The Amnesiac, Sickly Beauty Is Pregnant With My Dragon Cub - Chapter 7

The matter of the White Bone Spirit was temporarily set aside. The three Great Demons squatted at the entrance of the cave, sighing and lamenting. They repeatedly remarked how easy-going and unconstrained their Queen was, and that the Great King must have had incredible luck to marry such a gentle, virtuous, and beautiful wife.

Inside the cave, Cang Lan felt as if her entire body had been tossed into boiling water; her face was flushed, and even her ears were a deep red. Seeing Yu Xuanji staring at her fixedly, she made an expression she thought was fierce and predatory.

Cang Lan said fiercely, “What are you looking at! Don’t look!”

Yu Xuanji, however, remained completely unphased. She reached out to pinch Cang Lan’s reddened earlobe and asked in confusion, “A-Lan, your ears are so red, and your face is so flushed. Could you have caught a cold? I told you that you must cover yourself with a blanket when sleeping at night, but you simply wouldn’t listen…”

Cang Lan grabbed the beast-hide blanket with both hands, covering her face completely. She curled up on the bed without moving, looking like a large, round ball.

Seeing this ball grow rounder and rounder, Yu Xuanji curiously reached out her finger and poked it. Before she could lift the blanket, a small, glossy black dragon squirmed out from underneath and vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.

After the black dragon fled the cave, Yu Xuanji lowered her eyes to look at the black dragon scale mark on the inside of her wrist, rubbing it gently with her thumb. In an instant, a flash of black light shimmered on her wrist, and a handsome, beautiful little black dragon coiled itself around her arm.

The three Great Demons were chatting and gossiping at the entrance. Their legs had gone numb from squatting, yet they were unwilling to stand up. The Iron-Eating Beast pulled a handful of carrots—each as thick as a firewood stick—from its furry pouch and began chewing them happily.

The Weasel asked mysteriously, “Tell me, our Lady is so delicate and weak; can she withstand the Great King’s raging fires of desire?”

The Gray Wolf Demon stroked his chin. “What is there to fear? We spent so many years in the Desolate Wilds and collected countless spiritual pills and miraculous medicines. When the time comes, we will present them all to the Great King. Perhaps the Lady will become an immortal just by eating them.”

Cang Lan’s voice suddenly rang out by their ears: “What talk of becoming an immortal or a demon? Where is that White Bone Spirit? Take me to see it.”

In the blink of an eye, the three Great Demons restored their original, ferocious visages. Just moments ago, in front of Yu Xuanji, they had transformed into human forms for fear of scaring the frail human woman. Now that they were away from the cave, they feared nothing between heaven and earth, galloping toward the depths of the desert with wild abandon.

The Weasel was the slowest runner and hitched a ride on the back of the giant Gray Wolf. Unable to suppress its heart for gossip, it risked death to ask Cang Lan, “Great King, is the Lady truly a human?”

The black dragon’s two flowing whiskers stood upright. It used its sharp claws to scratch the black mane near its temples and barked, “Shut up!”

The Weasel tightly covered its mouth with its two tiny paws. After a while, failing to learn its lesson, it asked, “Great King, if the Lady really is human, wouldn’t her lifespan be only a short few decade?”

The number representing that lifespan deeply stung Cang Lan’s heart. That thick, flexible dragon tail lashed out toward the talkative Weasel, and in the next second, a sharp scream echoed in the air.

Cang Lan asked, “When exactly did you see the White Bone Spirit during your patrol yesterday?”

The Gray Wolf Demon replied, “It was roughly during the third mark of the Tiger Hour (approx. 4:30 AM). Old Huang and I saw two clusters of eerie green ghost-fire over the sand dunes from afar. I fought with it until the horizon turned the color of a fish’s belly, but it fled as soon as the sun came out.”

Cang Lan mused, “It must fear the scorching sun. It likely won’t come out during the broad daylight.”

Beneath a desolate mountain, Cang Lan resumed her human form. Enduring the massive, blazing sun overhead, she pulled a bronze mirror encrusted with five-colored gems from her waist.

Having finished being beaten, the Weasel still hadn’t learned its lesson and curiously leaned in to look. It saw a woman appear in the mirror. The woman had a graceful figure and an elegant bearing; she was sitting at a stone table, gracefully grinding ink, holding a wolf-hair brush as she wrote something on paper.

Cang Lan leaned against the massive Gray Wolf Demon, staring until she gradually began to daze off.

Seeing that Cang Lan’s eyes were fixed staring, the Weasel couldn’t help but say, “Great King, the Lady is poking around with a stick. She looks a bit like she’s muttering to spirits; what on earth is she tinkering with?”

Cang Lan gave it a white-eyed glare. “You ignorant bumpkin, that stick is called a writing brush! She is practicing calligraphy! Do you understand the concept of ‘cultivating one’s temperament’?”

The Weasel bit its sharp nails and shook its head. “I don’t understand. I’m illiterate. Do you understand it, Great King?”

Cang Lan was choked up for a moment, unable to speak. Devoid of any confidence, she said, “Of course I do! You’ve followed this King for so many years; don’t you know that this King is a scholar of vast learning, possesses immense knowledge, and is omnipotent in heaven and earth?”

The Weasel raised its arms and cheered, “The Great King is mighty!”

Seeing Cang Lan staring intently at Yu Xuanji in the mirror, the Gray Wolf Demon noticed the Weasel looked like it wanted to speak again. He covered the Weasel’s mouth with his large, powerful tail and pinned it down beneath his body with a paw.

The Gray Wolf Demon whispered a warning into the Weasel’s ear: “You short-sighted fool! Can’t you see the Great King is in heat! You’re singing and dancing behind her and making yourself an eyesore; you really must be tired of living!”

Cang Lan rested her chin on one hand, staring unblinkingly at Yu Xuanji in the mirror, looking somewhat entranced. At that moment, Yu Xuanji was writing and drawing on the paper, though it was unclear what she was writing. Cang Lan held the handle of the mirror, her gaze slowly shifting from Yu Xuanji’s profile to the paper.

Seeing that Cang Lan’s eyes were almost pressed against the mirror, the three Great Demons—who had never experienced the sweetness of love—could not empathize, yet they watched with immense envy nonetheless.

At this moment, Yu Xuanji, who was writing copybooks inside the cave, seemed to feel something. She paused her brush and slowly raised her head to glance toward the distance.

Cang Lan, who was dazing off while clutching the mirror, was caught off guard and met Yu Xuanji’s eyes. She was so startled that she nearly dropped the mirror on the ground. Fortunately, the Gray Wolf Demon’s tail blocked it, and the mirror fell onto the wolf’s fur.

Cang Lan clutched her thumping heart, a sense of guilt from being caught red-handed rising in her chest. She slowly uncovered the tightly hidden mirror and stole a glance with her peripheral vision, letting out a deep sigh.

Luckily, only she could see into this mirror; Yu Xuanji didn’t know she was secretly watching her. Cang Lan also knew that peeking at people like this was wrong, but she just couldn’t suppress her restless heart. She wanted to see what Yu Xuanji did when she wasn’t by her side.

If Yu Xuanji found out about this, would she call her a voyeur? But she was clearly looking at her own wife—how could looking at one’s wife be considered voyeurism?

Thinking of this, Cang Lan’s racing heart slowly settled back into her stomach. She kept the mirror close to her body, placing it in a small pocket near her heart—the place where she usually kept her Dragon Blood Pills.

There were only a few Dragon Blood Pills left. Cang Lan needed to prick her finger to draw blood; one hundred pills used a drop of dragon blood the size of a needle tip. The Old Phoenix had told her that her blood possessed the power to arouse passion and must never be easily taken by others, otherwise, there would be uncontrollable and severe consequences.

Cang Lan stared at her fingertip for a while, a wicked thought gradually rising in her mind. However, she quickly shook her head, which was clouded by lust, and bit down hard on her own tongue.

She applied full strength to that bite. Cang Lan grimaced in pain, but she finally cleared her head significantly. Her mind was filled with all sorts of messy things, all related to Yu Xuanji. Cang Lan guessed this must be the work of that hateful heat cycle.

She had been away from Yu Xuanji for only half an hour, and she already missed her.

Cang Lan scratched the top of her head; the spots where her two dragon horns grew began to feel a slight itch again. She couldn’t go back yet—what if she couldn’t control herself during her heat and ended up hurting Yu Xuanji?

The Weasel was squatting in the shade to cool off when it was kicked in the backside by Cang Lan. “What are your orders, Great King?”

Cang Lan looked at the Weasel in its original form, pondered for a moment, and said, “Transform into a human for this King to see.”

The Weasel spun around in place and transformed into a curvaceous, glamorous young woman. She pretentiously swayed her hips, paced back and forth for a bit, and even blew a kiss at Cang Lan. “Great King, am I beautiful?”

Cang Lan gasped, pinching the bridge of her nose hard, wishing she could poke her own eyes out. “Change into something else.”

After saying that, Cang Lan added with emphasis, “You are not allowed to be more beautiful than this King.”

The Weasel kept transforming from dawn until nearly dusk, finally producing the appearance of a pure and harmless-looking girl. It was so exhausted that it slumped against the Gray Wolf Demon, tongue lolling out. Seeing that Cang Lan finally nodded with relative satisfaction, it couldn’t help but ask, “Great King, why did you have me turn into this look?”

Cang Lan pointed in the direction of the Dragon Pool and said, “Go back to the Dragon Pool and tell the Lady that… that I… I have to catch a demon, and I will come home to accompany her tomorrow.”

The Weasel asked in confusion, “Great King, the three of us are enough to catch a demon. How can we trouble you to take action?”

Cang Lan, of course, wouldn’t say that she was doing this to avoid Yu Xuanji. To boost morale, she told a lie without a second thought: “You have followed this King for so many years; naturally, this King must take good care of you. Isn’t it enough that I am accompanying you to catch demons?”

The three Great Demons cheered, “Long live the Great King!”

Yu Xuanji finished half of a copybook in regular script, stroke by stroke, intending to rest for a while before finishing the rest. By now, the sky outside had gradually been dyed with a layer of deep ink. She put down the copybook and went to the cave entrance to look out with anticipation, but instead, she saw a glamorous woman clad in yellow gauze.

Seeing Yu Xuanji, Huang Liu fell to her knees with a thud. “Lady, I am the Weasel. The Great King asked me to bring you a message.”

Yu Xuanji leaned over to gently help her up. Her bright eyes and white teeth were so movingly beautiful that Huang Liu dazed for a good while, nearly forgetting what she was supposed to say.

Huang Liu organized her words and said, “Lady, the Great King said she won’t be coming home tonight. She is going with us to catch that White Bone Spirit. She asks you to rest early and not wait for her, and also not to keep gesturing with that wooden stick thing.”

Yu Xuanji thought for a moment before realizing what the “wooden stick” Huang Liu mentioned was. But Cang Lan had clearly already left; how did she know she was writing copybooks?

Looking down at the little black dragon coiled around her wrist, Yu Xuanji’s lips curled into a smile.

Huang Liu was prepared to leave the cave after delivering the message, but she was called back by Yu Xuanji.

Yu Xuanji smiled slightly at the Weasel, like a breath of spring breeze. “I ask you, what kind of person is A-Lan usually?”

The yellow eyes rolled a few times, and the Weasel said, “The Great King respects the elderly, loves the young, is kind-hearted, and loves to help fellow demons. You couldn’t find a second one even if you searched heaven and earth with a lantern!”

After the Weasel left, Yu Xuanji was the only one left in the massive cave.

She sat on the bed, her arms hugging her knees, looking up at the golden crescent moon outside the cave entrance, blinking her eyes gently.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through the cave, and the faint sound of light footsteps came from behind her.

Yu Xuanji turned her head and met Cang Lan’s golden eyes. She was stunned for a moment, her face showing a look of surprise and joy. “A-Lan?”

Cang Lan brought in a chill of wind and frost; even her breath carried a wintry coldness. Her icy cheeks were met by two soft, warm palms. Yu Xuanji cupped her face lovingly, saying distressedly, “Is it very cold outside? Your face is so icy.”

“Not at all…” Before she could finish the sentence, Cang Lan quickly changed her tune and said, “Yes, it’s freezing outside. It’s still warmer in the cave.”

Yu Xuanji held Cang Lan’s icy hands, breathing warm air into her palms and rubbing them between her own. “Just now Huang Liu said you went to catch a demon and wouldn’t be home tonight. Returning at this time… has the demon been caught?”

Cang Lan stiffened her neck and said righteously, “I haven’t caught it yet, but I missed you, so I came back to see you. Is that not allowed?”