields immense power; we cannot contend with him. For now, we can only wait and see." He then looked at the First Prince, "Your Highness, what do you think of this matter?"

Ye Jingchu gritted her teeth inwardly, "Damn it! I didn't expect Ninth Prince to interfere. But don't worry, Wan'er, I will definitely get Father to grant us a marriage."