The Amnesiac, Sickly Beauty Is Pregnant With My Dragon Cub - Chapter 11

The sun was at its peak, but beneath the giant, towering trees, a cool breeze rustled through. Cang Lan and Yu Xuanji sat facing each other, a tea set placed before them.

This tea set had been “offered” to Cang Lan three months ago by a thousand-year-old tree demon from a neighboring mountain. Cang Lan was the only true dragon in the Desolate Wilds, possessing the power to call the wind, summon the rain, and shake the very foundations of the earth. Since the dawn of creation, the Desolate Wilds had been plagued by drought; however, ever since Cang Lan arrived, rain fell intermittently. To the demons and monsters living there, she was nothing short of a savior sent from the heavens.

Though Cang Lan was usually arrogant and domineering, often enjoying catching fluffy little demons to play with, the vast majority of the inhabitants of the Desolate Wilds only complained under their breath. They were terrified of offending her, lest she stop providing the rain.

Initially, Cang Lan had conquered these thousand-year-old great demons through sheer force. Gradually, however, as they realized her ability to control the weather, they began to revere her as the “God of the Desolate Wilds.” Every three months, the demon kings of each mountain would personally bring rare treasures and curiosities to present to her, catering to her whims.

The next offering day was only a few days away, and the great demon kings would all arrive in person. Cang Lan didn’t usually care for crowds; the demon kings simply had to hand over the treasures to Huang Liu and the others before departing.

Cang Lan stared at the shimmering glass cup in front of her. She drained the pale green tea in one gulp, only for a bitter taste to instantly coat her tongue and the back of her throat. Her entire face puckered up as she sprinted to the base of a tree, retching in visible agony.

Seeing this, Yu Xuanji set down her glass cup. She gently wrapped an arm around Cang Lan’s waist while her other hand stroked the dragon’s back up and down, her eyes filled with heartache. “A-Lan, what’s wrong? It was just a bit of tea; why such a strong reaction?”

Cang Lan choked out, “Wife… the tea… it’s terrible. Where did you get it from?”

Yu Xuanji turned to look at Huang Liu, who was also grimacing from the bitterness. Seeing the yellow weasel spitting out sour bile while kneeling under the tree in a wail of misery, Yu Xuanji could only say, “I found it. It had the word ‘Tea’ written on it, so I pried off a piece and brewed it.”

Noticing that Yu Xuanji had drunk the tea yet remained perfectly composed, Cang Lan asked in confusion, “Wife, this tea is sour and astringent. How can you have no reaction at all?”

Yu Xuanji’s lips curled into a soft smile. “I didn’t taste much bitterness. On the contrary, it has a bit of a sweet aftertaste. My mouth feels quite sweet right now.”

Cang Lan’s gaze was drawn to Yu Xuanji’s pale red lips. She blurted out mindlessly, “Let me taste.”

Yu Xuanji froze for a second. Her lips curved upward in a soft, supple arc as she asked playfully, “A-Lan, what did you just say?”

Cang Lan’s face flushed a burning red. Her ears felt scorched, turning a deep crimson that looked as though it might drip blood. Even though they were hidden beneath her obsidian hair, the keen-eyed Yu Xuanji noticed immediately.

Yu Xuanji reached out a hand, gently brushing away a lock of hair by Cang Lan’s temple, taking the opportunity to pinch her scorching, soft earlobe.

Cang Lan turned her face away, clenching her jaw. She didn’t dare look Yu Xuanji in the eye, saying guiltily, “I… I said… I want to…”

She stole a glance at Yu Xuanji from the corner of her eye. Seeing the other woman smiling like a spring breeze, her face flushed even harder.

Cang Lan shook her head. “I didn’t say anything. You didn’t hear a thing.”

Yu Xuanji’s smile widened. “But I clearly heard you say you wanted to taste—mmph!”

Her mouth was suddenly covered by Cang Lan’s hand.

As Cang Lan pressed her palm against Yu Xuanji’s mouth, she felt the soft, warm lips against her skin, accompanied by a slight sensation of moisture. Her heart skipped several beats. The spot touched by Yu Xuanji’s lips felt hot and numb, a sensation that spread through her entire body with lightning speed—a reaction even more intense than being struck by heavenly lightning.

Yu Xuanji didn’t know what had come over her, but Cang Lan suddenly released her grip and dove headfirst into the soil, beginning to weed and dig the earth with even more vigor and speed than before.

Huang Liu, squatting under the Bodhi tree, finally finished vomiting. She had even managed to bring up the mountain chicken she’d eaten that morning.

Yu Xuanji poured a cup of plain water and brought it over, concerned. “Huang Liu, are you alright?”

Flattered and overwhelmed, Huang Liu took the water and gulped it down. The sour, astringent bitterness in her mouth was finally diluted. With a contorted expression, she gasped, “Thank you, Madam… urgh…”

While buried in her digging, Cang Lan kept a close watch on Yu Xuanji from the corner of her eye. Seeing Yu Xuanji treat that yellow weasel with even more tenderness than herself, the bitterness on the back of her tongue seemed to spread through her entire mouth, leaving her throat feeling sour and stung.

Clearly, she, Cang Lan, was Yu Xuanji’s “wife,” yet Yu Xuanji was gentle to everyone. Cang Lan felt it wasn’t enough; she wanted all of Yu Xuanji’s thoughts and attention focused solely on her.

At that thought, Cang Lan’s pale gold eyes darted around. She used a transformation spell to create a clone and slipped away to Tushan Bai’s fox den.

Tu Shanbai was sitting at her desk, working on the final forty chapters of her web novel. Seeing the dragon barge in without a word, she felt a sudden pang of guilt.

However, Cang Lan’s mind was entirely occupied with how to win Yu Xuanji’s favor and keep her heart, so she failed to notice the fox spirit’s abnormal behavior.

Tushan bai quietly covered her manuscript, set down her brush, and said with a smile, “What brings you here?”

On the surface, she appeared calm, but inside she was panicking, thinking the wicked dragon had discovered she was being written into the story and had come to settle the score.

Cang Lan said listlessly, “Tushan, let me ask you: do you have any way to make a woman completely devoted to me? Lately, my wife’s attention is always on those long-haired subordinates of mine. She doesn’t even like petting me anymore.”

Tushan Bai hadn’t expected this terrifying dragon to be such a devoted lover. After a moment of thought, she said, “To capture a woman’s heart, you must first seize her stomach.”

Hearing this, Cang Lan’s face twisted in horror. “What?! You want me to rip out her stomach? You foul fox, what kind of evil intentions do you have?”

Tushan Bai: “……”

She rubbed her temples forcefully, staring at the dim-witted dragon. Clenching her teeth while maintaining a strained smile, she explained weakly, “No, you misunderstand. I mean you need to develop excellent cooking skills. Feed your precious wife until she is full and satisfied, and then she will be devoted to you.”

Cang Lan asked skeptically, “Really?”

Tushan Bai nodded. “Yes. However, cooking requires talent. You—”

Before she could finish, the black dragon soared out the door in the blink of an eye. Her thick, powerful dragon tail accidentally smashed Tu Shanbai’s newly built picket fence to pieces.

Tushan Bai finally lost her cool and burst into curses.

Having “successfully” obtained the secret to love, Cang Lan flew happily through the sky. As soon as she landed, she dove into the kitchen, locking herself inside to focus on her culinary masterpiece.

After finishing her pot of tea, Yu Xuanji noticed Cang Lan hadn’t come out of the cave. Curiously, she walked in to take a look.

At that moment, the Iron-Eating Beast (Panda) and the Gray Wolf demon, who had finished their patrol, also followed the noise. Seeing their King in the kitchen making a rhythmic ping-pang noise—as if practicing some secret martial arts manual—they peeked inside.

Cang Lan was wielding an iron wok. Inside was something pitch-black and unrecognizable, emitting plumes of dark smoke and a pungent, burnt smell.

Yu Xuanji frowned. She had clearly seen Cang Lan put several bright red carrots into the pot earlier, but after being blasted by dragon fire, they had turned into lumps of charcoal.

The subordinates, however, were quick to flatter: “Wow! Our King’s wok-tossing technique is so beautiful! It’s truly world-shaking, a model for our generation!”

Yu Xuanji stood quietly at the door. She watched as the pot of carrot soup gradually turned a deep purple and began to bubble aggressively. She could only curl her lips in a helpless smile.

When the food was served, Yu Xuanji sat in the seat of honor. Looking at the three dishes and one soup of bizarre colors, she picked up her chopsticks with calm composure.

The subordinates were eager, staring at the “delicacies” Cang Lan had prepared while drooling.

The Iron-Eating Beast was the greediest of the three. Having transformed into a human, she appeared as a plump, curvaceous beauty, hovering her chopsticks over the table.

Huang Liu couldn’t wait any longer. “The King’s handiwork is so skillful! To even let us sit at the table—this is a blessing we’ve earned over several lifetimes.”

Cang Lan emerged from the kitchen with the final dish, placing a steamed fish—scales and guts still intact—in the center. This dish was “ingenious”; the body was cooked, yet the mouth was still stubbornly twitching. It looked like it had “died with its eyes open.”

As a fish, to be cooked in such a manner was truly the shame of its species. It had died in vain.

Under Cang Lan’s expectant gaze, Yu Xuanji used her chopsticks to pick up a small sphere that looked somewhat like a fish ball. She smiled and said, “A-Lan, I don’t recall you bringing any meatballs back with you.”

Cang Lan said with a look of pride, “That’s right! I made that fish ball myself just now. I used my full strength to knead it!”

Yu Xuanji slowly put the “fish ball” into her mouth. She chewed twice and nodded with a slight smile. “Mm, the taste is not bad.”

The three demons were green with envy, their mouths watering. Upon receiving Cang Lan’s command to start eating, each of them picked up a “fish ball” and placed it in their mouths as if tasting a rare treasure.

After two chews, the smiles on the three demons’ faces froze.

The Gray Wolf and the Iron-Eating Beast began coughing violently, as if they were about to hack up their lungs. Reverting to their original animal forms, they ran out of the cave, shoving their paws down their throats to try and purge the “poison.”

Only the yellow weasel, whose cultivation was the weakest, began foaming at the mouth. Her eyes rolled back, her body went stiff, and she fell straight to the ground. Her hands clawed at her own throat, motionless—it seemed she had already “passed on” for a while.

Yu Xuanji took the opportunity to set down her chopsticks. “Quick, save her!”