After Transmigrating into a Book, I Was Entangled by the Paranoid Eldest Princess - Chapter 20

Chapter 20

“Go and fetch Physician Shen at once!”

Yinxing only felt a gust of wind brush past her; in the blink of an eye, her mistress had dropped those words and vanished.

“A-Jin!”

Wen Chenqing rushed inside nervously, but her footsteps faltered when she saw A-Jin sitting there perfectly fine, showing no signs of discomfort.

Fuqu, who had hurriedly retreated to the space beneath the window, held her breath nervously as she listened to the movements inside.

Si Jinghua put down the item in her hand and looked in surprise at Wen Chenqing, who was supposed to have departed: “What is the matter?”

With a slight frown, Wen Chenqing’s gaze swept across the window before she walked hurriedly to A-Jin’s side: “I heard from Yinxing that you just ate dried apricots.” As she spoke, she took A-Jin’s hand and folded her sleeve upward to examine it closely.

On the snowy-white wrist, aside from the faint blue veins and that red mole, no other marks had appeared.

Wen Chenqing breathed a sigh of relief, yet amidst her relief, she felt a seed of doubt.

That day, Yun Qingqing had mentioned that when her sister was young, she immediately felt physical discomfort after eating preserved apricots. Not only did she feel itchy, but red spots appeared on her arms and neck, and she even felt some chest tightness—so frightening that they called for a doctor immediately.

After taking her pulse and hearing the details, the doctor prescribed medicine for her sister and warned that she must never consume anything made from apricots again; since then, preserved apricots never appeared in the house again.

The symptoms Yun Qingqing described were similar to an allergy, so Wen Chenqing judged that A-Jin must be allergic to foods containing apricots.

A-Jin had lost all her memory and didn’t remember her dietary restrictions. She had mistakenly eaten Yinxing’s dried apricots. Although there were no symptoms on her arms for now, Wen Chenqing couldn’t let her heart settle back into her stomach completely.

Allergic reactions can be mild or severe, but in her inherent impression, A-Jin’s body was not as robust as others to begin with.

“Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? For example, do you feel itchy, or do you have chest tightness?”

Si Jinghua’s brows knit slightly. Wen Chenqing’s anxious concern made it seem as if she had eaten something she shouldn’t have touched at all just by having some dried apricots.

Allowing Wen Chenqing to hold her arm, Si Jinghua used her free hand to touch her chest: “My chest does feel a bit tight.”

The allergic reaction must be starting.

Wen Chenqing comforted her in turn: “I’ve already sent Yinxing to fetch Physician Shen. We’ll have Physician Shen look at you in a moment.”

During this interval, she frequently lifted A-Jin’s sleeve to check for red rashes and asked her every few moments if she felt itchy.

A-Jin’s answers were always that she “seemed to feel a bit itchy.”

“Can I not eat dried apricots?” Si Jinghua asked during the wait.

Wen Chenqing said: “When I was helping you look into your background before, it was mentioned that you feel unwell if you eat dried apricots.”

Si Jinghua lowered her eyes: “I forgot.”

“I don’t blame you.” Wen Chenqing squeezed her fingertips. “It was my fault for not reminding them to be careful sooner.”

She lifted the sleeve once more to look. Good, still nothing.

Thinking that symptoms might also appear on the neck, Wen Chenqing stood up, leaning down close to A-Jin’s slender neck to observe carefully.

Her breath brushed lightly against her, causing that patch of skin to tremble slightly.

Once Wen Chenqing finished her inspection, Si Jinghua caught her hand and began to stroke it gently.

After her body had calmed down, Si Jinghua said considerately: “Why don’t you head to the academy first? I will wait for the doctor here.”

“I’d better stay and wait with you, otherwise I won’t be at ease,” Wen Chenqing said. “As for arriving late, I will apologize to the teacher once I get to the academy.”

As they spoke, Yinxing arrived leading Physician Shen.

On the way over, the physician had asked Yinxing what had happened and already had a general idea in mind.

After taking the pulse and scrutinizing A-Jin’s arms for a moment, a flash of confusion also crossed her eyes.

This Miss A-Jin’s symptoms did not look like hives.

When the nearby Miss Wen asked, she answered truthfully.

Now it was Wen Chenqing’s turn for her confusion to deepen. She had been wondering why, if there was a slight allergic reaction, A-Jin’s arms and neck remained white, clean, and markless.

A-Jin comforted her from the side: “Since it is nothing serious, you don’t need to worry anymore.”

Wen Chenqing nodded and asked Physician Shen to prescribe some medicine anyway before seeing her out.

“Even if it’s not serious, I will ask Mother Chen to brew the medicine for you. You must take it on time.” Perhaps some allergic reactions subside on their own, Wen Chenqing thought while instructing A-Jin.

A-Jin, who usually poured her medicine away completely, smiled softly: “I’ll listen to you.”

With most of her worries set aside, Wen Chenqing went outside before heading to the academy and stood beneath the study window.

“Miss, what are you looking at?” Yinxing asked, poking her head around.

Wen Chenqing knit her brows and pointed at the soft patch of earth beneath the window: “Don’t you think these look like a pair of footprints?”

“They do look a bit like it, but the vegetable garden is right there. Could it be Mother Chen or the others coming over here?” Yinxing looked up at the sky. “This place is shaded when the sun is hot.”

Yinxing’s words made sense, but Wen Chenqing still felt something was off in her heart.

It was an intuition; sometimes she felt as if someone was peeping outside the window, but so far, she hadn’t found any concrete evidence.

She had also asked A-Jin if she noticed anything unusual, but A-Jin said she hadn’t.

Giving it one last look, Wen Chenqing said: “Alright, Yinxing, let’s go.”

After the two left, Fuqu stood before the Princess with her head bowed in fear, seeking punishment.

“Stupid thing,” Si Jinghua scolded lightly. “Be more careful in your actions henceforth.”

At this time, she did not yet want Wen Chenqing to know her true identity.

If Wen Chenqing knew she wasn’t an amnesiac orphan but the Princess of the Great Yong, and her attitude changed—becoming just like those commoners—Si Jinghua imagined that scene, and displeasure gathered in her phoenix eyes, her face turning gloomy.

“Yes, Your Highness. This servant will be ten thousand times more careful in the future.”

The first thing Wen Chenqing did upon returning from school was to check on A-Jin.

After checking carefully and ensuring that A-Jin’s body showed no adverse reactions, she revealed a relieved smile.

“It’s best that nothing happened. You must be careful from now on; let’s not touch anything related to apricots again.”

“Alright. I’ve made A-Qing worry.”

Wen Chenqing shook her head slightly: “My worry is secondary; the main thing is that you would be the one suffering.”

Si Jinghua’s phoenix eyes held a softness she hadn’t even noticed herself. “Did the teacher blame you today?”

Wen Chenqing said: “No. The teacher’s methods are rigorous and her temperament is serious, but she is not an unreasonable person. After I informed her that a family member was unwell, she did not blame me.”

Si Jinghua gave a soft laugh: “Family member?”

Wen Chenqing countered: “How can the one I love not be considered family?”

She was, after all, dating A-Jin with the premise of love and was prepared to spend her life with her.

She loved the way A-Jin’s eyes always held her, and how she would cling to her whenever they were together.

Needing her, clinging to her, and relying on her—this version of A-Jin was exactly what Wen Chenqing needed most, having never before been the most important person in anyone’s intimate relationship.

She loved A-Jin, and she also derived a massive sense of satisfaction from this reliance.

Lingering affection was laid bare in her clear eyes.

Si Jinghua reached out to touch Wen Chenqing’s eyes, the corners of her lips hooking upward in pleasure: “Naturally, it counts.”

“Keep looking at me just like that.” Being stared at with such full-hearted devotion and affection, a subtle blush blossomed on her face. She breathed like an orchid against Wen Chenqing’s ear: “I like it.”

She kissed Wen Chenqing’s eyes. Through the thin eyelids, Si Jinghua could feel the trembling roll beneath her lips.

She licked lightly, noticing the trembling grew even more intense under the moist eyelid.

Si Jinghua’s eyes deepened, like a sea gathering a storm.

At night, upon the bed.

Wen Chenqing felt it was perfectly normal for a couple in the honeymoon phase to kiss simply because of a brief exchange of looks.

Because she liked her, seeing her made her feel she was so cute, so lovable, and made her want to kiss her so much—so naturally, they would kiss.

As they kissed, she once again proactively and slowly pulled away.

Familiar sensations manifested their presence in her body, and Wen Chenqing was now able to gradually ignore them.

After all, sleeping under the same quilt with the person you love and having a passionate kiss—it’s only normal to have “feelings.”

But tonight, things seemed a bit different.

She had just pulled back, her lips still glistening, when A-Jin hooked her neck like a water snake and kissed her again, her tongue-tip swirling to swallow everything.

“No more…” Wen Chenqing pressed against her neck, refusing in the gap between breaths.

If they kept kissing, she wouldn’t be able to control herself.

But as soon as she spoke, a slippery, soft tongue slipped through the gap again to entwine with hers.

She felt herself having “feelings,” so A-Jin probably had them too.

In the past when she pulled away, A-Jin wouldn’t pursue her. Why was this unspoken agreement broken tonight?

the corners of Si Jinghua’s eyes were crimson as she sought out Wen Chenqing’s hand, stroking her fingertips. While kissing her, she guided Wen Chenqing’s hand to touch her own collar.

The moment her fingertips made contact, Wen Chenqing’s nearly drowning reason returned slightly, and her brain cleared for a moment.

Under the hint of A-Jin’s movements, she moved with difficulty to avoid her kiss, speaking breathlessly: “We… it’s not quite appropriate for us to be like this right now.”

It was too fast; the progress was too fast.

Besides, this was ancient times; shouldn’t everyone be more conservative?

So thought the “proper person,” Wen Chenqing.

Si Jinghua pressed down on the hand that was trying to break free.

This press actually made Wen Chenqing’s hand press down more firmly. Feeling the sensation under her palm, her heart skipped a beat.

A-Jin’s voice was a bit hoarse: “What is inappropriate? You said I am your family; don’t you want to be with me for a long time? Since that’s the case, what are you still hesitating for?”

She lifted her leg, using her knee to gently nudge Wen Chenqing, her eyes brimming with the colors of spring. “A-Qing is suffering, and I am suffering too. Stop thinking about it.”

Wen Chenqing’s expression shifted, and her face turned instantly red. She hadn’t expected A-Jin to be so bold.

Facing this A-Jin, who was like a seductive ghost in the night, her reason was like a bow pulled to its limit. The string swaying and on the verge of snapping.

As a scalding heat traveled from her hand, there was a snap. The string broke.

Reason fled completely.

Yes, they would be together for a long time. Besides, both she and A-Jin wanted this. So even if they had more intimate contact now, surely it was fine?

Reclaiming the initiative, Wen Chenqing was stumbling yet careful.

The night deepened. With her head lowered, she trembled with moist eyelashes, once again throwing herself entirely into the moment.