The conversation outside the door reached Ye Yiheng's ears in its entirety, yet he had no intention of releasing Leng Yu Yan's hand.
Just then, Li Yuyue kicked the door open and saw the Crown Prince embracing his sister, his anger ablaze.
He rolled up his sleeves, clenched his fists, and it took him a long moment to restrain himself from striking. Grinding his molars, he said fiercely, "Your Highness behaving in such a manner truly tarnishes the dignity of the Crown Prince!"
Ye Yiheng continued to gently pat Leng Yu Yan's back, his pace of speech steady and calm, "Regardless of whether the Father Emperor bestows a marriage or not, Yanyan is my betrothed, there's no doubt about that. What the Princely Heir is suggesting is quite far-fetched."
Li Yuyue humphed, "Even if you are betrothed, this is still improper!"
As he spoke, he stepped forward, intending to snatch Leng Yu Yan from Ye Yiheng's grasp.
