The Sickly Regent Prince Who Was Abandoned as a Substitute Bride

Ye Jiuchen's gaze remained fixed on Dongfang Wan'er, and then he walked straight towards her without hesitation.

He completely ignored Dongfang Mingzhu beside him, as if the whole world consisted only of him and Dongfang Wan'er.

Ye Jiuchen walked up to Dongfang Wan'er, "Wan'er, are you willing to marry me...?"

"What?! The Ninth Prince is actually proposing to the legitimate daughter of the Marquis's family, Dongfang Wan'er..."

"But isn't Dongfang Wan'er the Crown Prince's principal wife?"

"Yes, didn't the Ninth Prince say the wrong name...?"

The people around were all talking about it, and some even looked at the Oriental Pearl Tower with mocking expressions.

Oriental Pearl's face turned extremely ugly. She clenched her fists tightly, and a hint of resentment flashed in her eyes.

【Dongfang Wan'er, you weren't ruined by that person last time, but this time you'll pay!】

Just then, Dongfang Wan'er made a decision that surprised everyone, "Ninth Prince, I'm sorry, I can't accept you..."

"What?! Dongfang Wan'er rejected the Ninth Prince!"

"Have you all forgotten something? Dongfang Wan'er is the First Prince's principal wife..."

"You really want to marry Ye Jingchu that badly..." Ye Jiuchen looked at Dongfang Wan'er, a hint of hurt flashing in his eyes...

Dongfang Wan'er saw it, and her heart ached sharply, though she didn't know why. But she forced herself to speak, "It's not the Ninth Prince. You've forgotten, I'm engaged..."

"Wan'er, so that's why you rejected me!"

Ye Jiuchen looked at Dongfang Wan'er with joy, his voice trembling with excitement: "But your engagement with the Crown Prince has been dissolved!" After saying that, his wounded heart was revived and filled with hope and expectation.

Dongfang Wan'er looked at Ye Jiuchen with a puzzled expression...

At this moment, An Ye stepped forward, holding a piece of paper in his hand. This paper was the imperial edict of annulment, personally written by the emperor, which An Ye had snatched from Ye Jingchu's hand after kicking him away earlier.

Ye Jiuchen took the imperial edict and handed it to Dongfang Wan'er, his eyes shining with sincerity.

"Wan'er, be my principal wife." Ye Jiuchen's voice was deep and firm, with a hint of pleading. His eyes revealed endless tenderness, as if she were the only person in the entire world.

Dongfang Wan'er remained silent, and all eyes were on her, waiting quietly for her response. Time ticked by, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.

Dongfang Mingzhu's face turned ashen with anger, and she even temporarily forgot about the itching all over her body. She clenched her teeth tightly, cursing Dongfang Wan'er in her heart, hoping that she would reject Ye Jiuchen.

After a long while, Dongfang Wan'er finally slowly raised her head and nodded slightly, indicating that she agreed to Ye Jiuchen's request.

Although Ye Jiuchen maintained a calm expression, his heart was in turmoil. He tensed his body, afraid that he would rush forward and embrace Dongfang Wan'er. However, as a prince, he had to remain calm and dignified at all times and could not easily reveal his emotions.

An Ye silently observed all of this, inwardly sighing, "Master, you can hardly suppress the smirk on your face..."

"Hahahaha, Wan'er has agreed! Then bring all these betrothal gifts inside!" Wang Yu didn't care who the Regent married; he just wanted the betrothal gifts…

Dongfang Zheng, however, remained expressionless, lost in thought, his face gloomy as if someone owed him money.

"Wait!" Dark Night called out again to stop them.

What's wrong with everyone now?

"These things were given by the Prince to Miss Dongfang, no, to Miss Wan'er. You can take them back. As for the betrothal gifts, bring them in..." An Ye instructed the people behind him to bring in the betrothal gifts.

The guards carried in a box, opened it, and found it contained very ordinary items, nothing of value. Even the silver was only a thousand taels, and it was in loose silver.

Dongfang Zheng was angry, but he didn't dare to show it and just stood aside without saying a word.

"Lord Dongfang, I have another matter to discuss today. I wonder if you have raised the thirty thousand taels yet? You still owe your wife's dowry. I gave you a little extra time. If it weren't for Wan'er's sake, I would have sent someone to collect it long ago." Ye Jiuchen said calmly, wondering if this would make Wan'er any happier.

"What? A dignified marquis is using his wife's dowry to supplement the family income? That's outrageous!" a man exclaimed in surprise.

“That’s right! As far as I know, the Marquis’s mansion relies entirely on the Zhenguo Duke’s mansion for all its food, clothing and daily necessities, but guess what? All of those things ended up in the hands of the Marquis’s concubine, and Dongfang Wan’er, the legitimate daughter, didn’t get a single benefit…” another man chimed in.

"My God, is this for real? It's unbelievable..." a woman exclaimed, covering her mouth in surprise.

“Yes, there were rumors that the eldest daughter of the Marquis’s family was arrogant and domineering, but now it seems that it was all nonsense…” Another woman shook her head, indicating that she did not believe it.

"Oh dear, you can't believe rumors..."

The person who spoke was one that Dongfang Wan'er had arranged, and he slipped away as soon as he finished speaking.

Upon hearing these words, Dongfang Zheng flew into a rage: "You scoundrel, stop spouting nonsense..." He angrily looked around, trying to find the person who had spoken out of turn, but he couldn't find that person at all.

"Lord Dongfang..." Ye Jiuchen coughed lightly.

"Ninth Prince, I have already raised the money, Steward..." Dongfang Zheng looked pained; he had never felt such pain in his entire life.

Upon hearing what the Marquis said, Steward Zhou rushed over, carrying a heavy box in his arms…

Dongfang Zheng took the box and opened it. "Ninth Prince, look..."

The box contained various gold and silver jewelry, as well as silver notes, totaling thirty thousand taels…

“Hmm…” Ye Jiuchen glanced at it…

An Ye took the box directly and handed it to Lu Wan Ning...

"Thank you, Ninth Prince..." Lu Wanning said, then handed the box to Dongfang Wan'er...

Dongfang Wan'er immediately let Qiu Qin hold her...

Dongfang felt a tightness in his chest as he watched the silver he had painstakingly collected being passed around among them…

"Wan'er, I have a house somewhere, and I'm giving it to you as well. The deed is in the box. Look for it; it's spacious enough to hold all these betrothal gifts!" Ye Jiuchen felt that the Marquis's mansion seemed a bit small, unable to hold all his belongings…

"Yes, thank you, Ninth Prince. Then let's move everything over there..." Dongfang Wan'er didn't refuse...

Ye Jiuchen nodded slightly, then turned to the guards behind him, signaling them to move the betrothal gifts to the western courtyard.

Dongfang Wan'er watched all this with a smile.

After the guards carried away the betrothal gifts, Ye Jiuchen looked at Dongfang Wan'er again and said softly, "Wan'er, on our wedding day, I will definitely marry you in a grand and glorious manner."

Dongfang Wan'er felt helpless, but since she had already promised Ye Jiuchen, she nodded...