Shen Yunjiao returned to her own little world and could finally relax.

She lay on the armchair, swinging her legs, and asked Fuxia to give her some silver, thinking that she could go to Xianglai Pavilion to buy some food to treat herself.

Just then, Granny Lin rushed in and whispered in Shen Yunjiao's ear, "My husband just said that something seems to have happened to the young master in the villa. He seems to have caught a headache. He asked if you want to go and see him."

Shen Yunjiao's heart tightened, and she immediately lost her appetite.

She brought this precious Buddha statue into her home to ensure her safety and prevent any major incidents from happening.

"Fuxia, you stay in the courtyard and keep an eye on the servants. I'm going out with Granny Lin."

"If anyone asks, just say I went to a restaurant for a meal."

After giving her instructions, Shen Yunjiao hurriedly led Lin Mama onto the carriage. By the time they arrived at the villa, it was already dark.

"I've been giving him the medicine as you instructed, young mistress, for the past two days. But this afternoon, he suddenly had a terrible headache and even broke a lot of things in the room."

Uncle Lin led Shen Yunjiao to the door. "When I saw how uncomfortable he was, I thought about calling a doctor, but I thought I should inform you first before making a decision."

"This person is lying in the house right now."

Uncle Lin opened the door, and the once clean and tidy room was now a mess. The person lying on the bed was pale, and the black hair at his temples was damp, probably from sweating too much due to pain.

Shen Yunjiao thanked Uncle Lin and carefully stepped onto the floor covered with white porcelain shards, slowly approaching the bed.

The prince on the bed had his eyes and brows tightly closed, and seemed to be in great pain.

Was she having a nightmare? Shen Yunjiao was a little puzzled, but she still turned around and said to Granny Lin, "Granny, could you please bring me that small wooden box with the silver needles from last time?"

Upon hearing this, Granny Lin, who was cleaning up the mess on the ground, responded and went outside.

Shen Yunjiao poked the Crown Prince's handsome, pale face and whispered, "I didn't expect you to have migraines. It's a pity there are no painkillers here, otherwise you wouldn't be in so much pain."

Despite being ill, the prince's good looks remained undeniable; he was a true sickly beauty.

After Granny Lin brought the items over, Shen Yunjiao rolled up her sleeves and used strong liquor to disinfect her hands and the silver needles before starting to treat him with acupuncture.

Shen Yunjiao was very confident in her abilities, after all, she was known as "the Divine Needle Master" in the hospital because of her superb acupuncture skills.

Seeing that Shen Yunjiao was completely absorbed in her work, Lin Mama quietly went outside and gently closed the door behind her.

She first inserted three needles into Xiao Huaijin's head and removed them, but he still had a furrowed brow.

It seems I need to try acupuncture on the Hegu acupoint on my hand.

Shen Yunjiao had treated many patients' hands before, but this was the first time she had seen such beautiful hands—long and well-defined joints, and neat, rounded nails.

Under the dim light, it was as lustrous as translucent white jade.

If we could bring these to our junior colleagues to make acupuncture specimens, they would probably improve incredibly fast.

Shen Yunjiao thought casually, but the silver needle in her hand accurately landed on the acupoint. She held the needle with her thumb and forefinger, with the pad of her finger against the middle of the needle. Her movements were skillful and efficient.

Just as she was about to rotate the silver needle to insert it deeper, the sleeping Xiao Huaijin suddenly started to move restlessly.

Seeing that he was about to turn over, Shen Yunjiao quickly pressed his hand down with her arm and swiftly inserted the needle deep into the acupoint.

Xiao Huaijin never expected that in just two days, the "Heart Eater" would start causing trouble in his body again.

A sharp pain pounded in his temples, leaving him too weak to even stand, and his thoughts began to drift.

It was as if he were in a gloomy dungeon, tied to a pillar, with a man in bright yellow clothes whipping him repeatedly.

Who are you? Why are you trying to hurt me?

He painfully raised his eyes to try and see the person clearly, only to find that the person had no facial features. Then he heard a lot of harsh laughter coming from all directions, and someone kept whispering in his ear, "Madman, you are a madman."

"You're crazy, you're a madman."

Xiao Huaijin's consciousness struggled in the long dream until he smelled a familiar fragrance.

An incredibly pure and clean fragrance.

He tried desperately to grasp at the fragrance, like grasping at a straw.

"Almost done, don't move." He heard a gentle voice soothing him.

Xiao Huaijin immediately felt a tingling and numb sensation in the tiger's mouth, followed by a slight discomfort as if a silver needle had been pulled out.

He instinctively tried to grab something with his other hand, but instead touched Shen Yunjiao's other hand.

Xiao Huaijin was immediately captivated by the soft and smooth touch, and held it tightly without letting go.

Just as Shen Yunjiao was about to get up after removing the needles, the Crown Prince grabbed her other hand, which was originally meant to press down on him to prevent him from moving around.

Shen Yunjiao was stunned. She tried to pull her hand back, but found that she was powerless to break free. The cold, slender fingers were now weaving through her fingers, hooking and entwining tightly.

She looked up and saw that Xiao Huaijin was still unconscious, but his eyebrows and eyes had relaxed.

Since the patient was unconscious and was someone she needed to rely on, Shen Yunjiao decided to be magnanimous and not hold it against him.

If it were that scoundrel, he would have given him a good beating.

She bent down slightly, trying to slowly pry open Xiao Huaijin's slender fingers one by one.

At this moment, Xiao Huaijin had slowly woken up.

The fragrance he smelled grew stronger, washing away the turmoil in his mind and gradually calming him down.

He slightly opened his eyes, and his vision was no longer completely black, but rather showed blurry outlines.

Xiao Huaijin was surprised to find that he could see again.

Xiao Huaijin observed them discreetly.

There was a woman in front of him, her head bowed towards him.

She had a beautiful face, but her delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if she were troubled by something.

It was only at this moment that he suddenly realized that the soft, warm touch he was holding in his hand, the one he had felt in his dream, came from this woman's small hand.

She seemed to have a special fragrance that could suppress the heart-devouring poison.

Xiao Huaijin silently let go, and the woman breathed a sigh of relief, quietly picked up a wooden box, and walked out.

"Is that Miss Shen Piaopiao?"

Just as Shen Yunjiao's hand landed on the doorknob, she heard a clear, crisp sound coming from beside the bed.

At first, she didn't realize who she was being called, but then she remembered that it was a name she had made up on the spot when she saved the prince.

"It's me."

Shen Yunjiao moved back to the bedside and saw Xiao Huaijin slowly open his lifeless eyes and struggle to sit up.

Poor thing!

She placed the soft silk pillow vertically behind Xiao Huaijin's waist to make him more comfortable.

Xiao Huaijin accepted Shen Yunjiao's care openly and brazenly.

He even secretly smelled Shen Yunjiao's scent, and it was this fragrance that made his mind clearer.

Unfortunately, Shen Yunjiao quickly stood up and moved a meter away from him.

This woman was like a nameless wildflower in spring, gentle and charming, and Xiao Huaijin could not sense any aggression from her.

"Young Master's injuries are much better than they were a few days ago. But is this headache something that only started recently?" Shen Yunjiao had taken Xiao Huaijin's pulse before administering acupuncture and found that his pulse was rapid, disordered, and irregular.

Based on her medical experience, Shen Yunjiao believed that Xiao Huaijin was probably poisoned.

However, she did not dare to voice her doubts rashly, after all, the person sitting in front of her was the future monarch of the Great Yong Dynasty.

Even though Xiao Huaijin tried to hide it, she could still sense the air of authority he exuded in his every move.

"I don't know either." Xiao Huaijin rubbed his temples.

His eyes and brows were gentle, his nose delicate, and his current pale complexion gave him an even more refined and gentle air.

"But the young lady is a miraculous healer; she has recovered more than halfway after the acupuncture treatment."

Shen Yunjiao's eyes crinkled with delight when she heard the praise for her skills.

She couldn't help but think that if she could even cure the Crown Prince's migraines, then she would be able to cling to his coattails completely.