The Amnesiac, Sickly Beauty Is Pregnant With My Dragon Cub - Chapter 25.2

Cang Lan immediately became unhappy, asking with a slumped face, “Why! You clearly promised that I could have anything I wanted.”

Yu Xuanji frowned, her expression slightly odd: “I meant you could ask for anything related to me, and I would give it to you. But you aren’t allowed to eat those rabbits.”

Cang Lan was sulky. She knew Yu Xuanji still liked those stinky rabbits and was reluctant to catch them for her to cook. It turned out that in her lady’s heart, the weight of those stinky rabbits wasn’t small at all.

Cang Lan, unable to get over her anger, hopped out of Yu Xuanji’s arms.

She was quite slippery; Yu Xuanji reached out but failed to catch her. She asked in confusion, “Where are you going? I’ll massage you for a bit longer.”

Cang Lan made a face at Yu Xuanji and said, “It doesn’t hurt anymore. I’m going to wash the dishes.”

In the kitchen, Yu Xuanji stood behind Cang Lan. Seeing that she could already skillfully wash the pots and dishes without breaking them, she felt quite gratified.

Inside the kitchen, there was a specialized small box for trash. Usually, when it was full, it was given to Huang Liu to take out and burn.

Yu Xuanji didn’t see those meatballs that Cang Lan had ruined earlier and asked, “By the way, where are those meatballs you burnt?”

Cang Lan’s eyes widened slightly, and she said, “Oh, I had Huang Liu throw them out just now.”

Yu Xuanji didn’t think much of it and took the porcelain plate from Cang Lan’s hand, placing it on the wooden rack nearby.

Thousands of miles away in a bottomless abyss, there was a brightly lit cave dwelling; this was the Golden Eagle’s residence. Not being a social demon, she had claimed the mountain as her own and used this cliff as her home.

The Golden Eagle carried the box of radish meatballs back to her mountain cave, humming a tune all the way home, in a very good mood. She piously opened the delicacy made by her benefactor and leaned in to sniff it, only to smell a pungent odor as if someone had set the mountain on fire.

The color of the meatballs looked somewhat black, and they felt a bit hard to the touch. The Golden Eagle frowned, thinking this couldn’t really be poison. Recalling what Yu Xuanji had said not long ago, the Golden Eagle strengthened her resolve to eat them.

Since this dish was made by the benefactor—who was kind-hearted, spoke so gently, and was so skillful—the meatballs must be delicious.

The more the Golden Eagle thought, the more she felt something was off. The benefactor was so kind; why was she with this heinous Black Dragon? If she wasn’t kidnapped by the Black Dragon and forced to be the bandit’s wife through coercion, she really couldn’t think of any other reason.

The Golden Eagle pinched one, put it in her mouth, and chewed twice; it was crunchy and pricked her tongue. As she chewed, she felt the taste becoming stranger and stranger, and the expression on her face became more and more pained.

Just as she swallowed a mouthful, the Golden Eagle’s eyes rolled back, white foam came from her mouth, and with a “thud,” she collapsed to the ground, falling down the ten-thousand-foot cliff.

Far away in the Dragon Pond, Cang Lan picked up an identical wooden box and stuffed the golden-brown, crispy-on-the-outside, tender-on-the-inside radish meatballs into her mouth one by one. A cunning smile played at the corners of her lips.

Huang Liu squatted before Cang Lan with a cheeky grin and said, “Great King, my ‘substituting the peach for the plum’ trick worked well, didn’t it?”

Cang Lan pinched a meatball and tossed it into Huang Liu’s mouth, nodding with satisfaction: “Not bad. During this time, work hard to keep an eye on that bird. If she remains unrepentant and keeps pestering the Madam, just take her out!”

Huang Liu stood up straight: “Yes! Subordinate understands!”

After sending the three subordinates away, Cang Lan finally had a moment of peace, so she sat quietly in the study practicing her calligraphy.

Yu Xuanji had given her an order to read and practice writing every night; sometimes she would even conduct a special check before bed.

Cang Lan didn’t love writing or reading. Every time she saw Yu Xuanji effortlessly writing out copybooks for her, Cang Lan felt a sense of self-abasement.

Yu Xuanji told her that learning to write three characters every night was enough; there was no need for too many at once, as long as she learned them meticulously. But no matter how much Cang Lan practiced, the characters she wrote every time were the three of “Yu Xuanji.”

With a grand sweep of her brush, she wrote “Yu Xuanji” over and over on the white paper. If it didn’t look good, she would crumple the paper into a ball and write it again.

And so, after an unknown number of days of practice, Cang Lan could finally write the three characters “Yu Xuanji” somewhat neatly. She took out a piece of paper that looked pleasing to her eye, planning to show it to Yu Xuanji.

Usually at this time, Yu Xuanji would be in the bedroom making her undergarments. Cang Lan rolled up the paper and hid it behind her back, preparing to go to the bedroom to give her a surprise.

“Madam!”

Cang Lan happily hopped into the bedroom but didn’t see Yu Xuanji. However, there were two finished undergarments on the bed. She had heard Yu Xuanji mention them a few times; these round things that looked like two bowls seemed to be called some kind of “Xiong Zhao” (Undergarment/Bra – a pun on “Ill Omen”).

She didn’t know what kind of genius had come up with the name; their brain must have been caught in a door. Why call it an “Ill Omen” for no reason?

Cang Lan picked up one “Ill Omen” with her finger, stretched it out, and held it against her chest to measure it, unsure of how to actually wear it. She used water to conjure a mirror in the open space before her, pressed the “Ill Omen” tightly against her chest, and happily spun around a few times.

Whether it was an ill omen or a lucky omen, as long as it was made by the lady, she liked it immensely, no matter how big the “ill omen” was.

Cang Lan placed the “Ill Omen” on the bed, patted them, and said, “You two wait for me to come back before putting you on. I want the lady to help me wear you!”

Clutching the rolled-up paper, Cang Lan skipped out of the bedroom, calling for Yu Xuanji in the cave: “Madam, where are you? I’ve finished today’s three characters; they are beautifully written. Come and take a look for me.”

There was still no answer. Cang Lan became suspicious, thinking Yu Xuanji might have been abducted by some demon, which scared her into immediately releasing her divine sense to search the cave.

Yu Xuanji had one of her dragon scales on her wrist; she could track Yu Xuanji’s location at any time. If the distance between Yu Xuanji and her exceeded twenty meters, Cang Lan would receive an alarm from the scale, and the scale would immediately protect Yu Xuanji.

But currently, the scale showed no abnormality. Cang Lan breathed a sigh of relief and began looking for Yu Xuanji’s whereabouts.

Cang Lan got lost while searching in the cave. The tunnels of the Dragon Pond were intricate and complex; she had lived here for so many years yet still often got lost. She wondered if Yu Xuanji might also be lost.

The sound of trickling water reached her ears. Cang Lan slowly approached the sound and felt a warm current hit her. She then realized she had accidentally entered the hot springs within the cave.

The Dragon Pond was vast, with many natural hot spring vents inside—perfect spots for bathing.

Cang Lan remembered Yu Xuanji saying she wanted to soak a few days ago, so she had ordered Huang Liu and the others to clean up this large area of hot springs and add some curtains and screens.

Her heart gradually warmed up. The further Cang Lan walked, the hotter her heart became. She knew Yu Xuanji must be inside, probably soaking in the spring.

Cang Lan folded the paper and tucked it into her sleeve, tip-toeing inside.

Before her was the largest hot spring pool in the cave. Cang Lan took a deep breath and held it, her attention drawn to the screen.

The largest hot spring pool was completely hidden by the screen, but the woman’s slender body and beautiful, sexy curves were cast as a shadow upon it through the screen.

This was the scene Cang Lan saw upon entering. She clutched her thumping little heart and gingerly turned to walk out, but accidentally kicked over a wooden basin on the ground.

The clothes in the basin scattered everywhere, clattering and spinning on the ground several times before stopping. Cang Lan saw they were Yu Xuanji’s clothes, so she hurriedly picked them up, stuffed them back in, and prepared to slip away with the basin.

At that moment, Yu Xuanji’s voice suddenly came from behind the screen: “A-Lan, is that you? I didn’t bring a towel; please bring it over to me.”

Cang Lan stopped dead in her tracks, then walked toward the screen with her limbs moving in stiff unison, processing what Yu Xuanji had just said.

Towel? What’s a towel? Is it edible? What did the lady tell me to bring? Why did I come over here?

Cang Lan’s brain was already a mess. She absentmindedly agreed and ran to the kitchen.

Looking at the pile of pots and pans, as well as water buckets and flour buckets in the kitchen, Cang Lan mindlessly grabbed a bucket of flour and brought it over.

Cang Lan tossed the flour bucket over and was about to run when she was stopped by Yu Xuanji: “I asked you for a towel; why did you bring flour?”

The flour bucket was tossed back out. Cang Lan clutched the wooden bucket, her mind wandering. Her nose tickled, and she couldn’t help but sneeze; snowy white flour flew everywhere, covering her face.

Cang Lan wiped her face casually and patted her forehead twice, finally regaining some sanity. She put the flour back and, following Yu Xuanji’s instructions, took the towel used for wiping the body in her hand.

With her eyes fixed on the screen, Cang Lan knew that such a thing provided no obstruction to her eyes at all. If she wanted to see behind the screen, she only needed to blink.

But. But.

She couldn’t do such a thing to Yu Xuanji; it wasn’t right. If Xuanji found out, she might blame her again.

Cang Lan’s heart beat like a drum. She steeled herself and went behind the screen, only to have her face covered by the rising white steam the moment she entered.

Yu Xuanji was sitting in the hot spring pool. Through the layers of mist, she looked closely and let out a pfft-sound, laughing.

Cang Lan’s eyebrows, eyelashes, and nose were covered in a layer of white stuff, making her look like a big calico cat that had fallen into a flour bucket.

Yu Xuanji couldn’t help but smile: “A-Lan, what happened to your face?”

Cang Lan felt her face, which seemed a bit sticky. She took out a mirror to look and was startled by the “monster” in the reflection.

Yu Xuanji knew at a glance that Cang Lan had done something with the flour, which was why it was stuck to her face. She smiled and reached out an arm toward her: “Come here, let me wipe it for you.”

As Cang Lan approached Yu Xuanji, she smelled a scent that was a bit heavier than usual, mixed with a sweet and pleasant soap fragrance.

The hot spring water in the bath was bubbling. As Cang Lan’s face was about to be touched by Yu Xuanji, she dodged backward and shook her head, saying, “Madam, I… I can do it myself. You bathe first; call me if you need anything.”

Seeing Cang Lan flee, Yu Xuanji called out to her, “A-Lan, are you avoiding me?”

Cang Lan stumbled, stepping into a puddle of water and nearly slipping. She didn’t dare look back at the naked Yu Xuanji, so she could only say with her back to her, “I… I’m going out to wash the dishes. I’ll come back to accompany you later.”

Yu Xuanji stood up from the pool and walked toward Cang Lan from the other side, saying, “You already washed the dishes in the kitchen just now, have you forgotten?”

Cang Lan racked her brain again: “Then… the bed in the bedroom hasn’t been warmed yet. I’ll go warm the bed for you.”

Yu Xuanji added, “If you bathe with me, your body will be very hot, so there’s no need to warm the bed.”

Cang Lan swallowed and said haltingly, “But… but I… I still have…”

Yu Xuanji’s voice seemed to be getting closer and closer, as if she were speaking right into Cang Lan’s ear: “Do you dislike me? Are you unwilling even to bathe with me?”

Cang Lan turned around abruptly: “I don’t!”

Upon turning, her gaze met Yu Xuanji’s shimmering phoenix eyes. Cang Lan wanted to look away, but her eyes unfortunately landed on another part of the woman’s body.

That place was impossible to ignore and not to be underestimated. Cang Lan’s round golden pupils instantly became vertical slits, and even her breathing grew heavy.

Yu Xuanji stood in the center of the bath without a shred of covering, scrutinizing the frozen and dazed Cang Lan: “Are you coming over yet, or do you want me to come up and get you?”

Cang Lan shook her head, walking toward Yu Xuanji with stiff steps: “Madam, I… I don’t dare…”

Yu Xuanji asked in confusion, “What is there to be afraid of? Are you afraid you won’t be able to control yourself and do something to me?”

Cang Lan stiffened her neck and swallowed hard again, speaking the truth: “Mhm. Your health isn’t good; I’m afraid of doing something out of line to you.”

As she spoke, Cang Lan’s two legs involuntarily moved until she was before Yu Xuanji. She stood dazed at the edge of the pool, turning her head away awkwardly, her cheeks, neck, and ears turning an incredible shade of red.

Yu Xuanji smiled: “I am your lady; what is there to fear? We have been married for so long, yet we haven’t even had skin-to-skin intimacy. Don’t you want to?”

Cang Lan nodded as if possessed: “I do.”

Yu Xuanji slowly curved her lips and said, “In that case, come down and bathe with me.”

No sooner said than done—a splash of water erupted before Yu Xuanji, spraying her face.

Cang Lan had originally wanted to enter the water properly, but she would absolutely not admit now that she had slipped and accidentally fallen into the bath.

“Mph!”

Cang Lan’s nose and mouth were full of water. At this moment, she had forgotten she was a divine dragon; her two hands flailed above the surface, having swallowed an unknown amount of Yu Xuanji’s bathwater.