The Amnesiac, Sickly Beauty Is Pregnant With My Dragon Cub - Chapter 13

Cang Lan had never imagined that a day would come when Yu Xuanji would throw a tantrum over such a trivial matter.

But she wasn’t some delicate baby dragon either; facing Yu Xuanji’s unreasonable demands, how could she possibly remain calm and expressionless?

Touching her scales was one thing, but Yu Xuanji actually wanted to touch her dragon horns! Those were meant only for the beloved heart’s desire she held most dear!

Cang Lan didn’t know where her beloved was, whether they were male or female, human or demon, dead or alive—but in any case, it was definitely not an abrupt human like Yu Xuanji.

Yu Xuanji sat at the desk, busy with who-knows-what. Cang Lan fished out a bronze mirror from her waist, originally intending to steal a glance at Yu Xuanji, but on second thought, she put the mirror back.

Hmph, what’s so good-looking about Yu Xuanji anyway?

In Ming Huang’s residence, Lu Xuan stood with her arms crossed over her sword, leaning against the railing. She squinted at this law-breaking, meddlesome, evil dragon.

Cang Lan sat with her legs crossed, her right hand slamming the table violently. The more she spoke, the more agitated she became, wiping her eyes with her other hand as she sobbed out her grievances: “Old Phoenix, you simply have no idea how unreasonable she is!”

Ming Huang smiled slightly and asked, “Oh? What happened? Did you have a spat with your lady?”

Cang Lan bit her lower lip and nodded fiercely. Realizing something was off, she shook her head again and said, “It wasn’t exactly a fight. It’s just that she said she wanted to touch my horns. When I wouldn’t let her, she said I didn’t love her. Don’t you think that’s just being unreasonable?”

Upon hearing this, Lu Xuan’s face filled with disdain as she furrowed her brows. One hand gripped her sword hilt as she stood opposite Cang Lan, looking ready to act, as if she wanted to shave her into a “dragon stick” just to vent some frustration.

Ming Huang did not look back, yet she sensed Lu Xuan’s intention. She gently pressed her hand over Lu Xuan’s knuckles and said softly, “Harmony is precious; let us not resort to fighting and killing.”

Lu Xuan retracted her longsword, let out a cold snort, and turned her head away without a word.

Ming Huang pulled a clay jar from beneath the table, gently opened the lid, and signaled for Cang Lan to take a look. Cang Lan lowered her eyes and was caught off guard by two large, pitch-black holes staring back at her. She jerked backward in fright, snapping angrily, “You scared the King!”

Lu Xuan let out a soft sneer, turned, and left the pavilion to fetch water for the vegetable garden.

A “distinctly jointed,” deathly pale palm reached out from the jar, clutching the edge as if trying to climb out.

Seeing this, Cang Lan pushed the skeletal hand back in and hastily covered the jar, her heart racing with fear. Luckily, she hadn’t brought this skeleton back to show Yu Xuanji; otherwise, that powerless, cowardly human would surely have been scared to death.

Ming Huang laughed, “What? To think the dignified Great Black Dragon King would actually be afraid of a bone demon with a thousand years of cultivation.”

Hearing the words “thousand years of cultivation,” Cang Lan realized how difficult it must have been for her subordinates to capture it. However, in her memory, all demons could change their appearance, yet from the day she first saw this bone demon, it had always looked like this.

Ming Huang continued, “I still don’t know its origin. It cannot speak, and it hides in the jar all day, refusing to come out. Since you are here today, help me persuade it.”

Cang Lan said with a look of astonishment, “Do you not know my temperament? If it doesn’t come out soon, I’ll use karmic fire to burn it to ash and scatter its remains!”

Ming Huang smiled and pleaded, “This demon is also pitiful. It has no name and its home is unknown. Your Majesty, show some mercy and spare it this once.”

Cang Lan snorted coldly, “I hate these tight-lipped demons the most. If I don’t give it a good thrashing, I won’t take the surname Cang!”

Just as she spoke, the black clay jar wobbled a few times on the table, rolled a full circle, and fell to the ground. A white light flashed, and the skeleton crawled out of the jar, curling up while clutching its two small shin bones.

Cang Lan stood up and stared down at it, but to her surprise, the bone demon reached out and hugged her leg. Startled, Cang Lan turned to look at Ming Huang and shook her leg, trying to fling it off.

Ming Huang extended a hand toward the bone demon. The little skeleton slowly stood up and used its slender boney hand to touch Ming Huang’s fingertips.

Just as the fingers of the human and the skeleton met, Lu Xuan, who had come out of the vegetable garden carrying a hoe, saw the scene clearly.

A golden light slowly poured from Ming Huang’s fingertips, enveloping the skeleton from head to toe.

Cang Lan stood by watching curiously. When she turned her head, she saw Lu Xuan’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot. Gloating, she leaned over and patted the other’s stiff shoulder.

Lu Xuan turned and walked away expressionless. Cang Lan followed close behind, laughing as she said, “Ah Xuan, why is your Old Phoenix so attentive to a bone demon today? Look at you—digging, planting, and hauling water—and that Old Phoenix hasn’t even glanced at you. Could it be that your weight in her heart has diminished?”

Cang Lan’s eyes darted around as she speculated, “Could it be that you bully her in bed all day and she can’t take it anymore, so she’s unwilling to pay you any mind?”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Lu Xuan threw a palm strike at her. Cang Lan dodged nimbly and hung from a crooked tree in the vegetable garden. Propping her chin on one hand, she said mischievously, “Oh my, someone’s getting angry out of embarrassment. Could it be I guessed right?”

The veins on Lu Xuan’s forehead throbbed. She pointed toward the gate and spat out a single word: “Get.”

Cang Lan jumped down from the tree as requested. Right in front of Lu Xuan, she climbed onto the top of the wall, squatted there, and laughed, “Fine, I’ll ‘get’ in a moment, but you have to answer one question first. I’m asking you, if you and the Old Phoenix have a conflict or a small spat, how do you coax her?”

Lu Xuan snorted coldly, “She and I have never had a rift. Don’t even think about driving a wedge between us!”

Cang Lan laughed, “I said if. I’m not saying there really is a rift. Can’t I just wish you a hundred years of harmony then?”

Lu Xuan snorted again. Cang Lan continued to grin, “Sister Ah Xuan, just help me out. You’ve followed the Old Phoenix for so many years; your affection is as firm as gold and you’re inseparable. You must know how to comfort someone.”

Lu Xuan’s face suddenly flushed red as she stammered, “That… that is naturally to… work a bit harder in bed, then… it will be fine.”

Cang Lan’s mouth fell wide open. she jumped off the wall and ran away.

When she returned to the cave, it was pitching black inside. Cang Lan’s pupils glowed brightly in the darkness; her vision was no different from daytime. Her hearing was also excellent; she could even hear Yu Xuanji’s light, quiet breathing behind the water curtain.

It seemed Yu Xuanji was already asleep. She should probably jump into the cold pond to keep her dark iron spear company.

Around midnight, Cang Lan stealthily climbed out of the pond. After shaking the icy water from her body, she quietly made her way to the bedroom in the dark. While turning a corner, she knocked a scroll of calligraphy off the desk.

Cang Lan’s dragon frame shuddered. She quickly knelt to pick up the scroll, gave it a haphazard roll, placed it back on the table, and tiptoed toward Yu Xuanji’s bed.

Yu Xuanji’s breathing was steady; she appeared to be in a deep sleep. Cang Lan stood silently at the head of the bed, staring intently at Yu Xuanji’s tranquil sleeping face, and couldn’t help but curl her lips into a smile.

As she watched, Cang Lan drifted into a daze. Under the faint moonlight, Yu Xuanji’s skin was as white as ice and snow, her features were like a painting, and her red lips were slightly pursed.

Cang Lan knew that if she kept watching like this, the “fire” in her body would be stirred up again. She bit the tip of her tongue, and upon tasting a hint of sharp pain, she slowly turned around.

But in the next second, her wrist was grabbed by a warm, soft hand.

Cang Lan’s body froze. She stood with her back to Yu Xuanji, not knowing what to do. Her breathing became erratic, and in her nervousness, she bit her tongue again, hissing as she sucked in a breath of cold air.

Yu Xuanji didn’t say a word. Cang Lan didn’t know if she was actually awake or if she had simply grabbed something in her sleep.

The hand just gripped her wrist tightly, without making any other “outrageous” moves. Cang Lan felt a mix of joy and worry, feeling Yu Xuanji’s body temperature slowly seep into the skin of her wrist, then spread through her entire body with lightning speed.

Cang Lan’s lips moved, and in a soft, gentle, yet slightly husky low voice, she said:

“Wife, what happened today was my fault. I know I was wrong.”