The Amnesiac, Sickly Beauty Is Pregnant With My Dragon Cub - Chapter 41.2

Tushan Bai reached out to take the skeleton back, shielding her. “Don’t be impulsive. She probably just wanted to take the drawing. Don’t hurt her.”

Cang Lan stared coldly at the skeleton behind Tushan Bai and warned, “Don’t let there be a second time.”

Tushan Bai looked into the skeleton’s hollow eye sockets and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t treat you as a substitute for my late wife. I will draw another face for you, alright?”

The little skeleton nodded.

Yu Xuanji walked over, took the little skeleton’s slender bony wrist, and gently touched her smooth white head, saying tenderly, “What kind of face do you want? You can hold my hand and draw it.”

Cang Lan watched this scene in disbelief, her heart filled with sourness. But in front of Yu Xuanji, she couldn’t lose her temper. She could only stand aside grumpily, grinding ink and intentionally making small noises to attract Yu Xuanji’s attention.

Yu Xuanji naturally knew what Cang Lan was up to. She curled her lips, not giving her a single glance, and prepared to place the little skeleton on her lap.

This could not be allowed!

Cang Lan quickly grabbed a chair, lifted the little skeleton by the neck like a chick, and pressed her onto the other chair. Pointing at her head, she warned, “No sitting on my wife’s lap!” She emphasized, “Only this King can sit there!”

Tushan Bai, who had been immersed in the grief of missing her late wife, suddenly heard Cang Lan’s words and rolled her eyes so hard she almost fainted.

Yu Xuanji shook her head helplessly, pointed a finger at Cang Lan, and then placed her thumb and index finger by her mouth, pinching them together and sliding them from left to right—miming a zipper.

Cang Lan understood, nodded dejectedly, and stood to the side, not daring to say another word.

The little skeleton sat to Yu Xuanji’s right. She carefully held Yu Xuanji’s right hand and nervously aimed the brush at the face in the drawing.

Yu Xuanji asked softly, “Ready?”

The little skeleton nodded and guided Yu Xuanji’s hand to draw the features. First the eyebrows, then the eyes, then the nose and mouth.

Cang Lan stood by with an expressionless face, watching the harmonious interaction between the human and the skeleton. She was so angry her teeth were itching, and the sound of her grinding her teeth was clearly audible to Yu Xuanji.

Then, Yu Xuanji heard Cang Lan mutter, “It’s just eyes, a nose, and a mouth. Why does it need hand-holding? I could draw a thousand faces at will. What’s the point of holding hands? Can holding hands make a peerless beauty? I don’t believe it.”

Yu Xuanji’s ears were filled with Cang Lan’s incessant grumbling. As she complained, she also restlessly tried to press her hand against Yu Xuanji, only to hide it quickly whenever she was caught, pretending she had done nothing.

Yu Xuanji smiled and finished the last stroke of the lips, then let the little skeleton release her hand.

Cang Lan squinted at the drawing for a while, wanting to continue her complaining, but after meeting Yu Xuanji’s gentle gaze, the words at the tip of her tongue changed to: “My wife draws so well, so beautiful. It’s simply enough to sink fish and fell birds, to hide the sun and shame the flowers.”

Tushan Bai pinched the bridge of her nose and finally couldn’t help but correct her: “It’s ‘sink fish and fall geese, hide the moon and shame the flowers.’ You really have no cult—”

Before she could finish, Cang Lan shot her a cold look. Tushan Bai quickly changed the subject: “Is it finished?”

Yu Xuanji smiled. “It’s done. The little skeleton guided me. I didn’t expect her to have such talent.”

Cang Lan embraced Yu Xuanji from behind, kissed her cheek, and said, “Hmph, no matter how well it’s drawn, it’s because my wife taught well. Without my wife’s teaching, I’m afraid a certain skeleton wouldn’t even be able to pick up a brush.”

Only Cang Lan could say such punchable words. If she weren’t a Dragon God with the power to destroy heaven and earth, she would have been ground to ash by the great demons of the Wilderness long ago.

Yu Xuanji felt a tingling sensation all over from her actions. She covered Cang Lan’s mouth and pushed her face aside, meeting Tushan Bai’s disdainful gaze.

“…”

Yu Xuanji coughed and tried to push Cang Lan away, but the other woman was like a melted gummy bear—clinging to her and impossible to peel off. Thus, she had to give up and said, “The portrait is done, but the pupils haven’t been dotted. Now, it only needs a drop of your blood and some powder from the little skeleton’s bone to dot the eyes. What do you think, Miss Tu Shan?”

Tushan Bai walked over and said, “Let me see what the face you drew looks like.”

Yu Xuanji stepped aside. Tushan Bai stood at the desk, looking down at the portrait. She slowly closed her eyes and murmured, “Very good.”

The little skeleton pulled off one of her finger bones and handed it to Yu Xuanji, who then gave it to Cang Lan. Yu Xuanji smiled. “A-Lan, crush this bone into powder—the finer, the better.”

Yu Xuanji took out a small bowl and held it under Cang Lan’s hand, catching all the falling bone dust.

Tushan Bai pricked her finger, squeezed a few drops of blood into the bowl, and handed it to Yu Xuanji.

Yu Xuanji smiled, held the bowl with both hands on the table, and moved her lips, silently chanting an incantation.

The blood mixed with bone dust miraculously turned black. Yu Xuanji dipped the brush into it and placed the brush in Tushan Bai’s hand, saying with a smile, “Miss Tu Shan, people often say it is easy to draw the skin and bones but hard to draw the heart. I do not know what is in your heart, but I know that dotting the eyes of this beauty must be done by you.”

Holding the brush, Tushan Bai carefully dotted the empty eyes of the person in the drawing. Once both eyes were finished, she stared at the figure in the portrait, the brush falling to the ground with a clatter. She took an involuntary step back. “This—”

Yu Xuanji smiled slightly. “Miss Tu Shan, the features of this person were drawn by the little skeleton guiding me. If you are grateful, be grateful to her.”

Tushan Bai looked at the person in the drawing, then at the little skeleton. She seemed to understand something and said with a smile, “Stay for dinner tonight. I’ll cook personally.”

Yu Xuanji laughed. “Then we won’t be polite. The ink on this drawing is not yet dry. When it is completely dry, pasting it onto the little skeleton will have an indescribable effect.”

In the afternoon, Tushan Bai took off her shoes to catch fish in the small stream in front of the house. She stabbed a large, plump fish with a wooden stick and was about to toss it into the basket on the bank when she looked up and saw Yu Xuanji.

Yu Xuanji had finally managed to shake off the clingy “rubber dragon.” She sat on a large blue stone by the bank, letting the cool water flow slowly through her fingers.

Tushan Bai threw the fish onto the bank and said nothing, her back to Yu Xuanji.

Yu Xuanji gazed at her back and said, “Thank you for taking care of her all these years.”

Tushan Bai let out a cold laugh. “She exploited and bullied me for so many years and owes I don’t know how much money. Since you are her wife, you should pay it all back for me.”

Yu Xuanji smiled. “Alright. Give me the ledger later.”

Tushan Bai quickly caught a second fish and threw it accurately into the basket. “I am luckier than you. She still remembers me and even came to the Wilderness to find me. Your dragon has forgotten you completely.”

Yu Xuanji didn’t react much to these words. She nodded and said, “Yes, but I would rather she didn’t remember. A-Lan told me that if memories are painful, it’s better not to recall them—that way, one won’t feel the pain.”

Tushan Bai curled her lip. “Yo, she’s quite a philosopher dragon.”

Yu Xuanji smiled. “Yes, she said it herself. So, whether she remembers or not, what does it matter? As long as I am in her heart, it doesn’t matter if she never remembers.”

Tushan Bai: “I’m not as open-minded as you. I lost eight tails and used every possible means, yet I still couldn’t withstand that terrible curse, and even caused her to never enter reincarnation.”

Yu Xuanji toyed with a blade of grass by the stream. “Perhaps this was her own choice. No one knows what has happened over all these years. As I said just now, as long as she is by your side, who cares about reincarnation.”

Tushan Bai lowered her eyes and asked, “How did you come to the Wilderness? Did someone tell you Cang Lan was here, or did you stumble in by accident?”

Yu Xuanji smiled. “I accidentally fell in myself.”

After a while, Tushan Bai came out of the water, picked up the basket, and reached out a hand to Yu Xuanji. “Get up.”

Yu Xuanji looked at Tushan Bai’s hand in a daze, then smiled and used her strength to stand up.

Tushan Bai turned her face away and said, “From today on, our grievances are wiped clean.”

Yu Xuanji laughed. “Nothing would please me more.”

Cang Lan and the little skeleton were playing in the kitchen. Initially, Cang Lan had volunteered to help out, but when Yu Xuanji and Tushan Bai returned, they saw a dragon and a skeleton sitting in front of the stove—and the little skeleton had already been disassembled into a pile of bones.

Cang Lan sat cross-legged on the floor, reassembling her from the feet up. She had placed the head to one side; the two legs were of different lengths, the arms were stuck into the waist, and the ribs were attached backwards onto the pelvis.

Then, Cang Lan held the round skull with both hands and, like bowling, rolled the skull toward the row of bones.

With a crack, the bones were struck like pins, scattering everywhere. One of the hand bones fell into the bubbling pot.

The skull rolled to the feet of the two newcomers. Tushan Bai’s vision went dark. She grabbed the fish spear and was ready to fight Cang Lan to the death.

Seeing this, Cang Lan covered her mouth in fright and quickly hid behind Yu Xuanji, clutching her waist and saying piteously, “Wife, the smelly fox is being mean to me. She wants to stab me with a spear. You have to stand up for me! I didn’t do anything!”

Tushan Bai quickly fished the skeleton’s hand out of the oil pot and wiped it repeatedly with a cloth, her heart aching.

Although Yu Xuanji glared at Cang Lan, she still stood in front of her and asked, “Is the little skeleton alright?”

Tushan Bai fumed, “If anything happens to her, I’ll slaughter this dragon!”

Cang Lan hugged Yu Xuanji’s waist from behind and said aggrievedly, “Wife, the bad fox wants to slaughter me. I was just playing a game with this skeleton, and she wants to slaughter me. Wife, I’m so mistreated.”

Tushan Bai was nearly exploding with anger. “As soon as I walked in, I saw you bullying her! You truly are a heinous dragon who distorts the truth. Yu Xuanji, take proper control of your dragon! Don’t let her do whatever she wants, I beg of you!”

Hearing this, two rows of tears streamed down from the corners of Cang Lan’s eyes. “Wife, I didn’t do anything bad. It was this skeleton who said she wanted to play a game with me, so I… I… waaaaaah—”

A loud wail erupted. Cang Lan held Yu Xuanji and rubbed against her back, crying like a “tear-dragon.”

Yu Xuanji’s back was to Cang Lan, so she couldn’t see her face. But Tushan Bai saw it clearly: though she was wailing, her mouth was curled up toward the sky, and her eyes were full of provocation. It made Tushan Bai want to slap her across the face with a wooden clog.

Under absolute disparity of force, Tushan Bai eventually restrained herself and said earnestly to Yu Xuanji, “Just keep spoiling her. One day, you’ll be the one crying.”

Yu Xuanji turned around and met Cang Lan’s pure, innocent eyes. She couldn’t help but pat her head gently.

Cang Lan squinted her eyes, swaying her head as she enjoyed Yu Xuanji’s touch. Hearing the other say “so good,” she licked her pearly white teeth. Once Yu Xuanji’s hand moved away, she directly bit into the woman’s soft, fair wrist.

Yu Xuanji had no choice but to usher Cang Lan out of the house to the small stream outside.