The Amnesiac, Sickly Beauty Is Pregnant With My Dragon Cub - Chapter 36.1

“A-Lan… A-Lan…”

Cang Lan slowly opened her eyes. Coming into view was the snowy-white lower half of Yu Xuanji’s chin. She murmured in a hoarse voice, “Wife, I just dreamed that you married me.”

Yu Xuanji’s face was pale. Before she could speak, she was pulled into a firm embrace by Cang Lan, who rubbed against her chest like a spoiled child. “Wife, wife, wife… although I haven’t seen your face clearly yet, I know that the person in the bridal sedan must be you. You’ve come to marry me, haven’t you?”

A cough sounded from not far away. The blissful smile overflowing from the corners of Cang Lan’s lips gradually froze. She turned her head stiffly, only to see Ming Huang standing in the corner with a smile, while Lu Xuan stood behind her expressionless, her face full of disdain and contempt.

Cang Lan: “…”

Cang Lan looked at Yu Xuanji, then glanced back at the two people, and suddenly buried her head into Yu Xuanji’s abdomen, hiding her entire face. A soft, aggrieved whimper escaped her nose.

Yu Xuanji had no choice but to let Cang Lan hold her, gently patting her back to comfort her. “It’s alright, you’ve woken up now. Thanks to Ming Huang’s timely assistance, both of us were saved.”

What Cang Lan felt aggrieved about wasn’t that, but rather the fact that as soon as she woke up, she was surrounded and watched by so many people, and she had even said a bunch of mushy words. What was worse was that those words were heard clearly by that old Phoenix.

Seeing Cang Lan acting like a child who hadn’t been weaned yet, the Phoenix shifted her gaze elsewhere and said with a smile, “The nightmare has been lifted. Fortunately, An Zhi and the others arrived in time; otherwise, the two of you would have been trapped in that nightmare forever.”

Cang Lan revealed half an eye and asked in confusion, “Aren’t nightmares supposed to be terrifying dreams? But why was what I saw not scary at all?”

Ming Huang shook her head. “A-Lan, remember this well: do not try to remember anything related to that dream, and do not reflect upon it. Do you understand?”

The confusion in Cang Lan’s eyes deepened. “Why?”

Yu Xuanji remained silent, merely casting a quiet gaze toward Ming Huang. Ming Huang gazed into Yu Xuanji’s eyes and sighed softly, smiling. “If too much time passes, you will lose the ability to distinguish between reality and the dream, and you might even do things to harm yourself.”

Cang Lan looked up at Yu Xuanji. Seeing Yu Xuanji’s originally indifferent gaze instantly turn soft, she nodded and said with a smile, “Yes, Ming Huang is right. Let’s just forget everything seen in the dream today. I will be by your side to accompany you always, so why think about those nonexistent illusions?”

Cang Lan nodded obediently. “Mm, I’ll listen to my wife. I won’t think about it.”

Ming Huang took a small celadon porcelain bottle from her cosmic bag and placed it in Yu Xuanji’s palm, instructing, “These are Spirit-Soothing Pills. If a nightmare appears again, just take one.”

Yu Xuanji nodded slightly. “Thank you.”

Standing at the bedroom door, Ming Huang turned back to look at Yu Xuanji, who was bowing her head to coax Cang Lan, and said, “Just like nightmares, some things that occur naturally must not be subject to human interference. Miss Xuanji, take good care of A-Lan.”

Hearing Ming Huang’s cryptic words, Cang Lan—whose brain was still muddled from just waking up—didn’t understand what she meant. She looked up at Yu Xuanji and asked, “Wife, what did the old Phoenix mean just now?”

Yu Xuanji smiled lightly. “She meant for you to rest well. Close your eyes first; you’ll be fine after a nap.”

Cang Lan turned over, hugged Yu Xuanji’s waist, and rubbed against her side. “Wife, I’m not sleepy anymore. Will you tell me a story?”

Yu Xuanji lowered her eyes and looked at Cang Lan tenderly. “Alright, what story do you want to hear?”

Cang Lan thought for a moment, remembering that Tushan Bai had said he wanted to gift Yu Xuanji a set of storybooks. She had a sudden inspiration and said, “Wife, I want to hear you read the storybooks Tushan Bai wrote.”

Yu Xuanji was stunned. “This… don’t you usually like hearing Dream of the Red Chamber? Why are you suddenly interested in these stories?”

Cang Lan said, “I get bored listening to Dream of the Red Chamber all the time. I want to change the flavor. Wife, read it to me, I want to hear it!”

Yu Xuanji bit her lower lip and pulled a book titled The Overbearing Black Dragon’s Ruthless Love from the bedside bookshelf. She debated whether to make up a story to trick her; otherwise, if Cang Lan discovered she had been written into a storybook by Tushan Bai, she would likely jump up in anger.

Thinking of this, Yu Xuanji decided to weave a “kind lie” for Cang Lan. She flipped to the first page and, taking advantage of the fact that Cang Lan was illiterate, cleared her throat and slowly read: “Legend has it that deep within the Desolate Wilds, there lived a Great Black Dragon King. She was clever, gentle, powerful, and kind…”

Before Yu Xuanji could finish a single sentence, Cang Lan impatiently interrupted her: “Wife, the black dragon in this story sounds a bit familiar. It seems to be talking about me.”

Yu Xuanji suppressed the upward curve of her lips. “Mm, I think it’s talking about you, too.”

Cang Lan curled her lips and said with a beaming smile, “That’s right. This King is exceptionally brilliant and possesses heaven-defying magical powers. Besides this King, who else could achieve such things?”

Yu Xuanji followed along and nodded in agreement. “Yes, yes, you are the most amazing. Now lie down properly, and you aren’t allowed to put your hand inside my clothes.”

Cang Lan guiltily withdrew her hand from beneath Yu Xuanji’s hem, muttering, “I wasn’t doing anything else, I just wanted to warm my wife’s belly.”

Yu Xuanji saw through her but didn’t call her out. “Wait until it’s dark to warm it. The sun hasn’t set yet.”

Just as she finished speaking, Cang Lan looked up at the skylight. The sun and moon began to rotate, and in almost the blink of an eye, the sun slowly set behind the mountains.

Yu Xuanji followed Cang Lan’s gaze upward and laughed helplessly. “Fine, after I finish the bedtime story, we’ll rest.”

Cang Lan happily placed her hand on Yu Xuanji’s belly and said with a giggle, “Wife treats me so well. My wife is the person who loves me most in this world.”

Yu Xuanji curled her lips and held Cang Lan tightly in her arms, whispering softly, “You are also the only person I can rely on in this world.”

Hearing these words, Cang Lan hoped even more that she could recover her past memories. Her wife said she was the only one she could rely on—did that mean her wife’s parents were no longer around?

Cang Lan didn’t know what Yu Xuanji’s past was like before they met, but from what she understood, her wife must have been very unhappy.

Seeing Cang Lan standing as still as a block of wood, her eyes staring blankly into the distance, Yu Xuanji waved her hand gently in front of her eyes. “A-Lan, what are you thinking about?”

Cang Lan answered, “Wife, why hasn’t your amnesia improved yet? The old Phoenix told me that amnesia is caused by hitting your head and injuring your brain, but all the wounds on your body have healed, so the injury in your brain should have naturally healed as well. Why can’t you remember anything from before?”

At this moment, Cang Lan’s heart was both excited and lost. She really wanted to know about Yu Xuanji’s past, but at the same time, she didn’t really want Yu Xuanji to remember. She had originally taken advantage of Yu Xuanji’s amnesia to bring her back to her lair and used many sweet words to deceive her. If Yu Xuanji truly recovered her memories, she would definitely leave her.

Cang Lan was afraid; she would absolutely not allow such a thing to happen. But something even more terrifying occurred to her: if Yu Xuanji had been entangled with some bastard before meeting her, and if she really recovered her memories, wouldn’t she, Cang Lan, be stuck in a terrible position?

Absolutely not!

Cang Lan’s original hope for Yu Xuanji to recover her memories collapsed instantly. She wanted Yu Xuanji to love only her from beginning to end. She would definitely not let Yu Xuanji recover her memories.

Yu Xuanji could only be her wife alone; no one could take her wife away.

A hand gently stroked Cang Lan’s neck. She looked up and met Yu Xuanji’s puzzled eyes. “A-Lan, I called you several times just now but you didn’t answer. I thought you had fallen asleep.”

Cang Lan said guiltily, “Oh, I… I… I’m a bit hungry. I was thinking about what to eat later. What does my wife want to eat? I’ll go make it for you.”

As Cang Lan spoke, she guiltily tried to climb off Yu Xuanji, but was held down by the neck. “You’ve just woken from a nightmare, and your mind is still unstable. Let An Zhi and Ting Lan do it. Lie down and sleep for a while; when it’s ready, I’ll wake you up to eat.”

Being told this by Yu Xuanji, Cang Lan nodded and obediently closed her eyes.

After Cang Lan fell asleep, Yu Xuanji wanted to get out of bed and leave the bedroom, but Cang Lan held her tightly and wouldn’t let go. Yu Xuanji had no choice but to let her soul leave her body and go outside the cave.

Under the Bodhi tree, Ming Huang had not yet departed and was standing under the tree waiting for Yu Xuanji.

Seeing Yu Xuanji come out in soul form, Ming Huang laughed. “What, she clings to you so tightly she won’t even let go while sleeping?”

Yu Xuanji nodded. “Mm, she likes it. I was afraid of waking her, so I came out like this.”

Ming Huang sat on a stone stool and motioned for Yu Xuanji to sit. “Miss Xuanji, this incident wasn’t an accident, was it?”

Yu Xuanji lowered her eyelids. “I did it.”