On the other side, Ye Shen and Song Tangtang had reserved a couple’s suite in the most luxurious eight-star hotel on the island and later enjoyed a romantic candlelit dinner in the hotel’s restaurant.
Perhaps it was their first taste of forbidden fruit, but they didn’t co ho the next day.
The youthful couple, full of vigor, lingered in the couple’s suite for two days and nights, until Ye Junqing could no longer stand by and had soone bring his son back ho.
Upon his return, Ye Shen received a lashing, a punishnt ant for Song Chenmo to witness.
Ye Shen clenched his teeth and endured the whipping without making a single sound, even as his skin split open, but Song Tangtang cried incessantly beside him.
Song Chenmo couldn’t bear to watch and intervened to stop Ye Junqing.
Si Mingjing heard about it afterward; she had been busy with her herbs on the terrace when Ye Siyuan hurried over, pulling her to treat Ye Shen’s injuries, which were whip marks all across his back.
Song Tangtang, in Ye Shen’s bedroom, was already a tearful ss. "Will these leave scars?"
As Si Mingjing treated Ye Shen’s wounds, she comforted Song Tangtang, "No. I have Scar Removal Ointnt. You must trust my dical skills."
Ye Siyuan also said, "Mingjing’s dical skills are excellent. Have you seen Chang Fengjue, the guard by my brother’s side? You see how good his skin is, right? Actually, he used to have lots of acne scars, but it was Mingjing who concocted an ointnt for him. Now his skin is even better than many girls’."
After Chang Fengjue’s acne scars were removed, he looked incredibly handso! Wherever he went, Chang Fengjue would say that it was all thanks to Si Mingjing’s ointnt.
Song Tangtang seed a bit comforted by these words.
Si Mingjing took Ye Shen’s pulse and confird that they were all external injuries and no bones were hard, showing that Ye Junqing had been very asured in his punishnt. After all, Ye Shen was his own son, and Ye Junqing cherished him very much.
Having dealt with the external injuries, Si Mingjing suggested calling a Western doctor. She said, "It’s nothing serious, but an infected wound might cause a fever, so let’s call the family doctor. For this kind of external injury, Western dicine works faster than Chinese dicine. So anti-inflammatory IV fluids will help."
Song Tangtang imdiately went to call the Western doctor.
Later, Ye Shen lay in bed with an IV drip. Despite being whipped until his skin tore open, he felt triumphantly happy, thinking that a wife was worth the beating he had endured! He had never felt so delighted.
Si Mingjing thought that the n of the Ye Family would probably stay clear of becoming scoundrels in this lifeti. At least from what she had seen thus far, from the oldest to the youngest, there wasn’t a single one, and she quite liked this family trait.
Mo Yinhe hadn’t shown up these past few days and hadn’t returned to the palace, probably because he was truly busy, which made Si Mingjing feel more at ease.
That night before going to sleep, a maid ca in to seal the terrace, as the weather forecast predicted heavy rain. If not sealed, the rain would wet the terrace.
After entering the terrace, the maid pressed a button on the terrace wall, and a large hemispherical glass do enclosed the entire terrace. It was very convenient to use and fully automated.
The bold maid struck up a conversation with Si Mingjing. "Crown Princess Consort, the Crown Prince is really good to you. For your sake, he specially moved his own bedroom from the west side to the east side."
"Wasn’t this room Mo Yinhe’s bedroom previously?"
The maid shook her head. "No."
Si Mingjing was slightly surprised. "Why change bedrooms?"
The maid said, "I heard from the butler that it’s probably because he’s worried you might feel uncomfortable. The Crown Prince’s previous bedroom was shared with the forr Crown Princess Consort, and it contains many mories of them together. The Crown Prince probably didn’t want you to sleep in the sa bed he shared with her, so he changed bedrooms."
The maid didn’t ntion that the bedroom still contained the Crown Prince’s wedding photos with his forr wife and the vanity she had used, all untouched. To this day, the Crown Prince did not allow anyone to move them.
The maid thought, The Crown Prince must still rember the forr Crown Princess Consort, but his willingness to start a new relationship is a good sign. The forr Crown Princess Consort’s public divorce had infuriated all the maids.
He is quite thoughtful. Knowing he cared about such details made Si Mingjing feel comforted. However, she had no intention of staying in the sa room with him.
"Crown Princess Consort, please rest early. If there is anything you need, you can press the bell by the bed, and soone will be at your service 24 hours a day," the maid said.
Si Mingjing nodded. "Mm. From now on, don’t call Crown Princess Consort. Call Miss Si."
"I dare not; this is the title set by the Crown Prince," the maid replied. Having said that, the maid respectfully withdrew.
Si Mingjing turned off the lights and went to sleep.
In the middle of the night, as expected, she heard the sound of raindrops hitting the glass do, PITTER-PATTER.
Si Mingjing wasn’t picky about where she slept and wasn’t afraid of noise; she could sleep well even through thunderstorms, but a chill woke her up.
A cold body had drawn her into its embrace.
Si Mingjing was terrified, thinking she had encountered a thief—a bold and brazen thief who even lightly kissed her cheek.
In a reflex, Si Mingjing raised her hand to strike, but her wrist was easily caught by the intruder. In her panic, she slled the scent of Zhanlong Fragrance.
"Mo Yinhe? Is that you?"
Mo Yinhe couldn’t help but laugh.
"Mingjing, did you miss ?"
"What are you doing in my room? You scared to death!"
"This is clearly my bedroom."
Mo Yinhe held her warm body, ignoring her struggles and resistance, his deep voice reminding her, "A woman shouldn’t move around too much in a man’s arms; otherwise, it only makes the man want to devour you even more."
Si Mingjing indeed cald down.
He held her so tightly that Si Mingjing could barely breathe. His body was cool, as if he carried the dampness of the rain from outside. She pounded on him. "Are you trying to freeze to death?"
"Mingjing, you really are a little furnace." He held her and was reluctant to let go.
Si Mingjing couldn’t break free; he was strong and clung tightly. She tried pushing his face away as he nuzzled her neck. She noticed that although his body was cool, his face felt sowhat hot. Taking a deep breath, Si Mingjing placed her hand on his forehead. "Do you have a fever?"
"It’s nothing. I’ve already taken antipyretics."
Si Mingjing took his pulse. "How did you get a fever?"
"Perhaps I got chilled," Mo Yinhe said nonchalantly.
Si Mingjing felt his pulse, also noticing the coldness that had invaded his body.
Since he said he had taken antipyretics, Si Mingjing didn’t get up again. "Can’t you find another room to sleep in?"
"I cannot. Mingjing, from now on, you can only sleep in the sa bed as ," Mo Yinhe said domineeringly.
She wanted to kick him but couldn’t bring herself to do it.
"Don’t worry, I won’t touch you. I have a fever. What can a sick person even do to you?" Mo Yinhe coaxed her, feigning weakness. "Mingjing, I’m cold. Let hold you, and you hold too."
Si Mingjing indeed extended her hands, held him, and tried to warm him, yet she did not dare to lower her guard...
It was only after half an hour, as Mo Yinhe held her tightly and fell asleep, that Si Mingjing relaxed her body.
Just as she was about to continue sleeping, Yang Wanling called her. "Miss Si, great news! The Crown Prince—my ’bro’—has been attacked."
"Are you talking about Qu Gaoyang?" Si Mingjing inquired.
Yang Wanling’s voice was particularly excited. "Right! I heard that after he was attacked, he was found in the Antarctic. He fell into a cracked glacier and was only rescued after a day and a night. The doctors said his hands were so frostbitten that the blood vessels had beco necrotic. He requires amputation; otherwise, his life will be in danger. He has to lose a hand."
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