The Sickly Regent Prince Who Was Abandoned as a Substitute Bride

As soon as Dongfang Wan'er stepped into the room, she was captivated by its unique atmosphere. She carefully observed everything in the room, a surge of joy welling up inside her. She loved this classic and elegant style; every detail revealed the owner's pursuit of a high quality of life.

"I'll stay in this room..." Dongfang Wan'er said softly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She imagined herself lying on a comfortable bed, looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, feeling this tranquility and beauty. This place would become her haven, a place where she could find warmth and comfort when she was tired.

Seeing the obvious delight in Dongfang Wan'er's eyes, Ye Jiuchen knew that Wan'er really liked this room.

"What is this?" Dongfang Wan'er asked, noticing a large box on the table.

"This is all my possessions, including land deeds, house deeds, and property, all in this box. I entrust all of these to Wan'er for safekeeping, and I hope Wan'er will not find them objectionable!" Ye Jiuchen said with a smile.

"Ah..." Dongfang Wan'er quickly put the box down. "Ye Jiuchen, this won't do. You take it back. I can't take it!"

Ye Jiuchen's face darkened. "Wan'er still can't accept me, so she's unwilling to accept my possessions?"

Ye Jiuchen turned around, his back view looking very lonely.

"My dear child, since you've agreed to the Ninth Prince's marriage proposal, his things are yours. Accept them!" Lu Wanning looked at Ye Jiuchen's appearance and thought that the dignified Regent Prince was actually so pitiful, so she quickly persuaded her daughter.

Dongfang Wan'er also noticed Ye Jiuchen's dejected expression. Her heart tightened. "Alright, I'll take it. I'll give it back to you if you want it..."

Ye Jiuchen raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips, secretly pleased: It seems my all-nighter wasn't in vain! Looking at these sketchbooks really is helpful... Ye Jiuchen turned around, extended a hand, gently took Dongfang Wan'er's hand, and then slowly placed her hand on his heart, whispering, "Wan'er, you are really good..." His voice was gentle and deep, carrying a hint of ambiguity and teasing.

When Dongfang Wan'er heard Ye Jiuchen say this, she couldn't help but feel a little confused, but at the same time, she felt a warm current surge into her heart.

However, when she saw Ye Jiuchen's mischievous grin, she immediately realized that he was doing it on purpose! So she glared at Ye Jiuchen, humming in dissatisfaction.

Seeing Dongfang Wan'er's reaction, Ye Jiuchen smiled brightly. He knew he had successfully teased her, and felt extremely pleased.

He leaned closer to Dongfang Wan'er and said softly again, "Wan'er, I have some matters to attend to tonight, so I won't disturb you and your mother's rest any longer. I'll come to see you again early tomorrow morning..." After saying that, Ye Jiuchen gently patted Dongfang Wan'er's hand, then stood up to leave.

Just then, Ye Jiuchen suddenly felt unwell, a sharp pain shooting through his chest. He frowned, clutching his heart, a fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead. He realized he might be suffering from the poison... and inwardly groaned in despair.

Ye Jiuchen endured the pain and tried to leave the room, but as soon as he stood up, everything went black and he almost fell to the ground.

"Wait!" Dongfang Wan'er noticed that something was wrong with Ye Jiuchen and quickly stepped forward to support him.

"It's nothing, I'm just feeling a little unwell, I'll be fine after a rest." Ye Jiuchen didn't want Dongfang Wan'er to worry, so he pretended to be calm and said.

However, how could Dongfang Wan'er believe his words? She reached out and placed her hand on Ye Jiuchen's pulse, her expression instantly turning serious.

"Mother, quickly go and get my silver needles!" Dongfang Wan'er turned and called to Lu Wanning.

Seeing Dongfang Wan'er's anxious expression, Ye Jiuchen felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He took Dongfang Wan'er's hand and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Before Ye Jiuchen could finish speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Master." Seeing this, An Ye quickly came over to support Ye Jiuchen.

"Don't speak, An Ye, help him sit down..." Dongfang Wan'er took the silver needles handed over by Lu Wanning and began to administer acupuncture to Ye Jiuchen.

As time passed, Ye Jiuchen's complexion gradually returned to normal, and his breathing became steady. Dongfang Wan'er breathed a sigh of relief and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Take off your clothes!..." This time, Dongfang Wan'er decided to bandage Ye Jiuchen's entire body...

"Wan'er, this..." Ye Jiuchen looked at Dongfang Wan'er awkwardly, unsure how to respond to her request. He knew his physical condition was terrible, but having a girl help him undress still made him feel somewhat embarrassed.

"Hurry up..." Dongfang Wan'er didn't care what Ye Jiuchen was thinking; she just wanted to heal his injuries as quickly as possible. Seeing that Ye Jiuchen was still dawdling, she didn't say a word and directly reached out and pulled off Ye Jiuchen's shirt.

Ye Jiuchen was startled by her sudden action and quickly grabbed his clothes, trying to stop Dongfang Wan'er.

"You've taken your pants off too..." Dongfang Wan'er continued, her voice carrying an undeniable firmness.

Upon hearing this, Ye Jiuchen's eyes widened immediately, and he shook his head resolutely: "No..." How could he let Dongfang Wan'er see his lower body? It would be an utter disgrace for a man.

"Ahem, Wan'er, you give the Ninth Prince acupuncture first. Mother will go out first and choose a room she likes to rest in..." Lu Wanning couldn't bear to watch any longer. A blush crept onto her face as she felt extremely embarrassed. She thought to herself: How could Wan'er be so inconsiderate? There's a difference between men and women; how could she treat Ye Jiuchen like this?

"An Ye, come and take your clothes off together..." Seeing that Ye Jiuchen was not cooperating, Dongfang Wan'er turned to An Ye beside her and gestured for him to come and help.

Upon hearing this, An Ye was stunned. A look of embarrassment crossed his face, and he hesitated before saying, "Miss Dongfang, you two aren't married yet, isn't this inappropriate..."

"What are you thinking? How can you insert needles without taking off your clothes and pants? Don't you even care about your master anymore..." Dongfang Wan'er laughed in exasperation. What kind of thought process is this... ah...

"Oh. Alright, Master, please forgive me!" An Ye said, walking over to Ye Jiuchen's side and reaching out to undo his belt, preparing to pull down his trousers. Dongfang Wan'er also stepped forward to help An Ye.

Ye Jiuchen felt somewhat helpless as Dongfang Wan'er held his hands down, but he knew it was for his medical treatment, so he didn't resist. He was actually capable of breaking free, but he was worried about hurting Dongfang Wan'er, so he had no choice but to let her do as she pleased.

An Ye and Dongfang Wan'er quickly took off Ye Jiuchen's shirt and trousers.

However, An Ye seemed unsatisfied and continued to reach out to remove Ye Jiuchen's trousers.

Seeing this, Dongfang Wan'er quickly spoke up to stop them: "Stop, stop, stop! That's enough, don't take it all off!..."