Transmigrated as the Princess's Scummy Wife - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: I Am Amorous Too

Outside the gates of the Qinghe Princess Mansion, the crowd was bustling with noise, filled with the constant sound of people hissing and drawing in cold breaths of shock.

In the center of the crowd, a woman in plain clothes lay prone on a lounging chair. Sweat dripped from her chin, soaking one bluestone slab after another.

She seemed to have lost even the strength to grit her teeth; her gaze was vacant, her breath faint, as if she were at death’s door. She left her fate entirely in the hands of the woman in magnificent robes standing beside her.

As the saying goes, “Life and death are fated; wealth and rank are in the hands of Heaven.” The onlookers felt that the Fuma of Qinghe was someone who had the fate to enjoy wealth, but perhaps not the life to keep it.

The Fuma, beaten until only half a breath remained, was subsequently carried into the main hall.

The curious gazes of the crowd lingered around the entrance of the hall. Dong He grabbed a stool and sat grandly at the doorway, glaring at every single person attempting to gossip.

Inside the hall, Imperial Physician Hu bowed slightly toward Xuan Zhaoci: “Highness, the Fuma… she…”

His eyes flickered, his words trailing off.

Xuan Zhaoci: “Imperial Physician Hu, speak plainly.”

Hu braced himself: “The Fuma’s injuries are not severe. I will prescribe an ointment; apply it to the wounds, and she will be able to walk in a day. Within seven days, the bruises will vanish completely.”

By right, eleven strokes of the board should have split the flesh of the buttocks, leaving one unable to walk for twenty days or so. However, in the Fuma’s case, it was clear that the two guards had held back their strength.

The physician was prepared for the Princess to fly into a rage. To his surprise, Her Highness did not get angry but instead let out a soft laugh. Her usually cold, expressionless features shifted as her brows arched slightly, seemingly satisfied with this outcome.

Could it be…?

“Imperial Physician Hu knows what to do.”

Hu’s eyelashes trembled, and he hurriedly knelt: “This humble official understands!”

The doors of the main hall opened and then closed. Xuan Zhaoci and Dong He shared a brief look. Dong He immediately asked the exiting physician with a look of extreme tension: “Doctor, how is the Fuma’s condition?”

Imperial Physician Hu shook his head and sighed, saying nothing, but the gossiping eyes and ears around them had already formed their own interpretation.

In less than half an hour, news that the Fuma was in terrible condition spread inside and outside the mansion. There were even rumors that the Fuma of Qinghe was likely about to be replaced.

Inside the hall, the “terribly injured” Fuma was lying face down, sipping tea and enjoying the intimate service of a member of the imperial family.

“Highness, move a bit more to the middle.”

“Highness, the tea is a bit hot. You should blow on it to cool it down so it’s easier for me to drink.”

“Highness, I want to wipe my mouth. I’ll have to trouble you.”

Dong He’s eyes burned with rage: “Fuma, do not be unreason.”

Xuan Zhaoci said softly: “Dong He.”

Dong He immediately fell silent. If the glare she directed at Nan Qing could sprout flames, Nan Qing would likely be a pile of bone ash by now.

Nan Qing gave a light hum: “Highness, I feel a bit of pain in my neck from lying down. I’ll trouble Your Highness to.”

Before she could finish, she felt someone rush over, looking as though they wanted to strangle her. Xuan Zhaoci barked: “Dong He!”

Dong He’s palm hadn’t yet reached Nan Qing’s neck before the command froze her in her tracks. For the first time, Nan Qing felt her life was quite large (lucky), and cold sweat broke out on her back.

Nan Qing’s voice trembled slightly: “Highness, let’s be reasonable. Did you go a bit too far with this?”

She wasn’t the original owner why beat her!?

She wasn’t going to take the fall for the original owner.

Forget eleven strokes; she shouldn’t have received even one. Based on her excellent performance these past few days, Xuan Zhaoci should at least be putting her on a pedestal and telling her how to get back to the modern world.

But Xuan Zhaoci said: “I do not think it was excessive.”

Dong He chimed in angrily: “The Fuma deceived and struck the Sovereign. In any other Princess’s household, that would be a death sentence. It is only because my Highness is merciful that she spared your dog life. The boards didn’t even have any strength behind them—the Fuma is truly getting a bargain and still acting spoiled!”

“I shall count the reasons for you.”

Xuan Zhaoci slowly crouched down. That cold, flawless face appeared before Nan Qing’s eyes. Though her face was icy, her voice was very gentle, flowing out like a soft brush. As soon as she spoke, she smoothed out Nan Qing’s ruffled feathers.

“First, the Fuma was disrespectful to me in the demonstration fields. I know you had your reasons, yet your actions violated the laws of the Great Xuan Dynasty regarding offending members of the Imperial Family.”

“Second, the Fuma ate my leftovers last night.”

Nan Qing: “?”

“The Fuma is also considered half a member of the Imperial Family and should observe imperial etiquette. Not eating the leftovers of others is basic etiquette. Does the Fuma admit to this?”

Nan Qing: “…”

She grumbled: “I admit it.”

Inwardly, she cursed herself for being a gluttonous girl.

“Good. Tomorrow, I shall invite an etiquette mistress for you. The Fuma must relearn imperial etiquette properly.”

Nan Qing wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but she felt Xuan Zhaoci emphasized the word “relearn.”

“Third, the Fuma slept in my main hall for an entire day yesterday. Last night was the fifteenth; the Fuma should know what that implies to those outside. It means that regardless of what actually happened, my reputation has been ruined by you.”

Nan Qing really wanted to curse this feudal rubbish. Was her needing to sleep something she could control!?

Because of gluttony and a love for sleep, she had handed a bunch of mysterious leverage to the Princess. She could only hold her nose and accept it.

Ancient people are truly troublesome.

“Yes, yes, yes. I admit it, I admit it.”

Nan Qing was drained. Her refined, elegant face was now a complete picture of collapse: “I deserved those eleven strokes. I deserved it. Your Highness, please have someone send me back to my room.”

Lest she ruin the Princess’s reputation a second time.

Her tone was incredibly aggrieved.

Xuan Zhaoci pursed her lips, her gaze deep and unreadable.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

After a while, Nan Qing felt a wisp of fragrance brush past her nose, followed by a thin fabric landing on the back of her neck.

She looked up and saw Xuan Zhaoci’s hand raised, presumably holding a silk handkerchief, placed on her neck.

The beauty’s expression was focused. Her thick, dark, upturned lashes trembled slightly as she gently wiped away the thin sweat on Nan Qing’s long neck.

The sticky, uncomfortable feeling on her neck vanished, replaced by a cool, refreshing sensation like a light breeze. Nan Qing narrowed her eyes in comfort.

After wiping the sweat, that hand which usually never touched common tasks was now separated by the handkerchief, slowly and with extremely light pressure, kneading the back of her neck.

The kneading motion was clumsy and the placement wasn’t quite right, but fortunately, there was no strength behind it, so Nan Qing didn’t stop her.

Judging by the body language using the handkerchief as a barrier and leaning her body back Xuan Zhaoci was clearly repulsed and disgusted by her. Yet, whatever request Nan Qing made, Xuan Zhaoci followed through.

The sour stone blocking Nan Qing’s throat gradually shrank until it dissipated.

Humans are such creatures easily coaxed back into a good mood.

Why bother being petty with this woman who had been beaten by the original owner?

The boards hadn’t been particularly painful; since she’d taken the hits, she’d just take them. She’d treat it as practicing her acting skills.

As Nan Qing thought this, her mind suddenly cleared: “Princess, that’s enough.”

Xuan Zhaoci withdrew her hand. Dong He timely knelt beside her Princess, glared at Nan Qing, and then carefully cleansed the Princess’s hands.

For a split second, Xuan Zhaoci didn’t know how to face this person.

Just now, while wiping the Fuma’s sweat, the Fuma’s little expression of enjoyment and squinted eyes was exactly like a puppy she and her mother used to raise in the palace.

When that puppy did something wrong and got scolded, it would stare with wide, round eyes, its whole face full of indignation, letting out low whimpers.

She would first explain the rules to the puppy, and the puppy would grow more aggrieved as it listened, its eyes welling with tears.

But the moment she picked it up again, those puppy eyes would immediately squint in comfort, and it would reconcile with her instantly, bearing no grudges and enthusiastically licking her palm.

Nan Qing gave her a feeling that was far too similar to that puppy…

But how could a person be a dog?

Moreover, Nan Qing was clearly a jackal in sheep’s clothing, profound and impossible to see through.

This thought flashed by and vanished. Looking at that face, Xuan Zhaoci couldn’t stop herself from feeling annoyed and nauseated.

Still, it was much better than yesterday’s nausea, proving that desensitization therapy was working.

“Highness, it’s better if I go back to my room,” Nan Qing’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “Staying here with Your Highness, I feel very uneasy.”

Xuan Zhaoci pressed down on her churning stomach and said softly: “Let me apply the medicine for the Fuma first, then you may go. Dong He.”

She signaled with her eyes to cut open Nan Qing’s trousers. After Dong He cut them, she placed the medicine prepared by the physician to the side and turned her back intentionally.

Nan Qing felt a chill on her buttocks. Her eyes went wide: “!!!”

Ahhhh!

Her heart roared frantically.

She held her breath and squeezed her gluteal muscles as tight as possible.

Xuan Zhaoci looked at the tensed muscles with a smile: “Fuma, relax. You and I are wife and wife; it is only logical for me to do this.”

But I can’t! I’m the most feudal of all!

She shifted her body, trying to move away from the woman, but the stretcher had very little space. She could only wriggle in place like a caterpillar.

Nan Qing was on the verge of a breakdown.

How on earth do you ancient people manage boundaries!? Who told you to just cut my pants!?

This is pure harassment! Harassment!

“Highness! I… I—”

I’ll do it myself!

Her stammering words were interrupted by Xuan Zhaoci before she could finish: “Fuma, do not decline.”

Besides feeling humiliated, Nan Qing had other concerns. Just as that hand was about to touch her, she shouted to stop her: “Highness, don’t!”

“I have a disease!”

The original owner liked to mess around; there might be some gynecological disease she hadn’t noticed. In all fairness, Xuan Zhaoci shouldn’t touch her; in fact, Xuan Zhaoci herself needed a thorough check-up.

Her loud shout successfully froze Xuan Zhaoci in place at least, that’s what Nan Qing thought.

Xuan Zhaoci’s hand, wrapped in two silk scarves, hung in the air, less than two finger-widths away from her Fuma.

Hearing this, she smiled elegantly: “I am aware.”

Nan Qing breathed a sigh of relief, but before the breath was halfway out, the gentle voice continued unhurriedly: “The Fuma has a disease; the Fuma is amorous.”

Nan Qing: “…”

You… you… you learned so many literary allusions just to use them like this!?

Xuan Zhaoci hadn’t yet found the Fuma’s bottom line, but she roughly knew how to control her. She suppressed her constantly spasming and churning stomach, forcing a smile.

She intended to gain the upper hand in this debate with the Fuma.

“I, too, am a person of feeling. Not only is the Fuma amorous, I am… hurk… amorous too.”

Looking at that face, she ultimately couldn’t suppress the nausea and let out a soft dry heave.

Then, under Nan Qing’s shocked expression, she explained softly: “My apologies, Fuma. This is morning sickness.”

Nan Qing: “…”

If you licked your own lips, you’d poison yourself to death.

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