On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince's Hidden Illness

Chapter 121: Chapter 121 She Practices Medicine

When the master and servant arrived at the Crown Prince’s bedroom, Mo Chen and another guard were carrying the unconscious Ye Yiheng out from the bathing chamber.

Ye Yiheng’s body, sleek and lined, was covered in droplets of water.

Under the duel illumination of the Luminous Pearls and the Luminous Lamps, he shone brilliantly, as if emanating an enticing glow.

Enticing?

Why would she think that?

It was truly inappropriate!

Leng Yu Yan quickly looked away and turned to Song Guo beside her, “What happened? Didn’t the Crown Prince’s cold disease just act up a few days ago?”

“Miss, I don’t know what the reason could be. The last time and this time are too closely spaced,” Song Guo replied anxiously, “I thought about calling the Imperial Physician, but there would be no use to it.”

Leng Yu Yan sighed and said to Mo Chen and the others, “Help His Highness onto the bed.”

“Song Guo, go get some dry clothes to change His Highness into,” she ordered, while pulling out a silver needle bag from her sleeve, “I will give His Highness a few needles.”

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone in the bedroom stared at her.

Miao Zhu huffed, “What are you looking at? If my Miss says she will give a few needles, then she will give a few!”

Why should a grown man’s skin be so pale, almost comparable to her Miss’s fair complexion?

Song Guo frowned worriedly, “Miss, please don’t be angry! It was His Highness’s fault for biting you last time; you can’t possibly take revenge now!”

Mo Chen also nodded in agreement, “Yes, Miss, you’re magnanimous. Now that His Highness is unconscious, taking the opportunity for revenge isn’t the act of a hero!”

“Ha, I am a woman, not a hero.” With that, before the people next to Ye Yiheng could react, Leng Yu Yan swiftly inserted the silver needles into his critical acupoints.

Her technique was like rain falling; it truly stunned Mo Chen.

He had known that Miss Lai had some skills, and her accomplishments in dancing and calligraphy were profound, but he had not expected her acupuncture to be ghostlike, ruthless and swift.

This is a master!

Mo Chen swallowed hard: “Miss, you know medical skills?”

“Actually, not really,” Leng Yu Yan answered with a light smile.

“But Miss, your needle technique is truly formidable, this…”

“The silver needle is similar to an embroidery needle; I found it fun, so I played with it,” Leng Yu Yan said lightly.

Mo Chen choked, play with it?

Was she using his master’s body as an embroidery stand?

Song Guo, anxious beyond measure, walked up to Ye Yiheng and softly called, “Your Highness, the Miss didn’t mean to take her anger out on you, even if she did, it was because you bit too harshly!”

Leng Yu Yan couldn’t help but laugh out loud, “Alright, stop worrying! Mo Chen, instead of questioning me, you’d better help your master exercise his inner strength to clear his channels and speed up his blood circulation, so he can wake up.”

Upon hearing this, Mo Chen quickly helped Ye Yiheng sit on the bed to exercise his inner strength.

Leng Yu Yan then sat down on a nearby chair, poured herself some tea, and sipped gently.

Song Guo was worried that Leng Yu Yan was taking the opportunity for revenge, and also anxious about whether His Highness could wake up.

Seeing his anxious state, Leng Yu Yan gently asked, “Who was yelling earlier?”

She had clearly heard several sharp female voices, followed by various noises of commotion.

Song Guo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, simultaneously watching his master and openly said to Leng Yu Yan, “The palace maids discovered His Highness had sunk to the bottom of the water and were panicked.”

Leng Yu Yan raised an eyebrow; so that was it.

She had thought some pervert had done something to the palace maids.

At that moment, Mo Chen said, “Miss, His Highness seems to have moved.”

Upon hearing this, Leng Yu Yan rose from her chair and quickly withdrew the needles.

Her hand moved to a point just below Ye Yiheng’s navel, and she looked away before removing the needle.

His pants were loose and sagging…

The strong, appealing lines of his muscles and his sexy mermaid line were fully exposed.

Was she supposed to look at these?

Leng Yu Yan coughed lightly, “Song Guo, you’ve been so worried; why haven’t you dressed His Highness in dry clothes?”

Just then, a large hand clamped onto her wrist which was pulling out the needle, “What do you think you’re doing?”

Leng Yu Yan shook off his hand, “Saving you! Don’t be ungrateful!”

While speaking, she swiftly collected all the silver needles from someone’s body.

Seeing that the Crown Prince had finally awakened, people gathered around.

“Your Highness, you just sank to the bottom of the bath!”

“Your Highness, you’re finally awake, that’s really great.”

Leng Yu Yan shook her head and gave Miao Zhu a look, then silently slipped away.

Song Guo brought a dry robe and draped it over Ye Yiheng, “Your Highness, it was the miss who administered the needles and called Mo Chen to exert Inner Strength, hence you woke up.”

“Where is she?” Ye Yiheng asked in a hoarse voice.

Everyone turned their heads but there was no sign of Leng Yu Yan.

Song Guo quickly rushed out, only to see Leng Yu Yan’s dress hem rolling up in a graceful arc, turning a corner, and disappearing from sight.

He hurried back, “Your Highness, the miss went towards Tingfeng Garden.”

Dressed in his robe, Ye Yiheng pressed several acupoints on his body.

Seeing this, Song Guo asked, “What’s wrong, Your Highness?”

“There’s some pain at the acupoints.”

Song Guo explained, “It could be due to the miss’s needling.”

Mo Chen also said, “Your Highness, the miss’s acupuncture technique is exquisite, she seems to be skilled in medical arts, yet she claims it’s just a pastime, akin to embroidery.”

Elsewhere,

Master and servant returned to Tingfeng Garden.

After closing the door, Miao Zhu puffed her cheeks and asked, “Miss, why did you save someone today?”

“One, I couldn’t just watch someone die; two, for revenge.” Leng Yu Yan removed her shoes and climbed onto the bed.

“Revenge?”

“When I was inserting the needles, I purposely went deeper by more than an inch, and I tampered with them while pulling them out, he will probably be in too much pain to sleep tonight.”

“Good!” Miao Zhu laughed, stretching her hand to cover Leng Yu Yan with the quilt, “Miss, go to sleep now.”

“Mm, you should rest too.”

“Okay.”

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Crown Prince’s bedroom.

Ye Yiheng was so pained that he couldn’t sit still, let alone lie down to sleep.

Song Guo and Mo Chen murmured anxiously on the side, did Miss Lai truly know medical skills?

If she didn’t know medical skills, how did she awaken Your Highness?

Given that even the Imperial Physician was helpless when Your Highness’s cold disease flared up.

But if she knew medical skills, why would Your Highness sweat coldly from pain after she applied the needles?

“Your Highness, shall we invite the miss back?”

Ye Yiheng, eyes closed, waved his hand, “Did you say her needling was swift?”

Mo Chen respectfully replied, “Yes, Your Highness, it was indeed so. In the blink of an eye, all the acupoints on Your Highness’s body were needled by the miss.”

“She must have learned acupuncture somewhere and took the opportunity to exact her revenge on me.”

That being so, she must possess a non-trivial mastery of medical skills. Otherwise, how could she know on the day of the Flower Festival that someone had tampered with the garments?

Ye Yiheng’s lips slightly curved. How many more secrets did she hold that he was unaware of?

However, today’s onset of the cold disease was bizarre.

It seemed to have been triggered by a rapid rise in internal heat after he had applied medicine to her neck.

Unconsciously, her image surfaced in his mind again.

Her delicate, tender skin, her slender waist that appeared easily breakable…