Chapter 696: Chapter 696: He Bit Her Alone Leng Yu Yan woke up, already past 7 a.m. The scene at the bathhouse last night had left her feeling restless all evening, and she didn’t know when she had fallen asleep. Now, the figure beside her had long since disappeared. Yet her heart was still in turmoil. She missed her mother dearly, and also Ye Jiu. She wanted to ask Ye Jiu just how much it had hurt. No, why was she even having such thoughts? Ye Jiu would be overjoyed to stick to his elder brother every day, but she was different. Moreover, her brothers were all gentlemen, unlike someone? Leng Yu Yan got out of bed to wash and dress, as usual, applying the materials for a Human Skin Mask over her virginity mark. Ye Yiheng was sitting in Ling Lang Bookstore, listening to Ling Lang reporting the incident of last night’s attempt to poison Prince Liang’s staff. “That staff member’s body was taken to Prince Liang Mansion, and Prince Liang was quite furious,” Ling Lang said. “With the previous incident of the poison in the lotus leaf chicken, I’m afraid Prince Liang might blame Your Highness for last night’s event.” Ye Yiheng answered coldly, “I want Ye Zhenyu to know, this is what happens when you oppose me.” At this moment, Song Guo hurried in. Ye Yiheng turned his head to ask, “Is the Crown Princess Consort awake?” Song Guo bowed, “Yes, Chun Liu said that the Crown Princess Consort woke up and sat on the bed in a daze for quite a while. When I left the bedroom, the Crown Princess Consort was applying the Human Skin Mask material to her arms.” Although he was a eunuch, it was still inconvenient for him to enter the Consort’s quarters when she had just woken up, so he would usually ask Miao Zhu about her condition. Today, however, he didn’t feel like dealing with Miao Zhu and instead had asked Chun Liu. Chun Liu was much gentler than Miao Zhu, and she wouldn’t confront him directly about being a eunuch. Ye Yiheng picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip. Ling Lang seemed to have heard some incredible news and said with a meaningful laugh, “Your Highness still needs to put in more effort.” Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢~𝙣𝙚𝙩 Ye Yiheng gave him a look, “Do you have any ointment for bite wounds here?” Ling Lang thought the Crown Prince wanted to consummate his marriage, but the Crown Princess Consort was unwilling, thus biting the Crown Prince, and he asked, “Were you bitten by the Crown Princess Consort?” Ye Yiheng stated flatly. Ling Lang’s hand trembled as he made tea, “Your Highness’s actions are truly unparalleled.” “Thanks for the compliment,” Ye Yiheng played with the lid of the teacup. “Aren’t you going to fetch the ointment quickly?” Ling Lang stood up and walked to a shelf nearby, returning shortly with a clay pot, pulling off the large lid, “Here it is, all inside.” Song Guo peered inside and scoffed, “Sir, is this just a pot of lard?” Ling Lang glanced at Song Guo, “How do you speak? I’ve been preparing this ointment for quite a while; although there’s a large quantity, applying more will also increase the effectiveness.” Ye Yiheng pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on as he recalled the spherical pill he had eaten earlier, and now the sight of the ointment was almost unbearable. How had he ever recruited such characters under his command? Ling Lang placed the pot on the table and put the lid back on, “Your Highness, take it, this pot should be enough.” An image flashed through Ye Yiheng’s mind, of him taking this pot of ointment to the bed and then using a spoon to scoop up a clump to apply to Yanyan’s shoulder… “Keep this thing,” he drank another sip of tea, “You’d better make more achievements in poison identification.” Ling Lang nodded, “Yes, Your Highness.” In the realms of poison identification and poisoning, he indeed had more expertise than in medical skill. Ye Yiheng stood up and left the bookstore. Song Guo followed closely behind him. As they passed by the lakeside and were about to reach the bedroom, Ye Yiheng couldn’t help but ask Song Guo, “Do you think I’m fierce?” Song Guo’s mind jolted, “Your Highness, you’re not fierce at all…” “You, find the box of ointment that Yanyan gave me earlier.” “Yes, Your Highness.” The master and servant entered the bedroom and found Leng Yu Yan was not there. “Where is the Crown Princess Consort?” Ye Yiheng asked the eunuchs and palace maids who were waiting on one side. A palace maid stepped forward and said, “Replying to Your Highness, the Crown Princess Consort has gone to the study in Tingfeng Garden.” Song Guo quickly found the ointment and handed it to his master. Ye Yiheng clutched the box of ointment tightly and turned, stepping out of the bedroom towards Tingfeng Garden. When he arrived at Tingfeng Garden, Leng Yu Yan was writing in the study. Chun Liu was about to remind her, but Ye Yiheng stopped her. Leng Yu Yan, holding her brush and dipping it in ink, found the ink insufficient and called out, “Chun Liu, grind some more ink.” Ye Yiheng walked over with light steps, lifted his sleeve, and his slender, jade-like fingers picked up an ink stick, slowly grinding it on the ink stone. Song Guo cleverly shut the door of the study and gestured to Chun Liu to stay away from the door. Feeling the strange atmosphere and the pleasant, refined scent of someone on her, Leng Yu Yan glanced sideways. Her gaze was met by a tall, elegantly poised figure, in loose robes and a casual belt, a picture of lazy gracefulness, with an allure unmatched by any. It was as if a jade-like noble man had stepped out of the common world, peerless and without an equal. His entire being was inscribed with a style of restrained desire. Yet, it was this very man who seemed to change his nature at night, almost as if he couldn’t wait to devour her into his belly. Now, as she looked at his picturesque eyebrows and eyes, especially those eyes that were clearly disdainful, the overpowering demeanor from the previous night was still deeply imprinted in her mind. Leng Yu Yan lowered her gaze flusteredly, “Why have you come, Your Highness?” Ye Yiheng put down the ink stick and washed his hands, “I’ve come to apply ointment for you.” “No, there is no need for that,” Leng Yu Yan said, turning towards the door for help, only to realize it had been closed. Ye Yiheng shut the windows and then turned to look at her, “Are you truly that afraid of me?” His eyes were deep, his voice soothing and elegant. Leng Yu Yan shook her head, “No, I’m not afraid.” Ye Yiheng took out the ointment and placed it on the desk, then immediately grasped her waist and with a little force, lifted and placed her onto the desk. The desk was spotted with ink, and her unfinished writing lay there—Leng Yu Yan dared not move and spoke softly to negotiate with him, “Your Highness, perhaps we can apply it later tonight.” “I’ve thought about it, and it seems I have not been gentle enough to please Yanyan.” His cool fingertips pulled open her collar, revealing the delicate, white shoulder of the woman, and with a bit of ointment taken on his fingertip, he gently applied it to her shoulder. Her skin was as smooth and tender as butter, akin to the finest white jade, warm to the touch, and irresistible to let go. Ye Yiheng struggled to contain himself; he was here today to show his gentleness. But just this mere action of applying ointment was tearing at his self-control, and if he continued, he was afraid he could no longer act like a human being, but would do something only beasts would do. Yet, he didn’t want to stop just yet, even if it was just applying ointment, he needed to demonstrate the utmost patience. The ointment was slightly cool, and so were the man’s fingertips. As he gently moved in circles, her shoulder felt as if it were on fire. Leng Yu Yan pursed her lips, her shoulders involuntarily tensing with a tingling sensation as if a current of electricity surged through her body in the blink of an eye. Unable to control it, her voice trembled in her throat: “Mmm…” Leng Yu Yan realized that she had made an incredibly shameful sound and quickly covered her mouth: “I’m sorry, Your Highness, I didn’t mean to.” Her soft moan was like a protest, which Ye Yiheng listened to intently. Now, that sound echoed incessantly in his brain, making him lose control. The man remained silent, filling Leng Yu Yan with panic. Each time he didn’t respond, a feeling of oppression descended upon her from above… She desperately wanted to escape! But before she could get off the desk, he took the ink stone that held the ink stick and placed it aside. In the next moment, he laid her down flat on the desk.