On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 303: Touching the Sole of Her Foot

Chapter 303: Chapter 303: Touching the Sole of Her Foot

"This person is so clever, nearly demonic. If she were to lie, she would certainly be exposed," so she admitted honestly: "I have never thought about this issue."

I didn’t know if it was her illusion, but she seemed to see coldness in his eyes, so she quickly lowered her eyelids.

"Commandery Princess, think about it when you can, and tell me once you have decided," said His Highness.

Ye Yiheng abruptly let her go and sat aside, flipping through his scrolls.

The inside of the carriage grew silent, with only the occasional rustling sound of him turning the pages.

I did not know whether it was because of the chill emanating from someone or the fact that his carriage was large and cold, but Leng Yu Yan felt cold sitting on his bed.

It was clearly quite warm in her own carriage with only a wool blanket, yet it wasn’t enough here.

She curled her legs and hugged herself, resting her chin on her knees, her mind a blank.

Suddenly, he spoke: "The quilt is in the cupboard behind your feet."

Leng Yu Yan was stunned; how did he know she was cold?

Then she heard him say again: "When you think about it, you might as well warm up the bed."

The light from the Luminous Pearl was cold and white, while the lamp’s light was warm and yellow, a contradiction of warm and cold, just like someone at the moment...

Was he suggesting she warm the bed, or did he think she was cold and wanted her to cover up with the quilt?

She knew if she didn’t answer, he had no intention of letting her go. Rather than freeze, she might as well cover up with the quilt.

Thinking this, Leng Yu Yan didn’t hesitate; she crawled over the bed directly, opened the cupboard, and took out the quilt.

Out of the corner of his eye, Ye Yiheng saw her in just her underwear, kneeling and crawling over to the cupboard, straightening up her slender waist, and pulling out the brocade quilt.

The cupboard with the bedding was connected to the bed; her kneeling and crawling were not wrong, but he was wrong for thinking what he should not have.

Viewed from behind, her form...

He felt a sudden itch in his throat, coughed slightly, his slender fingers tightening on the scroll, but he couldn’t focus on the characters on it at all.

He had to send her back quickly!

If things continued this way, for the whole night, he wasn’t sure what he might do.

But, it was he who had abducted her, and he who had asked the questions.

Ye Yiheng had a headache; it felt as if he had set a difficult question for himself.

"Has the Commandery Princess come up with an answer?" he asked.

Leng Yu Yan just spread out the brocade quilt when she heard him ask again; she looked toward him blankly and honestly said: "Your Highness, I am afraid I cannot answer your question!"

"Why?"

"It’s like when adults ask children during their childhood, who they prefer more between their mother and father. Aside from those unworthy of being parents, I think most children would find this question difficult to answer."

Hearing her use a family analogy to explain the difficulty of the question softened Ye Yiheng’s stern face somewhat.

Yet, she said again: "Family members cannot be ranked in the heart; how could Your Highness be ranked?"

Suddenly, Ye Yiheng’s expression turned cold again.

Leng Yu Yan blinked; the chill emanating from him seemed to intensify. Had she said something wrong?

With a sudden insight, she boldly asked: "May I ask Your Highness, where do I rank in your heart?"

Since the question was genuinely difficult, she might as well throw it back.

Ye Yiheng put down his scroll: "If I were to say that only you exist in my heart, would you believe it?"

Leng Yu Yan was stunned, hesitated for a moment, and shook her head blankly.

"The only thing currently in my heart regarding my parents is our trading partnership," he continued.

"Oh..."

"Are you satisfied with that, Commandery Princess?" he asked.

Leng Yu Yan pressed her lips together and remained silent.

He asked again, "Has the Commandery Princess thought of how to answer?"

Leng Yu Yan pondered for a moment and said: "Unlike Your Highness, my family comes first in my heart, and then... then comes Your Highness, especially since there is a trading partnership."

Ye Yiheng gently persisted, "Do you not wish for me to protect your family? In that case, you should prioritize me."

Leng Yu Yan: "..."

What kind of logic is that?

Do they think I’m a three-year-old child to be deceived?

Ye Yiheng coldly said, "If the Commandery Princess does not agree, then we shall warm the bed."

"Warm the bed then," Leng Yu Yan covered herself with the brocade quilt.

This woman really didn’t agree, and Ye Yiheng felt a sudden surge of frustration, making his voice even colder, "Does the Commandery Princess not know what ’warming the bed’ means?"

Leng Yu Yan tucked the quilt corner, muttering, "Isn’t it just about making the bedding warm?"

What else could it be?

"Heh, the Commandery Princess is naive."

Leng Yu Yan furrowed her eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

"To warm the bed, one must use the delicate skin of a woman."

Ye Yiheng frowned as he looked at her. Did this girl really not understand?

If she didn’t understand, why then had she initially used ’warming the bed’ as a bargaining chip for negotiating cooperation?

Leng Yu Yan suddenly remembered overhearing a conversation in a teahouse, she was shocked at the time but hadn’t expected it to be true.

In the Capital City, wealthy and influential families often had sleeping maids. They needed to undress and use their skin to physically warm the bed, inch by inch.

There were even maids to warm feet, the thought of which made people blush even more.

Leng Yu Yan was both angry and annoyed. When she talked about the transaction and mentioned warming the bed, she meant it literally. Besides, once married, sharing the same bed would naturally warm it, right?

At this moment, it seemed she couldn’t blame him; after all, she was the one who brought up the bargaining chip. Leng Yu Yan closed her eyes, her face suddenly turning red.

She wasn’t a sleeping maid, and she would not do such a thing.

Besides, they were not yet married; he couldn’t make this request.

She angrily threw off the quilt, "I won’t warm it anymore. Your Highness, you are being unreasonable tonight. If you want to punish, then punish, but anyway..."

Seeing her angry, and so animated—which was rare to witness—Ye Yiheng’s stern expression wavered slightly, "But anyway, what?"

Not only was Leng Yu Yan angry at her own previously mentioned bargaining chip, but she was also furious at this man before her who had abducted her into his horse carriage in the middle of the night. In her annoyance, she blurted out her inner thoughts, "Anyway, Your Highness, you are a madman!"

Who could reason with a madman?

Ye Yiheng, far from angry, laughed, amused, emboldened.

Seeing him laugh, Leng Yu Yan instantly felt uneasy and wanted to leave the carriage, but her feet were bare.

Seeing him still watching her leisurely, in case his madness struck and he punished her...

Leng Yu Yan panicked, wrapped herself in the blanket, and directly stepped barefoot onto the carriage floor, planning to return to her own carriage.

Seeing this, Ye Yiheng’s face turned colder, and with a long stride, he picked her up.

"What are you doing?"

If she said she wasn’t panicking, it would be a lie!

Without a word, the man put her back on the bed, reached for a cotton towel on the rack, soaked it in warm water, and gently wiped her feet.

The soles of her feet were filled with acupressure points, which tickled unbearably with his touch, causing her toes to curl up.

"Your Highness, I can do it myself."

She tried to pull her foot away but he grasped it even tighter.

Ye Yiheng did not look at her, his hands never stopping, his deep magnetic voice sounded, "I will send you back."

Her delicate feet were small and graceful, her toes smooth, her skin white and luminous like jade—as though sculpted from the finest mutton fat jade.

No one had ever touched the soles of her feet in such a way. For Leng Yu Yan, it was as if a thunderclap resounded in her mind, to have the prestigious Crown Prince serving her like this.

It had started with her fingers, and now her feet; a tingling sensation arose in her back, rapidly spreading through her limbs and even making her scalp tingle.

Her entire body trembled uncontrollably.

Ye Yiheng paused, her hands, her feet, she couldn’t handle them.

He was restraining himself...