On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 349: A Foot Soak

Chapter 349: Chapter 349: A Foot Soak

Leng Yu Yan’s smile froze on her face.

Ye Yiheng smiled in his turn, "I think it’s quite fitting, don’t you?"

Leng Yu Yan stuffed a piece of braised pork into his mouth, "Just eat your food!"

Then, she casually picked some vegetables to eat, feigning ease.

Ye Yiheng watched her attentively, a hidden smile in his eyes.

He slowly swallowed the meat in his mouth, and spoke unhurriedly, "You used your own chopsticks to feed me meat, and then with the same chopsticks, you picked up some vegetables."

Leng Yu Yan, who just had her chopsticks in her mouth, quickly pulled them out, her face blushing, "I’m full."

Ye Yiheng gave a wicked smile, "What a coincidence, I’m full too."

His voice was deep and husky, tinged with laughter, making her ears turn red.

Seeing her embarrassment, the corners of Ye Yiheng’s lips involuntarily curled up.

Walking ahead, Leng Yu Yan curved her index finger to her lips, contemplating whether that act could be considered an indirect kiss?

It probably was...

She sighed, letting him ridicule her for no reason.

Ye Yiheng followed leisurely behind her, gazing contemplatively at her slender back.

Not long after, the two returned to their room from the dining hall.

Just upon entering the room, she whirled around, nearly bumping into his chest, and hastily stepped back two paces.

"Don’t misunderstand, it wasn’t intentional just now."

Ye Yiheng closed the room door, slightly lowering his head to meet her eyes, "So it was intentional?"

"No, no, I was just trying to shut you up."

"You could find a different way to do it next time."

"What?" she asked blankly, "What way?"

Ye Yiheng’s gaze lightly swept over her delicate lips, then he reached out and tapped her forehead lightly with two fingers, "You’re smart, figure it out yourself."

Leng Yu Yan touched her forehead, puzzled as to what else she could use to shut his mouth.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door.

Ye Yiheng opened the door to find Lao Liu standing outside, carrying a hot water kettle.

"The day’s quite chilly, and each room gets only one kettle of hot water, so wash up and go to bed early, it won’t be good if the water cools."

"Okay, thank you!"

Leng Yu Yan took the hot water kettle, poured the hot water into the water jug on the table, and the remaining water into the basin, then gave back the kettle.

Lao Liu, grasping the hot water kettle, only then noticed that the young girl who had wiped her face clean was so beautiful, and so he nodded with a smile, "I’ll take my leave."

Ye Yiheng closed the door and secured the latch.

Turning around, he saw her staring blankly into the basin of water and asked, "What’s wrong?"

"With just one basin of hot water, tonight we can only use it to wash feet."

Leng Yu Yan was in a quandary; cold water could be used for washing the face and rinsing the mouth. Yet, there wasn’t enough hot water for both to wash their feet. Whom should she offer it to?

Ye Yiheng placed the basin between two beds, sat down on the edge of his, and lifted his chin as a sign for her to sit as well.

Leng Yu Yan glanced at the narrow bed behind her and slowly seated herself, "You wash."

He had a cold disease; perhaps soaking his feet would help him sleep more comfortably at night.

"We’ll wash together."

Ye Yiheng’s thin lips slightly parted and he uttered three words.

Lifting his eyes and seeing her staring at him in astonishment, he chuckled softly, "What’s wrong? It’s just washing feet; are you afraid I’ll eat you?"

Leng Yu Yan’s eyebrows knitted slightly; back at the Eastern Palace, she had shared a pool with him several times already, so what was so different about sharing a footbath?

It’s just a footbath, right?

Having shared a whole bath, there should be no issue with sharing just a footbath, right?

"There’s nothing to be afraid of!"

Leng Yu Yan convinced herself and started to take off her shoes and socks.

Seeing this, Ye Yiheng’s lips slightly curled up. He also removed his shoes and socks.

His movements were swift, and his long feet were the first to slide into the water.

Leng Yu Yan was slower, and as soon as her feet touched the water, she instantly retracted them, "It’s so hot, can’t you feel it?"

Ye Yiheng seemed unconcerned as he replied, "I have cold disease."

Leng Yu Yan leaned on the edge of the bed, lifting her feet, "I’ll wash them later."

Seeing her soles were red from the heat, his eyes deepened, "Place your feet on top of mine."

"Is that okay?" The heat was stinging her soles.

"Yes, the tops of my feet are still cool."

At his words, she carefully placed one foot on top of his, and indeed, his foot was cold. She then placed the other one.

With their feet stacked two by two, his chilled feet cooled the surrounding hot water, bringing comfortable relief to Leng Yu Yan’s entire body, and she couldn’t help but stretch lazily.

The water surface wavered, as if there was a kind of bond linking their feet.

It was a tantalizing itch, tickling seductively.

Ye Yiheng watched the two feet in the basin quietly. His were much larger than hers, and hers much more delicate.

Such small, tender feet, enticingly pink within their fairness—would they be as delightful to nibble on as her neck?

Unconsciously, Ye Yiheng gently pursed his lips, then lazily raised his eyes, "Will you take my pulse and start helping me with the antidote tonight, if possible?"

Feeling much better after soaking her feet, the dizziness Leng Yu Yan was experiencing had considerably subsided, so she nodded, "Sure, I’ll help you before sleeping."

At her words, a hint of a smile graced his lips.

The deep meaning behind that smile was understood only by him.

For every point of poison he removed, he would devour a piece of her until he had consumed her completely, making it impossible for her to leave him!

Ye Zhenxian left the palace feeling gleeful upon hearing rumors that Ye Yiheng might be dead.

He had the imperial kitchen prepare a feast of delicacies and drank liberally. Now staggering towards the horse carriage at the palace gate.

Once in the carriage, he drunkenly looped his arm around someone’s neck, "Let me tell you, Ye Yiheng died too easily."

"And that bitch Leng Yu Yan, she didn’t suffer despite being dosed with Extreme Joy Powder. I heard today that she and Ye Yiheng fell off a cliff together, tsk, what a pity!"

"If I had had my way with her before, she wouldn’t have died a virgin."

While speaking, Ye Zhenxian felt a twinge of pain at his wound and irritably adjusted his trousers over his robe, grumbling, "Some son of a bitch caused me to lose my manhood. If I ever find out who it was, I won’t rest until he’s dead!"

Leng Song, whom Ye Zhenxian was embracing, had a stern face throughout. Now, he realized how justified his master’s orders had been!

Leng Song’s hand moved like a blade, sharply striking Ye Zhenxian’s nape.

Already drunk, Ye Zhenxian immediately collapsed onto the floor of the horse carriage.

Leng Song whistled, and the horse carriage promptly set off, heading for a brothel in the capital’s western district.

The carriage moved fast.

The night was calm and snowy, with almost no one on the streets.

The horse carriage drove unhindered and stopped in front of the brothel.

Compared to other quiet places, the brothel was bustling with people coming and going.

The brothel, which welcomed male solicitors, attracted not only men but also quite a few bold women.

This was the filthiest place in the capital!

Leng Song whistled again, and several men hidden in the darkness quickly appeared, lifting Ye Zhenxian from the carriage and then leaping up to a private room on the second floor of the brothel with him.

After throwing him inside, the men reported back to Leng Song.

One of them bowed, "Boss, tonight a few strong men will take care of him, rest assured!"

Leng Song nodded, his voice lowered, "You few stay here and don’t get discovered, and remember to report his circumstances tomorrow in detail to the master!"