After Becoming a Succubus, I Was Offered to My Mortal Enemy - Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Having her zither snatched away for no reason and being scolded by Sikong Xue for playing “unpleasant” music, Ning Yuan’s beautiful eyes welled up with a mist of tears. Anyone could see the grievance she felt at this moment.

Chun He and Xia Xun didn’t understand why their Master had suddenly barged in either. The lady’s zither playing was clearly excellent; how could it be unpleasant? Could it be that the Master had met with some frustration in court today?

Chun He comforted her: “Miss, please do not be sad. I heard that the Master spent her early years in the military; it is possible she does not understand music.”

“In the military?” Ning Yuan sniffled, putting on a harmless, innocent front. “Isn’t the Master the Prime Minister? Why would she go to the military?”

Seeing that Ning Yuan had finally stopped crying, Xia Xun shared some common knowledge that even ordinary citizens knew:

“The Master spent many years in the military and achieved many military exploits. Later, when there was a change in the court, the Master gave her military power to the Second Young Lady, while she devoted herself entirely to the imperial court. Now, the Master is second only to one person. While the Miss is in the manor, no one will dare to bully you.”

“A change? What kind of change?”

Could it be the matter concerning the Ning family back then?

Ning Yuan wanted to ask more, but the two little maids exchanged a look and simply said: “We were young then and hadn’t entered the manor yet, so we don’t know about those things.”

She was, after all, a foreigner. It was fine to tell her inconsequential trifles, but if she pressed for details, they didn’t dare say more.

Seeing she couldn’t get a real answer, Ning Yuan felt a bit weary and said: “Forget it, you may withdraw. I want to rest.”

It was strange; she hadn’t felt anything while playing the zither earlier, but ever since Sikong Xue barged in, she felt the room was stiflingly uncomfortable. Perhaps it was because she hadn’t left the manor at all, staying in the room all day until she was bored sick.

Chun He looked at Ning Yuan and said with concern: “The Miss’s complexion looks a bit poor. Should we call a physician to check?”

Ning Yuan looked as if she had caught a cold and was about to run a high fever. Coming from a foreign land after a long, exhausting journey, it would be piteous if she were suffering from an inability to adjust to the local climate.

Xia Xun also noticed something was wrong. She reached out and felt Ning Yuan’s forehead, saying: “Oh dear, the Miss’s forehead is so hot. She must be ill.”

She was fine just a moment ago; how did she end up like this just from being frightened by the Master?

Chun He and Xia Xun finally confirmed that this girl’s courage was so small that she definitely wasn’t a spy.

Ning Yuan only said: “You keep the doors and windows tightly shut; it’s natural that I feel hot. Why is there a need for a physician? The Master was so angry tonight; why would she allow me to see one?”

Sikong Xue was so wicked; she would surely only be satisfied if Ning Yuan died of illness.

Ning Yuan had never liked seeing physicians in the past. Every time, it was either acupuncture or bitter medicine—both painful and unpleasant.

Chun He said: “The Miss misunderstands. The Master is not that kind of person.”

“I am truly fine. A night’s sleep will do. Do not worry.”

With that, Ning Yuan sent the two little maids away.

She didn’t actually feel ill; rather, she felt a trace of dry heat rising from her lower abdomen. Her limbs felt weak, and she only wanted to curl up on the bed. Feeling unwell and having just been barked at by Sikong Xue, Ning Yuan didn’t want to talk to anyone. She simply bolted the door, forbidding the two girls from entering.

Xia Xun was about to go find a physician, but Chun He hurriedly stopped her and shook her head.

Xia Xun said: “She’s burning up like that. If we don’t find a physician, there will be big trouble.”

The Master told them to take good care of her. If the girl became seriously ill, the Master would surely punish them.

Chun He said: “Have you forgotten the girl’s identity?”

Xia Xun said: “Even without a formal title, she is still half a mistress.”

Chun He tapped Xia Xun on the head and said: “You forgot—she is a Succubus of the foreign tribes.”

“Even if she is a Succubus, the Master said to take good care of her, we can’t let her get sick…” Before she could finish, Xia Xun suddenly realized.

She was a Succubus…

So just now, the girl wasn’t sick, she was…

“Then… then what do we do?” Xia Xun was young and had never seen such a thing before.

“Naturally, we report to the Master,” Chun He said.

This was, after all, someone the Master brought back. Such matters naturally had to be reported to her.

Xia Xun kept watch at the door while Chun He ran to find Sikong Xue.

“Master, it’s bad! That girl, she…”

Having just snatched Ning Yuan’s zither, Sikong Xue was currently regretting her childish behavior when she heard Chun He’s report that the foreign girl had suddenly developed a heat of passion.

Sikong Xue’s expression changed slightly. She handed the medicine Yin Chiyun had sent to Chun He and said: “Feed her this.”

Chun He said with difficulty: “The Miss drove us out and locked the door. We don’t dare break it down…”

What Chun He feared even more was that if they broke the door and saw something they shouldn’t, what then? This was someone the Master brought back; they weren’t people they could look at at will.

Ning Yuan lay on the bed, feeling the dry heat becoming increasingly unbearable. It was only April; how could it be this hot? It must be that the courtyard’s atmosphere was bad and airtight.

Her clothes were shed and tossed haphazardly on the floor. Normally, she had to wear her sleeping robes properly and wrap herself tightly in the quilt to sleep. Today, the ties of her sleeping robe had somehow come undone, and the brocade quilt had been kicked aside. Despite having drunk a lot of water, she still felt her mouth and throat were parched.

That vague, indefinable sensation in that place made Ning Yuan feel even more uneasy. She felt her body was suddenly very strange. She wanted comfort; she wanted someone to be by her side.

For some reason, Sikong Xue’s face surfaced in her mind. If Sikong Xue were by her side right now, would it feel a bit better?

No, Sikong Xue was so wicked; if she saw her like this, she would surely mock her.

The unbearable sensation forced tears from the corners of Ning Yuan’s eyes. It turned out the words she hadn’t been able to hear in the academy that day were like this… It turned out “Succubus” meant this.

Ning Yuan bit her lip and finally reached out her hand, wanting to explore there. Since no one was helping her, she could only try herself…

Before she could touch anything, there was a loud bang, and the door was kicked open.

Sikong Xue took one look and felt her throat tighten.

Behind the gauze curtains, the woman gripped by the heat of passion had her clothes in disarray, her hair messy, and thin sweat covering her forehead. Her hand, suspended in mid-air, was about to…

Ning Yuan opened her eyes. Seeing the person who had barged in, the tear at the corner of her eye finally slid down. Was Sikong Xue barging in at this time to humiliate her?

Sikong Xue barked at the two little maids following behind: “Close your eyes! You are not allowed to look!”

Chun He and Xia Xun hurriedly turned around and squeezed their eyes shut. They hadn’t dared to look anyway; with the Master like this, they even covered their ears.

Sikong Xue strode to the bedside, grabbed the hand that had intended to self-soothe, and pulled over the brocade quilt to wrap up the disheveled woman.

Sikong Xue kept her eyes shut, holding the person in her arms, not daring to look at her. After steadying her breath for two heartbeats, she finally dared to look at the person in her embrace. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was panting in her arms.

Knowing clearly this wasn’t A-Yuan, yet she had a face exactly like A-Yuan’s, and… and she was doing such a thing before her eyes.

Before she could find relief, she was restrained. Ning Yuan felt deeply aggrieved. Ignoring that the person before her was her nemesis, she spoke piteously: “It hurts… help me, help me, okay?”

The voice was soft and sweet, enticing one beyond self-control.

Sikong Xue’s breath, which had just steadied, became erratic again. She wrapped the person in another layer of quilt. She didn’t dare look, nor did she dare listen to the person’s panting.

Ning Yuan’s body was still uncomfortable, but her consciousness had regained some clarity.

Sikong Xue really was here to humiliate her. She was suffering from unbearable heat, yet Sikong Xue wanted to wrap her in a quilt—she was truly wicked. Then just now… hadn’t Sikong Xue seen everything?

Her face turned red enough to bleed. She knew she should tell Sikong Xue to leave, but being held like this, she didn’t seem to feel as miserable anymore. She wanted to be held tighter, but didn’t dare say so, only biting her lip firmly.

Sikong Xue waited for a good while before finally pulling out the porcelain bottle and taking out a pill. Seeing Ning Yuan biting her lower lip tightly, she had no choice but to use her thumb to pry open the scarlet lips and feed the medicine to Ning Yuan.

Ning Yuan swallowed instinctively, but then she felt afraid that Sikong Xue had fed her some poison.

“You… what did you feed me…”

“Shut up!” Sikong Xue scolded in a low voice.

With a voice exactly like Ning Yuan’s, and her speech carrying a slight panting, Sikong Xue truly didn’t dare listen; she could only tell her to shut up.

Already suffering, and then being barked at like this, her tears became even more uncontrollable.

Sikong Xue felt guilty and could only say: “Stop crying. This medicine can alleviate the heat of passion in your body… endure for a while, it will be better soon. Just endure a bit longer.”

The last sentence—it was unclear if she was saying it to Ning Yuan or to herself.

“You… aren’t you here to laugh at me?”

Sikong Xue didn’t speak, only holding Ning Yuan tightly. She was afraid she would self-soothe in front of her, and also afraid to leave just like that. If the medicine didn’t work, wouldn’t that be trouble?

After about the time it takes to burn an incense stick, Ning Yuan finally felt the heat of passion recede. It didn’t hurt as much.

She said softly: “I am fine now. Let go of me quickly.”

Although she was fine, being held by Sikong Xue like this inevitably made her heart flutter.

Sikong Xue quickly let go and turned her back, pointing at the porcelain bottle by the bed: “Next time this happens, take one pill.”

“Oh,” Ning Yuan complied obediently. So she wasn’t here to mock her, but to bring her medicine. This Sikong Xue didn’t seem quite so bad.

Sikong Xue rubbed her temples and said: “Did your tribespeople never tell you about these things?”

Thinking of how she had behaved in front of Sikong Xue just now, Ning Yuan buried half her face in the quilt and remained silent. It was too embarrassing; how could she have done that in front of Sikong Xue… Luckily, she wasn’t “Ning Yuan” right now, just a tribute sent by the foreign tribes. If anyone was embarrassed, it wasn’t the Ning family.

Ning Yuan didn’t respond, and Sikong Xue guessed she was likely shy, so she prepared to leave. Before going, she looked at the door she had kicked broken and said to the two little maids: “Wait until she has recovered, then take her to the side room to rest. The door… I will have someone fix it tomorrow.”

Chun He and Xia Xun blinked, thinking: That fast?

Ultimately they didn’t dare ask more, only saluted and watched Sikong Xue leave.

Sikong Xue returned to her own room and took two soul-soothing pills. But as soon as she closed her eyes, her mind was filled with Ning Yuan’s face—filled with the sight of A-Yuan self-soothing before her…

She couldn’t distinguish whether she was thinking of A-Yuan or this succubus in the manor with the same appearance.

If it were truly as Yin Chiyun said—that even medicine wouldn’t be able to suppress that heat of passion in the future—what then?

“A-Yuan, what should I do?”

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