The Amnesiac, Sickly Beauty Is Pregnant With My Dragon Cub - Chapter 51.2

An Zhi lay on the bed, reaching her hands upward as if grabbing the air. “Do you think the Master fell into the Barren Lands because she was being hunted by enemies, or did she come in on her own?”

Ting Lan shook her head. “I don’t know. You know the Master’s strength. Being hunted by enemies is impossible; of the people I know, none would dare provoke the Master.”

An Zhi added, “Then Master must have come in herself. But I heard Cang Lan say that when she found Master, Master was gravely injured and on the verge of death. Who do you think did it? When I find that bastard, I’ll tear them into ten thousand pieces.”

Hearing these words, the emotion in Ting Lan’s eyes became a bit complex. She had a faint, unsettling suspicion in her heart, but she didn’t dare speak it aloud. “I don’t know.”

The next morning, when Tushan Bai arrived at the Dragon Pool to deliver the vegetable seeds, she found the place dead silent. She had arrived early but saw no sign of Yu Xuanji. She entered the Dragon Pool cave and shouted toward the interior, “Hey! The sun is hitting your backsides! Why isn’t anyone up?”

An Zhi and Ting Lan rubbed their eyes as they walked out of their cave. Seeing Tushan Bai, they said, “The Master and the Evil Dragon were busy for a long-time last night. They probably won’t be up until noon.”

Tushan Bai felt a pang of annoyance and frowned. “It was like this at my house, and now that they’re back home, they’re even more brazen. I think there’s no need to plant the fields; those two shouldn’t even bother eating. They should just spend every day rolling around on the bed together.”

The words were crude but true. An Zhi also felt they were overdoing it. Cang Lan was a dragon—her body might as well be made of dark iron; she wouldn’t break no matter what. But the Master wasn’t a dragon or a demon; how could she keep this up?

Tushan Bai tossed the large bag of seeds into An Zhi’s arms. “Tell your Master to remember to water these seeds daily once they’re planted. Don’t spend every day sleeping until the sun hits your backside. It’s embarrassing.”

Just as she finished, Cang Lan walked out of the cave yawning. Seeing it was Tushan Bai, her expression soured. “What’s all the noise so early in the morning? My wife and I just fell asleep.”

An Zhi pointed at Cang Lan in disbelief. “You… you two did it all night?”

Cang Lan deliberately let the bite marks on her wrist and neck show, smiling. “Yes. My wife is as passionate as fire. I wanted to let her rest, but she clung to me and insisted on going all the way in one breath. I had no choice.”

An Zhi was aghast. “Impossible! Master is absolutely not such a frivolous person! Don’t you dare slander her!”

Cang Lan stroked her neck, showing off the bite marks. “Does this King have any reason to lie to you? See these marks on me? They are proof of my wife’s deep love. You don’t have a wife, so it’s only natural you don’t understand. It’s a sweet burden to have a wife.”

A simple point that could have been made in one sentence was repeated by Cang Lan using the words “have a wife” over and over again. It was so sickeningly sweet that the three of them wanted to throttle her.

Tushan Bai wasn’t about to take that. “I have one too.”

Cang Lan pointed to her neck arrogantly. “Does your wife kiss your neck? Does she kiss your lips until they’re swollen? Does she—”

Tushan Bai interrupted her in a fit of pique. “Shut up!”

Cang Lan leaned against the stone wall triumphantly. “Don’t be jealous of this King. My wife loves me and pampers me. These scratches and bite marks are expressions of her love. This King will use magic to preserve these marks. Don’t be jealous.”

Looking at the thick-skinned dragon and hearing her provocative bragging, Tushan Bai nearly fainted again and had to pinch her own philtrum hard.

Cang Lan shook her head happily and walked into the kitchen. “Wife worked hard last night. This King shall personally cook today to make something delicious to nourish her body.”

An Zhi and Ting Lan stiffened, swallowing hard. “She’s going to cook personally? Should we run or flee?”

Tushan Bai couldn’t help but ask, “Why are you running? She’s not cooking you two. What’s there to run from?”

An Zhi trembled. “You don’t know. That dragon’s cooking is no different from brewing poison. You drink poison and die; after eating her food, a ghost could die a second time.”

Tushan Bai was shocked. “No way?”

Ting Lan also nodded. “Trust me. If you still want to see your wife, run now. The further, the better. Don’t come back.”

Tushan Bai was stunned. “Don’t lie to me. Yu Xuanji told me Cang Lan’s cooking is delicious. I’ve never had it.”

An Zhi, seeing she couldn’t be persuaded, smirked. “Since you’ve never had it, stay and try it. I guarantee you’ll eat your fill and die happy.”

The more Tushan Bai heard, the more mysterious it sounded. She felt she simply had to try this meal. She went to the kitchen door and saw Cang Lan wearing an apron, busying herself. She actually looked like she knew what she was doing.

Ting Lan gave a warm tip: “Have you really made up your mind? Once you stay, there’s no turning back.”

Before Tushan Bai could speak, Cang Lan said, “Hey, you lot at the door. If you have nothing to do, come in and help me wash the vegetables. Just standing there waiting to eat is unseemly.”

Tushan Bai walked into the kitchen. Seeing this, An Zhi and Ting Lan bolted, taking their nearly dead phone to the Bodhi tree outside the cave to play offline games.

Cang Lan was chopping a carrot. Tushan Bai was about to praise her for actually knowing how to cook when she looked closer—those weren’t carrot shreds; they were carrot chunks. She lifted a pot lid and saw a pot of black, murky stuff boiling inside, emitting a rather strange odor.

Tushan Bai was aghast. “What are you doing? Refining poison?”

Cang Lan shot her a disdainful look. “Do you even know how to speak? You’re so ignorant. This is clearly the vegetable porridge I made. I even added celestial herbs. My wife loves it most.”

“Loves it?” Tushan Bai couldn’t believe her ears. She used a spoon to stir the black mess and couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity, “Can this really be good? It smells a bit off. Does it actually taste okay?”

Cang Lan put her hands on her hips. “So ignorant. This porridge is my own creation. It’s called ‘Hibiscus Jade Dew Soup.’ Although the color is a bit dark, the taste is definitely good. Want to try some?”

Tushan Bai grew more and more curious. She swallowed her saliva and said, “Really? Don’t lie to me.”

Cang Lan tossed the spoon back into the pot. “Drink it or don’t.”

Tushan Bai couldn’t resist. She took a small bowl, scooped a spoonful of the so-called “Hibiscus Jade Dew Porridge,” held it to her lips, and took a shallow sip.

Upon entry, it was slightly acrid. Her tongue felt as if it had been crushed by a hedgehog’s quills. Tushan Bai tried to spit it out, but it was too late; the slimy liquid had already slid down her esophagus into her stomach.

Cang Lan watched her take a sip with a smile. With a clack, the porcelain bowl in Tushan Bai’s hand fell to the floor and shattered. Immediately after, her whole body fell backward, stiff as a board.

“…”

“No taste,” Cang Lan grumbled. She cleaned up the floor, grabbed Tushan Bai by the leg, and dragged her out of the cave. She happened to run into Yu Xuanji, who was walking out holding her waist. Cang Lan smiled. “Wife, why are you up?”

Yu Xuanji watched this “murder and body disposal” scene in horror, shuddering. “A-Lan, what are you doing?”

Cang Lan hid the unconscious Tushan Bai (who had reverted to her fox form) behind her back and smiled. “Nothing. I’m just taking out the trash.”

Tushan Bai’s fox tail was limp, and her little red tongue was hanging out; she was clearly out cold.

Yu Xuanji looked at the bubbling black pot in the kitchen, then at the rice grains and scraps on the floor. She said helplessly, “A-Lan, did you cook again?”

Cang Lan tossed Tushan Bai outside the cave and took Yu Xuanji’s hand, leading her to the kitchen. “Wife, you worked hard last night. I specifically made you some nourishing porridge. I added many treasures; they’re all good things.”

Yu Xuanji stirred the black porridge, pulling out some unidentifiable boiled bits. “What are these?”

Cang Lan scratched her hair guiltily. “I forgot.”

Yu Xuanji said earnestly, “A-Lan, A-Lan… didn’t I say before that from now on, I’ll handle the cooking?”

Cang Lan said aggrievedly, “But you worked hard last night. I wanted to make something good to nourish you. Who knew I’d be rejected by my wife? Then I won’t do it anymore.”

“Good—” As soon as the word left her mouth, even Yu Xuanji was stunned. That was her inner thought, but it had slipped out. She quickly changed the subject. “The sun is quite nice today, haha.”

Looking at the sky covered in dark clouds, there was no sun to be seen. Cang Lan couldn’t take it anymore. She covered her face and ran out. “Wife is mean! Wife doesn’t love me anymore!”

An Zhi and Ting Lan were playing their games outside when they saw one black and one white figure run out of the cave. They quickly climbed up the tree to watch.

Ting Lan looked closely—the two people chasing each other were indeed the Master and the Evil Dragon.

The Evil Dragon was running in an affected, dainty manner, every step seemingly calculated, while Yu Xuanji chased from behind. The two watching couldn’t help but marvel. An Zhi pointed at Cang Lan. “Look at her. She looks like a pretentious little wife, even slowing down on purpose for fear the Master won’t catch up.”

Yu Xuanji caught up to Cang Lan under the Bodhi tree and apologized patiently. “A-Lan, it’s my fault. But I’m doing it for your own good. You worked hard last night; shouldn’t I be the one to cook this meal?”

Cang Lan turned her face away. “Hmph. You just don’t like my cooking.”

Yu Xuanji spoke against her conscience. ” I like it. I like it very much.”

An Zhi couldn’t help but say, “I told you Master lost her sense of taste, but you didn’t believe me.”

Ting Lan stroked her chin. “I think Master lost her sense of taste for the sake of love. Master is truly great. I can’t imagine how we’ll survive the days to come.”

Under the tree, Yu Xuanji saw the two spectators out of the corner of her eye. She gently pulled the resentful Cang Lan into her arms, kissed her eyelids, and said, “Alright, don’t be angry. How about I eat that whole pot of porridge later? If you keep crying, your face will get wrinkled.”

Cang Lan sniffled, then licked her lips and pointed at her mouth. “Not enough. I want my wife to ‘eat’ right here, too.”