The Amnesiac, Sickly Beauty Is Pregnant With My Dragon Cub - Chapter 38.1

The mountain breeze drifted through the treetops. Deep within the forest, the moonlight spilled softly over the two figures.

Cang Lan held her bride’s hand, leading her through the dense thicket, occasionally whispering a reminder: “My lady, watch your step.”

A red bridal veil concealed Yu Xuanji’s face. She kept her eyes fixed on the path beneath her feet, every ounce of her strength focused on the hand being gripped tightly by the “Dragon God.”

Yu Xuanji was stunned; the Dragon God was actually a woman. This was entirely different from what she had imagined, yet judging by the touch of that hand and the sound of that voice, there was no doubt she was a woman.

Pushing other thoughts aside, Yu Xuanji followed the “Dragon God,” though her mind raced with confusion. Why wasn’t the Dragon God leading her into the water? Instead, they seemed to be walking in the opposite direction of Qingyang Lake.

Could it be… she wasn’t the Dragon God at all?

Panic flared in Yu Xuanji’s heart. Her mind conjured images of mountain spirits and forest monsters that preyed on travelers—specifically fox spirits who seduced wayfarers to drain their essence.

Her eyes shifted, glancing covertly toward the mysterious woman, searching for the sight of a fox tail.

At that moment, the woman let out a soft chuckle. “Do not be afraid, my lady. I am no monster.”

Yu Xuanji didn’t dare speak. Lost in her frantic thoughts, she failed to notice a branch beneath her feet. Stepping on it, she lost her balance and cried out as she began to fall.

A gentle arm wound around her waist, pulling her close. Steadying her body, the woman whispered, “Careful, my lady.”

Yu Xuanji’s heart beat like a drum. Through the veil, her cheek pressed against the woman’s chest, and her nose caught a refreshing, soul-soothing fragrance emanating from her.

Cang Lan held the bride’s waist for a moment before gently releasing her. Seeing that she remained silent, Cang Lan took her hand again and continued slowly down the winding, rugged path.

After a while, the bride stopped. She stood rooted to the spot, slowly turning her head toward Cang Lan.

Cang Lan noticed something was wrong with the bride’s right leg. Through the thin red veil, she could sense a pitiful, pleading gaze. Cang Lan understood immediately. She asked softly, “Did my lady sprain her ankle?”

The bride nodded. The corners of Cang Lan’s lips curled into a smile. She knelt directly in front of the young woman and said, “Come, my lady. Get on.”

Yu Xuanji’s eyes widened. She looked down in disbelief as the woman knelt. Within her field of vision, she saw a corner of a red robe.

The girl on her back was slender and light as a feather. Cang Lan carried her with no effort at all. Had she not been worried about scaring her, she would have long ago transformed into her true form and soared into the sky to admire the moonlight with her.

Yu Xuanji lay on the woman’s back, her body stiff as she tried to maintain some distance. Sensing this, the woman laughed softly. “My lady, doesn’t your neck ache like that?”

As soon as she spoke, the weight on Cang Lan’s back increased. The girl’s chest pressed firmly against her; she could feel the slight trembling of her body and the chill of her skin.

Cang Lan said, “If you are cold, hold me tighter. My body is warm.”

Yu Xuanji rested her chin on the woman’s shoulder, her arms wrapping around her neck and instinctively tightening.

The woman was right—she was radiating heat. After just a moment, a wave of warmth washed over her. Yu Xuanji’s anxiety finally began to fade. She held the woman tight, pressing her cheek against the other’s.

With the red veil between them, Cang Lan’s cheek and ear brushed against the girl’s again and again. She turned her head slightly, happily treading over the ground with her little bride on her back.

As Yu Xuanji was carried, she noticed the woman’s pace was gradually quickening. she wanted to ask where she was being taken, but though she opened her mouth, she didn’t dare make a sound.

Cang Lan turned her head, her lips grazing the red veil between them. Seeing the little bride flinch away, she smiled and said, “Do not fear, my lady. I am taking you home.”

Yu Xuanji’s lips moved, and she finally voiced her doubt: “Home? To your home or mine?”

Cang Lan smiled. “If you miss your home, I shall send you back. If you do not, then come with me to mine.”

Yu Xuanji gathered her courage and asked tentatively, “Where do you live? At the bottom of Qingyang Lake? I do not know how to swim, but if you wish, I can learn.”

Cang Lan chuckled. “No.”

Yu Xuanji grew more confused. “But are you not the Dragon God? Shouldn’t the Dragon God live underwater?”

Cang Lan laughed. “I am the Dragon God, but I do not live underwater. I live on a mountain called Denglin, where the slopes are covered in peach blossoms.”

“Peach blossoms?” Yu Xuanji’s fear continued to dissipate. She found this Dragon God quite easy to talk to and didn’t seem like a bad person. She continued, “I thought you lived in the water. But where is Denglin? I have never heard of it.”

Cang Lan explained, “Denglin is the legendary peach forest formed from the staff of Kuafu. It is a celestial paradise.”

Yu Xuanji asked, “Is it the same peach forest from Tao Yuanliang’s The Peach Blossom Spring?”

Cang Lan shook her head with a smile. “It is not.”

They walked in silence for a while. Clutching the woman’s neck, Yu Xuanji quietly released one arm and slowly lifted half of the veil. She stole a glance at the woman and quickly let it fall back.

Cang Lan pretended not to notice, but Yu Xuanji’s face flushed in an instant. She had seen the woman’s profile—a high bridge of the nose, features as beautiful as a painting, and a trace of a smile lingering on her lips.

Yu Xuanji held her breath. She had expected a monster with green skin and sharp fangs, but she hadn’t expected such a countenance. For a moment, she was dazed.

In that moment of her distraction, Cang Lan’s lips curved upward as she walked toward the moon.

The chill on her body vanished, but Yu Xuanji didn’t realize she had entered a new realm. Before seeing the Dragon God’s face, she had been able to converse fluently, but now she had lost even the courage to speak.

Cang Lan carried Yu Xuanji back to Denglin. She transformed the small wooden hut where she usually rested into a grand mansion. The courtyard was decorated in the style of a human wedding, adorned with lanterns, streamers, and red silk.

Having finished this, Cang Lan turned her head slowly and smiled. “My lady, we have arrived.”

Yu Xuanji remained silent, obediently clinging to Cang Lan’s back. At this moment, Cang Lan found herself reluctant to put her down. She stepped over the threshold and entered their “bridal chamber.”

Inside the chamber, a pair of red candles flickered.

Then there were the red bed curtains and the red wedding quilt embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water.

Placing Yu Xuanji slowly onto the wedding bed, Cang Lan caught sight of the girl’s snow-white hands gripping the quilt tightly. Though she sat upright, her tension was obvious.

Yu Xuanji held her breath, not daring to exhale. The next second, she gasped as her ankle was grasped by a strong hand.

Sensing her bride’s resistance, Cang Lan smiled. “Fear not, my lady. I am healing your injury. Does your foot still hurt?”

Yu Xuanji froze for a moment. Under the woman’s touch, she moved her ankle; miraculously, the pain was gone. She felt a wave of guilt, realizing she had misunderstood the woman.

They sat facing each other. Cang Lan gazed intently at the girl beneath the veil. In truth, with a slight use of her spiritual power, she could have seen the face behind the red silk, but she chose not to.

Cang Lan smiled. “My lady, it is late. We should rest.”

She saw the girl nod gently, her fingers tightening as she gripped her wedding robes, wrinkling the fabric.

Cang Lan’s smile deepened. She took the girl’s hands and teased, “Is my lady afraid of me? Do you fear I am some monster with the head of a buck and the eyes of a rat?”

The person under the veil shook her head, letting her hands remain in the other’s grasp.

Cang Lan asked again, “Then is it because I am a woman that you do not like me?”

The person under the veil shook her head again.

Cang Lan laughed. “You haven’t even seen my true face yet; don’t reach a conclusion so soon. What if my appearance is exactly what you like?”

Hearing this, Yu Xuanji’s cheeks burned with heat. She pursed her lips, the image of the woman’s profile lingering in her mind. Finally, she nodded.

Having obtained the bride’s consent, Cang Lan leaned in close. Just as her lips were about to touch the veil, the bride suddenly spoke: “But I am afraid… that you won’t like my appearance. If you truly don’t like it…”

Cang Lan tilted her head, listening to the girl’s voice. She heard her say: “Since we are already married, I am yours. Even if you do not like me, you are not allowed to divorce me.”

Cang Lan’s eyes sparkled. She squeezed the bride’s hand and said solemnly, “Rest assured. Our fate is heaven-sent. In this life, I am yours alone.”

The bride nodded in a silent admission—a silent agreement for Cang Lan to lift her veil, drink the nuptial wine with her, and spend this night of lingering passion together.

Now it was Cang Lan’s heart that began to pound violently. She nervously bit her lower lip, staring at the person behind the red veil as she slowly lifted it from the bottom.

First was the bride’s slender, fair neck, then that soft, white chin, followed by cherry-red lips.

Before the veil was fully raised, Cang Lan’s vision blurred between light and shadow, her heart racing.

The bride’s face seemed to ripple like the surface of water. Cang Lan only had time to see those red lips parting and closing.

As the illusory dream shattered, Cang Lan snapped her eyes open, meeting Yu Xuanji’s anxious, bloodshot eyes.

Cang Lan swallowed hard, her throat dry and a bitter taste lingering in her mouth. She sat up in bed, her voice hoarse as she asked, “What happened?”

Lu Xuan stood to the side, expressionless. “You were poisoned by the ‘Cool White Jade Pill’ you made yourself. You’ve been out from day till night. No matter how much we called, you wouldn’t wake up. I thought you were dead.”

Cang Lan froze for a moment, then immediately buried her face in Yu Xuanji’s chest, wailing, “My lady, waaaa! I almost didn’t get to see you again! Thank goodness you saved me!”

Lu Xuan rolled his eyes, turning away with a cold face. He vowed to stay as far away as possible from this cunning, opportunistic dragon to avoid catching her shameless habits.

Yu Xuanji looked toward the head of the bed. Before Cang Lan had woken up, she had returned the pill Ming Huang had given her to its place, leaving no trace.

Cang Lan kept her face buried in Yu Xuanji’s chest, murmuring, “My lady, I had a beautiful dream just now, but I can’t remember the details clearly for the moment.”

Yu Xuanji asked nonchalantly, “What dream?”