The Amnesiac, Sickly Beauty Is Pregnant With My Dragon Cub - Chapter 36.2

Ming Huang asked, “You told me before that you would never mention the past again. Why did you… today?”

Yu Xuanji opened her mouth, remained silent for a moment, and then said, “A-Lan thinks she is just a substitute I found. These past few days, she has been constantly talking about it. It’s my fault for letting it slip in the dream. I really don’t know what to do anymore.”

Ming Huang smiled. “Wanting her to remember, yet being afraid of her remembering, and being unwilling to let her remember. Miss Xuanji, this is actually just human nature. You don’t need to blame yourself; just let everything take its natural course.”

Yu Xuanji shook her head. “From beginning to end, I have loved only her. There has never been anyone else in my heart. I don’t want her to misunderstand because of this. An Zhi told me that she hid in a corner and cried non-stop because of this, but in front of me, she acts as if nothing is wrong, all smiles and playfulness. It really pains my heart.”

Ming Huang comforted her. “If you’re afraid she’ll be sad, you can simply tell her that you only have her in your heart. Whisper it in her ear every moment.”

Yu Xuanji laughed helplessly and said, “As you know, she is very narrow-minded. She says she doesn’t care and acts calm and breezy, but in reality, her heart has already been jealous hundreds and thousands of times over.”

Ming Huang couldn’t help but laugh. “I actually forgot about that. Whether in the past or now, her habit of being randomly jealous can never be cured.”

Yu Xuanji nodded and smiled. “Indeed.”

Ming Huang added, “By the way, I came this time to say goodbye. I have to leave the Desolate Wilds for a period of time. I’ll leave A-Lan and A-Xuan in your care. During the years you were gone, the two of them were raised under my knee and fought every single day. They really were two little rascals.”

Yu Xuanji asked, “Where are you going? Don’t tell me something happened over at Danxue Mountain?”

Ming Huang nodded. “There’s a problem with the seal I left at Danxue Mountain. The Demon Sovereign has escaped and is attempting to open the seal of the Desolate Wilds.”

Yu Xuanji hesitated to speak. “But if you show your face, then wouldn’t the Demon Sovereign…”

Ming Huang instructed, “It’s fine; this is heaven’s will. You must also be careful. Yu Linlang was released by the Demon Sovereign, and she has always regarded you as her mortal enemy. That’s all for now. I’m entrusting A-Xuan to you.”

Yu Xuanji saw Ming Huang pull a black cat from her lap and reached out to take it. The black cat’s fur was bright and smooth, feeling soft and warm to the touch. It opened two round, emerald-like eyes. She had always liked fluffy little animals, so she couldn’t help but stroke A-Xuan’s head a few more times. A-Xuan was obedient and let her pet it, but its bright eyes were fixed intently on Ming Huang.

Ming Huang said with a smile, “A-Xuan doesn’t eat much, works hard, is quiet during the day, and can even help you farm and tend to flowers.” At this point, Ming Huang added another sentence: “A-Xuan is also a good cook.”

Yu Xuanji laughed lightly. “My A-Lan is also a very good cook.”

Ming Huang felt a bit of a toothache from the sweetness, thinking to herself that love truly blinds people’s eyes.

Yu Xuanji held A-Xuan and stroked its soft little paws, waving goodbye to Ming Huang’s receding back. “Have a safe journey.”

After Ming Huang left, Yu Xuanji smiled and stroked A-Xuan’s fluffy head. Just by looking at its drooping tail, she knew how much it missed Ming Huang. Yu Xuanji comforted it for a while, but then she suddenly bumped into a soft chest behind her. Looking up, she saw Cang Lan’s cold eyes staring deathly at her, constantly sizing up the black cat in her arms.

Cang Lan said expressionlessly but with a sarcastic tone, “So my wife coaxed me to sleep just to come out and see this stinky cat.” Her hand gently pinched Yu Xuanji’s chin to tilt it up, and she sniffed Yu Xuanji’s lips, saying with a smile, “It’s my wife’s soul. This must be the work of that old Phoenix.”

Yu Xuanji moved her lips to speak, but Cang Lan quickly grabbed her waist, and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared from the spot. When she opened her eyes again, she saw the stone walls of the bedroom and that bright skylight.

Yu Xuanji blinked, and just as she raised a finger, she was pinned down by Cang Lan. The two faced each other. Cang Lan stared intently at Yu Xuanji with her golden eyes, which had already transformed into vertical pupils. “I just woke up and found that my wife’s body had no breath and no heartbeat. It really scared me to death.”

Cang Lan stroked Yu Xuanji’s cheek and slowly raised her chin, biting once on those pale pink lips. “Does my wife know how scared I was? I couldn’t sense your heartbeat. I thought you…”

Yu Xuanji cupped Cang Lan’s cheeks and kissed her mouth hard, saying, “A-Lan, it was like this: Ming Huang looked for me just now because she wanted to entrust A-Xuan to me for the time being. Since I couldn’t get away, I…”

Cang Lan pulled back the corners of her mouth and smiled. “Oh, so that’s how it was.”

Yu Xuanji breathed a sigh of relief, only to hear Cang Lan say in the next second, “Is that so? Why would the old Phoenix give A-Xuan to you and not someone else? She did it on purpose. I’m going to go slaughter that black cat.”

Before her words even landed, Cang Lan got up from Yu Xuanji, prepared to pull out her long spear and fight Lu Xuan to the death. Yu Xuanji quickly grabbed her arm, one hand pinching the back of her neck, and said softly, “A-Lan, be good. I’ve already promised Ming Huang to take good care of A-Xuan. You cannot hurt her.”

Cang Lan gritted her teeth. “Don’t call her A-Xuan.”

Yu Xuanji asked with a smile, “Then what should I call her?”

Cang Lan said fiercely, “Call her ‘Stinky Cat’!”

Yu Xuanji: “…”

How did this turn into a personal attack?

Lu Xuan was in the kitchen chopping vegetables and cooking. Sensing waves of dragon aura pressing down, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. This was a certain evil dragon deliberately releasing her scent to declare her territory and warn her to watch her step.

Fish soup was stewing in the pot. Behind the sealed lid, the delicious scent of fish soups slowly drifted out through a tiny crack.

Cang Lan and Yu Xuanji naturally smelled the fresh fragrance of the fish soup. Yu Xuanji said with a smile, “It seems A-Xuan has finished making dinner. Let’s get up…”

Before she could finish, Cang Lan pressed her hand down to keep Yu Xuanji on the bed. “What is this stinking smell drifting through the whole house? I’m going out to see, and while I’m at it, I’ll compete with her.”

Yu Xuanji grabbed Cang Lan’s hand, but at this moment, the other party was as slippery as a loach. In the blink of an eye, Cang Lan was already standing outside the door. Yu Xuanji reached out toward her and smiled helplessly. “A-Lan, what are you doing?”

Cang Lan said with full confidence, “I’m going to have a culinary showdown with that stinky cat to see who actually cooks better. Wife, just you wait. I will definitely make the most delicious food in the world and make you all thoroughly convinced.”

Sitting on the bed, Yu Xuanji felt extremely helpless.

Huang Liu sat in front of the stove helping Lu Xuan add firewood. After smelling the rich and nose-piercing fragrance of the fish soup, he was extremely tempted. “Lord Demon Sovereign, the fish soup you made is so fragrant. In all my years, this is the first time I’ve smelled fish soup this good.”

Lu Xuan slowly curled her lips. “Master has doted on me for many years. I specifically learned this for her, to make for her to drink.”

Hearing such a shocking and epic romance between the two of them, Huang Liu couldn’t help but be moved to tears. “Our King is the same. She dotes on our Lady so much it’s unbelievable, she’d give her heart if she could. Except for this cooking…”

Before Huang Liu could finish his sentence, he saw Cang Lan appear aggressively in the kitchen, staring at him expressionlessly. Huang Liu swallowed the rest of his words and said with a stiff neck, “Our King’s cooking is also spectacular. Very good, very good.”

Lu Xuan turned her head back calmly. Cang Lan stood beside her, picked up a kitchen knife, and began chopping carrots, giving a cold snort. “Move aside, don’t block this King’s way. This King is going to cook for my wife.”

The fish soup in the pot was still bubbling. Huang Liu said, “Lord Demon Sovereign made this fish soup for the Lady. A huge pot was stewed; even we little ones can have some. King, you don’t need to cook!”

Cang Lan glared fiercely at this stupid, disloyal fellow. “Is it your turn to speak? Hurry and add firewood for this King. This King is going to make delicacies for the Lady.”

“Also,” Cang Lan turned to look at Lu Xuan and said, “this King officially declares war on you to see who actually cooks the best.”

Hearing these words, Huang Liu was so scared his tail curled up. He transformed into his original form, revealing two round black eyes, thinking to himself: I wonder where the King gets her courage, actually wanting to compete with someone in cooking. Isn’t this just asking for humiliation?

Lu Xuan curled her lips. “Fine, I accept your challenge.”

Clanging sounds came from the kitchen. Yu Xuanji could hear one or two slight explosions even in the bedroom. While frowning, she put on her shoes. Before she even reached the kitchen door, she was stopped by An Zhi and Ting Lan.

An Zhi said, “Master, please go control your dragon. She almost turned the kitchen upside down. She insists on having a cooking competition with the black cat and even made us the judges. Looking at her stance, she doesn’t seem to be cooking but rather refining gunpowder. And I just took a look—the pot is full of charred black charcoal. Is it really edible?”

Yu Xuanji glanced at her, then turned her gaze to the figure working feverishly in the kitchen, and smiled helplessly. “It should be edible. I actually think the taste is quite good; it’s just that she has too many variations in her cooking. Don’t just look at the surface.”

Ting Lan said, “Yeah, maybe what Cang Lan makes will actually be good. Look how big her fire is; the food she makes definitely won’t be bad. It probably won’t be enough to poison us to death, right?”

Hearing Ting Lan’s words, An Zhi breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Fine, we’ll try it.”

Cang Lan was busy in the kitchen for about half an hour, and Yu Xuanji watched her cook from the kitchen door for that same half hour.

Actually, Cang Lan had long since discovered Yu Xuanji watching her cook, so she made her usually fierce movements much slower and more graceful.

Huang Liu looked at his graceful King with an air of novelty, and couldn’t help but nod with relief, thinking that the King’s cooking finally didn’t look like she was fighting a monster. The food she made would surely be delicious.

Lu Xuan was stewing fish soup. Originally, Cang Lan also wanted to make fish soup, but she felt that making fish soup lacked originality, so she decided to make the chicken soup she was more “skilled” at.

The chicken was live. Cang Lan caught an old hen suitable for stewing soup and then began to pluck its feathers.

The old hen clucked in pain. Huang Liu hurriedly offered a warm tip: “King! Slit the neck and bleed it first! Pluck the feathers after it’s dead! Pouring boiling water over it makes it easy to pluck clean!”

Upon hearing this, Cang Lan prepared to use the knife to cut the hen’s neck. In the next second, the chicken actually escaped from her hand and flew and jumped wildly around the kitchen, flapping its wings and sending feathers flying everywhere.

Looking at this scene of a chicken flying and a dragon jumping in the kitchen, Yu Xuanji sighed helplessly. She couldn’t help at all even if she wanted to.

Lu Xuan looked at this stupid dragon handling ingredients with a face full of disdain. She had thought the dragon was some kind of powerful figure, but she didn’t expect her to be like this. Having a bit of a cleanliness obsession, she quickly moved away, taking the pot of stewed fish soup from the stove as she went, fearing for the safety of the innocent soup.

As she passed by Yu Xuanji, Lu Xuan gave her a deep look, her eyes filled with sympathy.

When slaughtering the chicken, she could have just cut it in two with one stroke, but in order to maintain a good impression in front of Yu Xuanji, Cang Lan decided to slaughter it slowly. She gently stroked the chicken’s head, revealed a kind smile, and said, “Little chicken, little chicken, thank you for sacrificing yourself. I promise I will make you very delicious.”

Looking at Cang Lan holding the hen and brainwashing it, the smile on Yu Xuanji’s lips deepened as she waited to see what kind of tricks she was up to.

A moment later, Yu Xuanji saw Cang Lan take the knife Huang Liu had sharpened and saw at the chicken’s neck one stroke after another. This hen was simply in agony; it flapped its wings violently and gave Cang Lan’s finger a hard peck before it died.

“Ah—”

Cang Lan let out a cry of pain, almost jumping up. She stared fiercely at the stupid chicken that hadn’t quite died yet and slammed it onto the ground. This time, it was truly dead.

Seeing that the poor hen died quite a miserable death, Huang Liu silently cleaned up the mess and threw it into hot water to pluck it, thinking to himself: if you turn into a hen ghost and come back for revenge, whatever you do, don’t look for me. Just look for my King.

Seeing this, Yu Xuanji quickly entered the kitchen, crouched on the ground to check Cang Lan’s hand, and asked anxiously, “A-Lan, how are you? You were pecked by the chicken, right? Let me see if there’s a wound.”

Cang Lan’s heart, which was full of anger, was slowly calmed by Yu Xuanji’s anxious voice. She craftily rolled her eyes and buried her face in Yu Xuanji’s chest, taking the opportunity to deeply inhale her fragrance, and then began to cry: “Wife! Waaaaah! This stinky chicken pecked my hand. My hand hurts so much, I’m dying of pain!”

Yu Xuanji said heart-wrenchingly, “The hand has been pecked red.”

Cang Lan held her hand out in front of Yu Xuanji, crying like a pear blossom in the rain. “It won’t hurt anymore if my wife kisses it.”

Lu Xuan stood at the door watching this scene expressionlessly, thinking to herself that this was indeed a sinister, crafty, and guileful evil dragon.