On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 448: Skin Under the Palm

Chapter 448: Chapter 448: Skin Under the Palm

Leng Yu Yan was about to wake Madam Lai when suddenly footsteps were heard from outside, quick-paced, accompanied by the voice of the maid from earlier.

"It’s not that I’m unwilling to stay up late, but the words of the Old Madam are too frightening."

From the sound of the footsteps, quite a few people were approaching. Leng Yu Yan’s figure flashed as she leapt out of the window.

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Back in her own room at the Prince Zhenbei Mansion, Leng Yu Yan took out the flint about to light the lamp when Ye Yiheng’s cold voice suddenly rang out.

"Back already?"

Just now she had frightened Madam Lai into fainting, and now she was nearly scared faint by his sudden appearance.

Her hand trembled, opening the lid of the flint, and she composed herself, blowing gently, and lit the lamp.

The room brightened, and Leng Yu Yan put on the Luminous Glass Lampshade before she turned to him.

"Your Highness, why have you come here?"

The person sitting in the chair was leisurely watching her, his time of arrival in her room unknown.

Ye Yiheng then noticed her night clothes, "Where did you go?"

"Marquis Ningyuan’s Mansion." Leng Yu Yan admitted, then asked, "It is quite late, Your Highness, is there something urgent?"

It was already midnight, his waiting like this must have a reason.

Ye Yiheng rested his hand on the armchair, his slender fingers tapping intermittently. In front of him, the girl was wearing black attire that perfectly outlined her figure, her chest full and her waist slender and graceful.

Feeling a stir in his heart, his gaze grew deeper, he quickly looked away and cast his eyes downward, "My eyes are uncomfortable, I may be going blind again and would like you to apply a few acupuncture needles."

Leng Yu Yan nodded, went to the bathroom to wash her hands, and came back with a silver needle bag.

Opening the silver needle bag and placing it on the table, she reached out and took his pulse, "Your body temperature has dropped, probably due to the intermittent detoxing over the past few days, causing symptoms of the eye illness to recur."

Ye Yiheng then looked up at her, "Does this mean the cold disease might also flare up?"

Leng Yu Yan nodded, "Today I will apply needles around the eye points, and also detox through the fingertips."

"Moving between the Eastern Palace and the Prince Mansion, detoxing daily is ultimately inconvenient." He sighed, quietly observing her expression.

"That’s true, coming and going in the middle of the night is inconvenient." Although Leng Yu Yan said this, she didn’t ponder deeply and simply followed his words.

Seizing the opportunity, Ye Yiheng grasped her wrist, "Could you possibly stay at the Eastern Palace?"

At his words, Leng Yu Yan looked towards him.

The man’s features were extremely refined, his contours sharp and clear, and the slight upward curve at the corners of his phoenix eyes seemed like enticing hooks.

Ye Yiheng gazed intensely at her, his eyes shimmering with a tender, intricate light, as if imbued with radiant spring scenery, "Yanyan, would that be alright?"

"Without having wed formally, it would be inappropriate for me to move in prematurely."

Leng Yu Yan averted her gaze, took out the silver needles, and began sterilizing them.

"You have stayed before, staying again won’t matter." He seemed very patient.

Seeing she did not respond, his lips curled up, "Hmm?"

The dragging, tuneful cadence lazily, directly drilled into her ear.

Leng Yu Yan was momentarily dazed. Tonight, his voice was especially wicked, clean yet deep, sounding inexplicably binding and provocatively ambiguous.

"Previously, it was by the Emperor’s command, now the situation is different." Leng Yu Yan inserted the silver needles one by one around his eye points, "Your Highness, please close your eyes."

Ye Yiheng gave her a deep look, then closed his eyes.

As soon as he closed them, he heard her breathing deeply. He licked the corner of his lips and whispered with a soft laugh, "What are you afraid of?"

"What am I afraid of? I merely find rumors dreadful and unnecessary trouble should be avoided whenever possible."

"You can’t stay at the Eastern Palace, so you can only stay here with me."

Leng Yu Yan’s hands paused as she was inserting needles, "You can’t be so unreasonable."

"Staying for tonight should be alright, shouldn’t it?" His words carried a hint of a smile. "My eyes feel uncomfortable, what if I go blind on the way back?"

Leng Yu Yan collected her thoughts and softly replied, "As you wish."

The moment the words left her mouth, the acupuncture points around the eyes were completed.

Looking at the exceedingly handsome man with fine, long silver needles around his eyes, his appearance seemed somewhat comical, and Leng Yu Yan couldn’t help but chuckle.

Suddenly remembering that her mother’s cause of death had yet to be investigated, she quickly suppressed her laughter and sat down, gripping her fingers tightly.

This woman had clearly laughed a moment ago, but now her laughter was gone, and Ye Yiheng slightly furrowed his brow, "What did you find out at Marquis Ningyuan’s Mansion?"

"The old hag refused to tell me the reason behind my mother’s death."

"Your mother’s demise might relate to something that happened seventeen years ago. During this period, I’ve sent people to find some old servants from Marquis Ningyuan’s Mansion; perhaps they will uncover something."

"Alright."

The two fell into silence.

After a long while, Leng Yu Yan removed the silver needles from around his eyes, then proceeded to insert needles into his fingertips to detoxify him.

After the busy work, when it was time for them to wash up and go to bed, it was already 1 a.m. the next day.

Leng Yu Yan lay on her side in bed, staring at the canopy above her. In her tenth year, Mrs. Feng and her daughter had poisoned her, wishing to replace her and her mother. Why had Consort Xian also poisoned her?

Their poisoning had superficially ruined her appearance and physique, but she had realized that the true intention behind the poisoning was to take her life.

She was only ten at the time and had nothing to do with Consort Xian. Why did she want her life?

Or did the old woman actually lie?

Ye Yiheng slowly approached the bed, observing her thoughtful expression, and asked, "Are you troubled by something?"

"No." Leng Yu Yan forced a smile and focused her gaze on him.

That year she had just time-traveled here, and the events of that time were difficult to explain to him. Once told, he would surely think her a revenant.

Ye Yiheng did not insist on her explaining, and he lifted the blanket to lie down.

At first, he lay straight, keeping his arms and legs decently composed.

After a while, he turned to his side and reached out to wrap his arm around her waist.

His sudden movement made Leng Yu Yan cry out in surprise, "I kindly offered you refuge; what are you doing?"

She slapped his hand, but it was ineffective, so she wriggled to struggle free.

As she struggled, the hem of her nightwear lifted, and his hand and fingers fully pressed against the soft flesh of her waist, frightening her into stillness.

Ye Yiheng tightened his arm and effortlessly pulled her into his embrace, "I am cold; warm me up."

His body was indeed cold, and Leng Yu Yan’s body stiffened as she simply said, "Sleep early. Today a lot of the toxins were removed, and a good sleep will warm you."

While speaking, she quietly reached to pull down her nightwear, but his hand caught hers.

His palm on her smooth, tender skin beneath it forced him to exert great self-control, lest he make another move.

His body temperature would drop if left detoxified for a few days. If his cold disease acted up during their wedding night, wouldn’t he unavoidably carry the infamous title of incompetence?

No renowned physician of the time could cure his cold disease except perhaps the Divine Doctor at Linqing Pavilion.

Ye Yiheng pressed his face against her hair and asked seemingly casually, "Yanyan, do you think my cold disease can be completely cured before our wedding?"

He asked her this to probe whether she genuinely had the capability to cure his cold disease and to divert his attention from the soft flesh around her waist.

Yet the more he tried to divert his thoughts, the more his fingertips uncontrollably traced light patterns.

The tingling sensation on her waist made Leng Yu Yan stiffen unbearably, her voice low and pleading, "Could you please keep your hand still?"