The Amnesiac, Sickly Beauty Is Pregnant With My Dragon Cub - Chapter 34.2

Yu Xuanji’s ear was pressed against Cang Lan’s heart, listening to the strong, rhythmic beating. She murmured, “But if it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have met you…”

Hearing Yu Xuanji’s voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz, Cang Lan couldn’t help but ask, “Wife, what did you say?”

Yu Xuanji shook her head and curled her lips. “Nothing. A-Lan, I’m tired. I want to sleep.”

Upon hearing this, Cang Lan immediately carried Yu Xuanji and gently placed her on the bed. Just as she was about to get down to help straighten the blankets, she was stopped. “A-Lan, come up and hold me. I can’t sleep without you.”

Cang Lan’s hand paused on the quilt. Then, she couldn’t wait to kicked off her shoes and climbed into bed. With a sweep of her arm, she pulled the weakened Yu Xuanji tightly into her embrace and kissed her brow again.

Nestled in Cang Lan’s arms, Yu Xuanji slowly closed her eyes.

Watching her breathing become steady and long, indicating she was deep asleep, Cang Lan used a scale to create a clone to hold Yu Xuanji while she quietly left the bedroom.

An Zhi and Ting Lan were busy in the kitchen. The Ginseng Baby was sitting on a small stool in front of the stove adding firewood. Seeing Cang Lan appear silently behind them, he smiled and said, “Long Long is here! Is Xuanji alright now?”

Cang Lan leaned against the doorframe, expressionlessly watching the two of them stew chicken soup.

Huang Liu stood to the side giving directions. The Iron-Eating Beast and the Gray Wolf Demon, two large monsters, came in carrying freshly chopped wood. The moment they stepped into the kitchen, they sensed the atmospheric pressure was wrong; their Great King seemed unhappy.

The Gray Wolf Demon had been by Cang Lan’s side for the most years and was naturally better at reading expressions. She stood behind Cang Lan, waved to Huang Liu, grabbed the Iron-Eating Beast—who was standing by the stove drooling and waiting for the meal—and fled in an instant.

An Zhi was stewing the soup. Seeing Cang Lan standing behind her, she thought she was there to help and handed her the ladle. “Do you want to try?”

Cang Lan took the ladle and spoke coldly, “Are you two hiding something from me?”

An Zhi’s eyes widened slightly. Seeing that they were about to be exposed, Ting Lan quickly blocked An Zhi, picked up the Ginseng Baby to take him out, and had An Zhi sit by the stove to manage the fire.

Ting Lan shook her head with a look of confusion. “What? Why would we hide anything from you?”

The icy look on Cang Lan’s face gradually faded, and she gave a cold snort. “I trust you wouldn’t dare.”

Ting Lan watched Cang Lan’s back and let out a silent sigh of relief. After a moment, she heard Cang Lan ask, “I ask you two, does my wife have many enemies back where you come from?”

An Zhi opened her mouth to speak, but Ting Lan glared at her to shut her up and immediately said, “Master is usually kind-hearted and charitable; she is even a very famous philanthropist. Enemies… she shouldn’t have any, right?”

Cang Lan said flatly, “But when she fell into the Wilderness, her meridians were severed and she was covered in blood. When I found her, she had only one breath left. If it wasn’t an enemy pursuit, could she have done it to herself? This King advises you both to tell the truth.”

Ting Lan thought for a moment and said, “But we truly do not know if Master has enemies. Master usually socializes very little, has few friends, and doesn’t like us following her. She is incredibly wealthy with assets all over the world, but in truth, she is often very lonely. She is always alone.”

Cang Lan’s hand stirring the soup paused for a moment at the last sentence.

Seeing this, Ting Lan continued, “Cang Lan, you are the only one I’ve seen who can get close to Master—even though you aren’t human.”

These words didn’t sound particularly pleasant, almost like an insult. However, Cang Lan reconsidered—she wasn’t human—so she put it out of her mind and didn’t hold a grudge against the little ghost.

Listening to Ting Lan’s words, Cang Lan felt a secret joy in her heart, but she still pretended to be nonchalant. “Then, when Xuanji was over there, aside from me, were there really no other confidants?”

Ting Lan nodded. “That’s right. Master never gets close to humans or demons. In all the years I’ve been with her, you are the first.”

Cang Lan’s secret joy turned into visible delight. She couldn’t help but curl her lips, saying smugly, “This King knew it. I am the woman she loves most in this life.”

An Zhi, sitting by the stove, bared her teeth at such mushy words but was pulled back by Ting Lan’s cough. She also joined in the praise: “Yes, we’ve been with Master for quite a few years, and it’s the first time we’ve seen Master like someone so, so, so much. Right, Ting Lan?”

Cang Lan rested her hand on her forehead, pretending to be very busy by lifting the pot lid and putting it back down—over and over again, a dozen times. It was unclear what she was actually doing.

Seeing this, An Zhi couldn’t help but mutter softly, “At this rate, the chicken in the pot is going to catch a cold from the draft you’re making.”

Hearing this, Ting Lan quickly shook her head at An Zhi, signaling her to shut up and stop talking nonsense.

An Zhi signaled she understood. She was adding wood when, in a moment of inattention, she stuck her hand into the bottom of the stove. Since her body was made of wood, it was highly flammable; it caught fire the moment it touched a spark.

“AAAAAHHH!”

An Zhi screamed in agony, jumping up and down as she waved her blazing right arm.

Ting Lan quickly grabbed her hand and lifted it, plunging the burning arm into the water vat. As a scorched smell wafted through the air, the flames were finally extinguished.

An Zhi stared at the right hand she had worked so hard to make; it had been burnt to charcoal. She cried to Ting Lan, “It’s all your fault! Why did you make me tend the fire? Now look, my hand is gone! You have to pay me back a hand!”

Ting Lan helplessly coaxed her, saying, “Alright, alright, I’ll find you a new piece of wood in a moment. Stop crying.”

Cang Lan hated whiny people the most. In the blink of an eye, she vanished and reappeared with a piece of pale red wood. She tossed it to Ting Lan. “Catch.”

Ting Lan asked in confusion, “What kind of wood is this?”

Cang Lan said expressionlessly, “This is a branch from the Fusang Divine Tree. It is impervious to fire and water, invulnerable to blades, and harder than dark iron.”

Having said that, Cang Lan ladled out a bowl of chicken soup and turned to leave.

An Zhi and Ting Lan looked at each other. “Is she… helping me?”

Ting Lan nodded. “Indeed. She’s a good dragon. Though she has a bad temper and is a bit fierce, she is wholeheartedly good to Master.”

An Zhi sighed. “She really is devoted. No wonder Master has never forgotten her all these years.”

Ting Lan covered her mouth and said with frustration, “Trouble comes from the mouth. Master told me to watch you and make sure you don’t speak carelessly. You must remember this. If you say one wrong thing, it could lead to disaster.”

An Zhi sat on the stool and said, “I know. Hiding this for a while is fine, but paper cannot wrap fire—there is no wall in the world that doesn’t leak. You can hide it for a moment, but not for a lifetime.”

Ting Lan pinched a chicken foot and stuffed it into An Zhi’s mouth, sighing. “There’s nothing we can do about that. Master is so clever; she will surely think of a way to deal with it. We don’t need to worry.”

The two of them shared the chicken feet. Although they couldn’t actually taste anything, they at least got to enjoy the sensation of gnawing on it.

Cang Lan stood behind the kitchen door, quietly listening to their conversation. She looked down at the fragrant chicken soup in her hands. Her originally drooping lips gradually curled upward as she walked toward the bedroom.

Yu Xuanji was already fast asleep. Cang Lan stood silently by the bed, her gaze lingering deeply on her sleeping face.

The chicken soup was golden and fragrant, but Cang Lan had no appetite. She sat by the bed, placed the soup on the nightstand, and stared unblinkingly at Yu Xuanji’s face.

Although she had lost a fair amount of blood these past few days, her complexion had been improving after being nourished by Cang Lan’s essence blood earlier. Her lips were becoming redder, and her cheeks were a healthy white-and-pink.

Cang Lan thought that if eating dragon meat and drinking dragon blood could prolong Yu Xuanji’s life, she wouldn’t mind cutting off her own flesh every day to feed her.

However, her wife had told her not to harm herself. But if she did it secretly and put the meat in the chicken soup to boil, her wife probably wouldn’t be able to tell.

Cang Lan tilted her head, her eyes revealing emotions that others couldn’t understand. Her estrus period had not yet passed, and her mind still occasionally slipped from her control, falling into a state dominated by primal desires.

During estrus, all of Cang Lan’s senses were infinitely magnified. Standing at the cave entrance, she could clearly hear Yu Xuanji’s steady, long breaths.

Usually, Yu Xuanji smelled of a faint floral fragrance. Now, her entire body was covered in Cang Lan’s scent, and the fragrance was even more intoxicating than usual, mixed with the intense scent of dragon ambergris.

Normally, dragon ambergris had little scent, but with the onset of estrus, its smell was a hundred times more potent, and its effects were increased a thousandfold.

In her groggy state, Yu Xuanji would often wrap her arms around Cang Lan’s neck, bury her face in her chest, and constantly praise how good she smelled.

Cang Lan gently took Yu Xuanji’s wrist, her fingertips slowly stroking the soft, smooth back of her hand, naturally and skillfully sliding her fingers into the gaps between Yu Xuanji’s fingers.

With Yu Xuanji’s eyes tightly shut, the curve of her soft, beautiful profile looked like a piece of jade polished by spring water. Cang Lan reached out and stroked her cheek, a look of obsession appearing in her eyes.

“Wife, Xuanji,” Cang Lan murmured softly. Knowing that Yu Xuanji wouldn’t wake up anytime soon, she grew bold and pressed closer, using her lips to touch her soft, delicate chin. “Xuanji… Xuanji…”

Cang Lan nuzzled against Yu Xuanji, sniffing her deeply and using her dragon breath to re-imprint her scent onto her skin from head to toe.

After finishing this, Cang Lan stared intently at Yu Xuanji’s legs. After staring for a long while, she slowly averted her gaze, her movements stiff like a puppet.

Over the past half month, whenever Cang Lan got a little too close, Yu Xuanji would cry out in pain from time to time, breaking into a cold sweat with her lips turning pale.

Cang Lan wanted her, yet she feared her pain, and she couldn’t bear to see her suffer, so she had no choice but to stop.

A dragon in estrus possesses incredibly powerful physical strength; even the body acts independently of the brain. Cang Lan was in a daze herself, but she knew one thing: Yu Xuanji was human. She wasn’t a demon or a monster; she was fragile. As fragile as a tender sprout that had not yet grown its branches.

Cang Lan obsessively kissed Yu Xuanji’s palm, her cheek pressed affectionately against the back of her hand. “No matter who is in your heart, you are mine. No one can take you away.”