On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 356: Fingertip Current

Chapter 356: Chapter 356: Fingertip Current

On board the ship.

Since the hull was still being repaired and the ship was stationary in the river, it did not cause Leng Yu Yan the discomfort of sailing. Having slept sweetly all night, she woke up in a good mood and went to the dining hall for breakfast alone.

After breakfast, she noticed that there wasn’t much Laba Porridge left. Thinking that someone might not get any by the time they came to eat, she packed a portion for him.

When she returned to her room, Ye Yiheng was just getting out of bed and dressing.

"Today is the eighth day of December. It’s time for Laba Porridge." Leng Yu Yan placed the porridge on the table, "I packed it for you. It’s still warm, eat it quickly."

Ye Yiheng looked at her in surprise and sat down at the table, "You aren’t feeling unwell?"

Leng Yu Yan hummed lightly, "I slept well yesterday, so I woke up feeling not so bad."

Ye Yiheng pressed his temples; he had not slept well.

The porridge in front of him was her thoughtful gesture. Since it was her intention, how could he let it down?

Even though he had slept poorly and had no appetite, he had to finish the porridge.

Leng Yu Yan took out the unfinished indigo jacket from her bundle and continued sewing.

Ye Yiheng, catching a glimpse from the corner of his eye, slightly curved his lips.

"They asked me what my name was, I only said ’Ah Li’. The name ’Li Yu’ I wish only you would call me."

Hearing this suddenly, Leng Yu Yan pricked her fingertip with the needle.

"Ah."

She let out a low cry.

Ye Yiheng dropped the spoon in his hand and hurried over, seeing a bead of blood form on her fingertip, he unthinkingly took it into his mouth.

"Hmm... you..." Leng Yu Yan’s face heated up in panic, "Don’t do that!"

Seeing him still sucking, Leng Yu Yan’s ears burned red, "I ate in the dining hall, and I even packed the porridge, my fingers are very dirty."

Knowing he had a cleanliness obsession, she said this to try and retrieve her finger.

Unexpectedly, he waved a hand and closed the room door, still not releasing her finger.

Time passed extremely slowly!

During this time, Leng Yu Yan felt as if there was an electric current running through her fingertip, tingling her limbs and body.

She subconsciously held her breath, trying to calm her racing heart, but to no avail.

After a long time, he let go of her finger, his voice low and deep, "Not dirty."

Leng Yu Yan’s heart pounded rapidly, she glanced at her fingertip, the wound was no longer visible. When she looked up, she saw his lips, smeared with the blood from her fingertip...

It blurred out, turning provocatively red.

It added a charming allure to his otherwise pale lips.

As if possessed, she reached out to touch his lips.

Ye Yiheng turned his head to look at her, his gaze deep, "What are you doing?"

"My blood, I’m wiping it off," Leng Yu Yan’s fingers hesitated.

He suddenly grabbed her hand, using it to wipe the blood off his lips, then he shocked her even further...

He took her fingertip into his mouth again.

No wonder she always thought of running away from him; such behavior definitely belonged to a madman!

This time he let go of her quickly, smiling radiantly and clearly very pleased.

Leng Yu Yan couldn’t understand him at all; it was utterly baffling.

Kissing her finger like that, the discomfort from his cold disease within him did not emerge. Ye Yiheng began to wonder, having tasted her finger today, what should he taste tomorrow?

His mood uplifted, he continued drinking the porridge, while Leng Yu Yan kept sewing.

Feeling that the ship was still stationary, she asked, "How many more days will we be on the ship?"

With New Year’s approaching, she wondered if they could return to Beilan City before the festival?

"I’ll go ask when the ship will set off later."

Just as he finished speaking, he placed a hand on his stomach.

Leng Yu Yan noticed the situation and asked, "What’s wrong with you?"

Ye Yiheng replied, "There is something wrong with the porridge."

Leng Yu Yan carefully examined the bowl of porridge. "There’s nothing wrong, I ate it too."

Just as she finished speaking, she felt a sudden pain in her stomach. "Not good, someone has put a laxative in the porridge."

The drug was colorless and tasteless, so she could not detect it.

Moreover, she had eaten little in the dining hall earlier, which was why the effects were only now becoming apparent.

Leng Yu Yan quickly took out a silver needle and pricked both herself and Ye Yiheng.

The energy inside their bodies flowed smoothly, and the pain in their stomachs dissipated. The two exchanged a look and, in complete agreement, headed out of the room.

As they had expected, everyone on the ship who had drunk the Laba Porridge was now lying on the deck moaning in pain.

Jiang Xuan was holding his daughter, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

The toilets on the ship were already crowded with people, and chaos reigned aboard.

Just then, the sharp-nosed, monkey-cheeked old man came out and angrily questioned, "Ship boss, what cruel intentions do you harbor? Are you trying to rob us or kill us?"

Jiang Xuan raised his hand and pointed at the old man. "It must have been you, frustrated by your failed extortion and harboring resentment!"

The old man laughed maniacally. "What evidence do you have? Without evidence, do not randomly slander people!"

As he spoke, he spread his arms wide and declared with arrogance, "I have medical skills. You are suffering from unbearable stomach pains now, and without my elixir, you might as well wait for the pain to kill you."

Many people on the ship scrambled towards the old man.

"I want it, I want it!"

People desperately pushed their way to the old man’s side, fearful of dying from their stomach pains.

Leng Yu Yan turned to Ye Yiheng and said, "Brother, help me get a lamp."

Ye Yiheng replied, "Call me again."

"Brother, hurry!" she urged, pushing him.

Ye Yiheng then went off with a smile to fetch the lamp.

Soon after, the lamp was brought over, and Leng Yu Yan heated the silver needle in the fire. She first pricked Jiang Rou, and then, reheating the needle, she pricked Jiang Xuan.

The father and daughter’s stomach pains quickly subsided.

Seeing that the ship boss was alright, Lao Liu thickened his face and approached her. "Miss, please kindly save me as well!"

Leng Yu Yan nodded, sterilized the silver needle in the fire, and then pricked the acupuncture points on Lao Liu’s body.

Before long, the discomfort in Lao Liu’s body vanished like smoke.

He felt relieved all over and directed the shipmen to line up for treatment by Leng Yu Yan.

Some of the people who had initially crowded around the old man were surprised to see each shipman recover after getting treated. They took a closer look and discovered a young woman administering the acupuncture.

A few people who could not reach the old man turned to Leng Yu Yan instead. One of them cautiously asked, "Miss, how much do you charge for your acupuncture? Can it cure stomach pain?"

"This lady is truly a Divine Doctor; just one needle, and our stomach pain is gone! And she didn’t charge us a penny!"

Lao Liu patted his stomach vigorously, speaking with pride.

The shipmen loudly agreed.

Still in disbelief that no payment was required, another person asked, "Do you really not charge for your needlework, miss?"

Leng Yu Yan smiled. "I’m just using needles; there’s no wear and tear on the silver needle, and once sterilized, it can be reused without needing any medicinal herbs, so I don’t charge."

Hearing this, people swarmed towards Leng Yu Yan like bees to honey. Ye Yiheng quickly shielded her in his arms.

"Form a proper line!"

His tall stature and the undeniable aura of authority he emitted made people feel an irresistible urge to obey.

They automatically lined up promptly.

Seeing that the sharp-nosed, monkey-cheeked old man had suddenly been left standing alone, Jiang Xuan put his daughter down and briskly walked over, seizing the old man by the collar.

"Speak! Shall I throw you overboard to feed the fishes, or shall I send you to the government?"

The old man sneered menacingly, "If that lady can cure with a single needle, I won’t believe it. When the time comes, you’ll still need my elixir!"