The Amnesiac, Sickly Beauty Is Pregnant With My Dragon Cub - Chapter 48.2

With its roots severed by Cang Lan, only the flower demon’s main body survived. It crawled on the ground, half-dead. Cang Lan leapt down from the wall and looked down at the demon, saying coldly, “What conspiracy brings you here?”

The flower demon remained silent. Cang Lan laughed. “No matter. If you won’t speak, this King won’t force you. Today is the day you die.”

The door to Tushan Bai’s room opened from the inside. The two stood behind Cang Lan, about to say something, but the flower demon suddenly rushed toward the door of the other side room.

Cang Lan initially thought it was fleeing in a panic, but she didn’t expect the demon to have secretly dug a hole beneath the house and extended its remaining vines through it.

“Not good!”

Cang Lan slammed open the door, only to see Yu Xuanji standing safely by the bed. At her feet lay a battered and bruised female demon, prone on the ground and at death’s door.

Seeing the three people who had burst through the door, Yu Xuanji curled her lips and asked in confusion, “Why are you all here?”

Cang Lan was the first to rush forward and embrace Yu Xuanji, checking her body carefully as if wanting to inspect her inside and out. “My lady! That monster cheated just now. Are you hurt? Let me see!”

Yu Xuanji shook her head. “No. As soon as I turned around, I saw her fall to the ground. I don’t know if she’s alive or dead.”

Cang Lan hugged Yu Xuanji tightly, saying with relief, “It’s good you’re okay, it’s good you’re okay.”

Tushan Bai and Shen Xiu exchanged a glance, then turned their gaze to Yu Xuanji’s clear eyes before looking at the dying flower demon on the floor.

Cang Lan asked in confusion, “That monster still had strength a moment ago. Why is it at death’s door now?”

Yu Xuanji said, “While you were fighting it outside, it must have been its final surge of energy. Now I don’t know if it’s dead or alive.”

Tushan Bai picked up the scarred flower demon, preparing to take it outside, but it suddenly snapped its eyes open. Both eyes stared intently at Yu Xuanji, seemingly unwilling to give up.

Cang Lan frowned, opening her palm to release a burst of dragon flame, warning, “Close your eyes.”

The flower demon continued to stare at Yu Xuanji and suddenly spoke: “Black Dragon, I am no match for you. Kill me or hack me as you please. But I tell you, this woman beside you—”

The voice stopped abruptly. The flower demon’s eyes widened, and its black pupils slowly dilated into a deathly grayish-white.

Cang Lan clenched her hand, and the blue flame in her palm dissipated. she placed her hand in front of the flower demon to check and said expressionlessly, “It’s already dead.”

Yu Xuanji’s legs went soft, and she fell uncontrollably into Cang Lan’s arms, frowning in silence.

Seeing this, Cang Lan picked her up horizontally and placed her on the bed, asking anxiously, “My lady, what’s wrong? Could it be that the demon did something to you? You can’t keep it from me; don’t swallow everything into your stomach.”

Yu Xuanji shook her head. “I don’t know why, but my limbs are weak and my body has no strength. It’s likely I smelled too much flower pollen.”

Tushan Bai casually tossed the dead demon out the door and set it on fire, reducing it to ashes. Following Yu Xuanji’s lead, she said, “The pollen of this flower demon has the power to confuse people’s hearts. XiuXiu and I have also felt a bit powerless in our work these past two days; it must be its doing.”

With the demon gone, Tushan Bai and Shen Xiu closed the door and left. Before going, Tushan Bai glanced back thoughtfully and let out a deep sigh.

The door was closed. Cang Lan sat beside Yu Xuanji, preparing to bite the tip of her tongue to feed her blood, but she was stopped by Yu Xuanji: “Lan, I’m just a bit dizzy; there’s no need to waste your essence blood.”

Cang Lan gripped one of Yu Xuanji’s fingers and pinched the tiger’s mouth (the space between thumb and forefinger), saying, “How could giving blood to my lady be a waste?”

Yu Xuanji smiled helplessly. “Listen to you. It’s just a bit of pollen; my body is fine.”

Cang Lan was not very happy. “You’re usually so frail, like Lin Daiyu. I’m afraid a single sneeze from me would blow you away.”

Yu Xuanji let out a soft laugh. “You’re right. When you transform into your true form, a small sneeze is a fierce gale. It really would blow me away.”

Cang Lan was truly annoyed, so she applied a small punishment by grabbing Yu Xuanji’s wrist and nipping at the tiger’s mouth area. She muttered, “How can you be in the mood to joke? If my lady were truly ill, it would be my fault as your wife.”

Yu Xuanji was stunned for a moment upon hearing these words. After a while, her smile returned. “Being able to joke means I’m still okay. If I were really uncomfortable, I wouldn’t even have the strength to joke.”

The night was heavy, and a faint fragrance lingered in the room, seemingly left behind by the dead rose demon.

Cang Lan opened the doors and windows to ventilate, muttering as she did so, “That stinking monster. From now on, roses are my most hated flower. No, I hate all flowers.”

Yu Xuanji sat on the bed. The moment the window opened, a cool night breeze drifted in. She couldn’t help but pull the quilt tighter, covering her body completely.

Cang Lan turned her head and saw Yu Xuanji curled into the bedding. She smiled, took off her outer robe, and slipped into the quilt, taking Yu Xuanji into a full embrace.

Cang Lan took a deep breath. Yu Xuanji smelled wonderful—like the fragrance of many flowers, yet also like ripe fruit, with a faint sweetness that made one want to take a bite.

Yu Xuanji was thinking of something, but she didn’t expect a slight stinging pain. She looked down; Cang Lan had crawled into the quilt at some point and was lying on top of her.

One hand stroked the back of Cang Lan’s neck, pinching the delicate, soft skin. Yu Xuanji propped up her upper body and murmured, “The left side too.”

Through a thin quilt, intermittent slurping sounds rang in Yu Xuanji’s ears. She tightened her legs, only to have them easily forced open by Cang Lan.

Yu Xuanji couldn’t move. Her hands groped blindly outside the quilt. Finally, unable to bear it, she reached inside the bedding, slid her fingers into Cang Lan’s hair, and grabbed her hair to pull her out.

Cang Lan was flushed from being muffled. She licked her moist lips and smacked them as if savoring the taste. “My lady is so sweet.”

Yu Xuanji picked up the pillow behind her as if to strike, but Cang Lan held her face up high and said cheekily, “Go ahead and hit me, my lady. Even if you beat me black and blue, I’ll still say you’re the sweetest—sweeter than any fruit or honey I’ve ever eaten.”

Seeing Cang Lan’s shameless appearance, Yu Xuanji helplessly threw the pillow back. She had only meant to scare her, but who knew she would shamelessly offer her face up?

With no other choice, Yu Xuanji dragged Cang Lan out of the quilt, tossed her aside, and turned away.

Seeing this, Cang Lan stuck to her like a piece of glue, wrapping her arms and legs around her body. Yu Xuanji delivered an elbow strike, and the person behind her groaned, clutching her chest and gasping in pain.

Yu Xuanji heard that something was wrong and turned over to touch Cang Lan’s body, feeling her from top to bottom and front to back. She said anxiously, “Did you suffer some internal injury?”

Cang Lan said with a grin, “It’s not an internal injury. My lady’s coldness and heartlessness just now broke my heart. Now my heart is both sad and painful. If my lady doesn’t show me more love, it seems it won’t get better.”

Hearing this, Yu Xuanji turned away again.

Cang Lan hurriedly said, “My lady, I was wrong! My lady, don’t be like this! My lady, please acknowledge me!”

Yu Xuanji didn’t speak. Cang Lan talked to herself: “The words that flower demon said before it died… did my lady hear them?”

As soon as she spoke, Yu Xuanji slowly opened her eyes, her fingers curling up unconsciously.

Cang Lan added, “To think it tried to drive a wedge between us even at death’s door. It truly was tired of living. If I didn’t want to avoid killing in front of you, I would have burned it to ashes long ago. Tomorrow, I’ll turn it into fertilizer for the vegetables in Tushan’s garden.”

Yu Xuanji’s fingers slowly relaxed. She closed her eyes and listened to the little dragon behind her continue to chatter endlessly.

Cang Lan chuckled and said, “My lady, why do you think this flower demon was so overconfident as to provoke us? Didn’t it know how powerful I am? When I was fighting it, I felt it was punching above its weight. It seemed like it came here specifically to die. Could someone be behind this, manipulating things?”

Yu Xuanji said in a low voice, “I don’t know. Perhaps it was intentional, or perhaps this demon is new and doesn’t know the rules of this Wilderness.”

After a moment, Cang Lan’s laughter faded. She said regretfully, “I wasn’t paying attention just now and forgot it could dig holes in the ground. I let you be frightened; it’s really my fault.”

Yu Xuanji stroked the back of Cang Lan’s hand and said softly, “It’s not your fault. If you hadn’t discovered it in time, I might have become a ghost under its thorns.”

Cang Lan was still a bit self-reproachful. She said casually, “If only I had a heart-protecting scale. I would pull it off and give it to you. That way, with my divine power, all demons and monsters would fear you and avoid you, and you could share infinite longevity with me.”

As she spoke, Cang Lan touched her heart and sighed, “Too bad I can’t find it anywhere on my body.”

Yu Xuanji was about to comfort her when she heard Cang Lan say again, “But a few days ago I had a dream. I dreamt that I had a heart-protecting scale right on my chest. It seemed to be pale gold. I even let you touch it.”

Hearing this, Yu Xuanji was stunned. She turned around, her palm pressed against Cang Lan’s heart, and said tentatively, “There is a scar over your heart. Could there have been a scale here before?”

Cang Lan shook her head and said, “That’s impossible. From the day I hatched, this scar has been with me. I used to think it was ugly and tried to use magic to cover or remove it, but nothing worked. I ended up treating it as a birthmark. Over time, I’ve grown used to it.”

Yu Xuanji said nothing. She unfastened the buttons on Cang Lan’s chest one by one, revealing a patch of snow-white skin.

The scar was light brown, spanning almost half her chest and disappearing deep into her collar.

Seeing Yu Xuanji’s unusual interest in the scar, Cang Lan joked, “My lady, you’ve seen this scar many times. It’s not pretty. If you don’t like it and feel my body isn’t perfect, then I—”

Her words stopped. Yu Xuanji’s kiss slowly landed on the pale scar.

Cang Lan stared at her blankly, her lips curling into a happy smile, but then she caught sight of Yu Xuanji’s pained expression. She comforted her, “My lady, you needn’t feel bad. This scar has been there from the start. It doesn’t hurt at all.”

Seeing Yu Xuanji’s somber expression, Cang Lan quickly fixed her clothes, covering herself tightly, but then she heard Yu Xuanji’s soft murmur: “It hurts.”

Cang Lan’s heart gave a sudden tug. She couldn’t stand seeing Yu Xuanji like this, so she tried to cheer her up: “My lady, tell me, if I really had a heart-protecting scale, what would you do?”

Cang Lan said without thinking, “I’d pull it out and give it to you, so you could share the lifespan of a true dragon with me.”

Yu Xuanji’s ear was pressed against Cang Lan’s heart, listening to her strong, steady heartbeat. “I heard that a dragon’s heart-protecting scale is grown together with the heart—deeply connected and inseparable. If it is forcibly removed, one must cut open the chest, take out the heart, and strip the scale from it.”

Cang Lan’s eyes widened in surprise. “So that’s how it is. I thought I could just pull it off.”

Yu Xuanji’s eyes seemed filled with a thousand thoughts. She closed her eyes and nodded. “Yes. It would be very painful. Very, very, very painful. A pain beyond imagination.”

Then, Yu Xuanji heard a soft laugh from above: “What does pain matter? It’s just a moment of suffering. If it means my lady can live as long as I do, I wouldn’t hesitate even if my heart had to be carved out and whipped repeatedly.”