Transmigrated as the Short-Lived White Moonlight, I Ended Up Happily Ever After With the Female Lead - Chapter 19

Song Yi also sat across from her. Only at Ji Yan’an’s strong insistence did she pick up a steamed bun to share the load. When they were full, Jinxi came in to announce, “Young Ladies, dinner is ready.”

Ji Yan’an was on the verge of a breakdown, tearfully pointing at the empty bowls on the small table. Jinxi couldn’t help but smile wryly. She stepped forward, cleared the bowls, and was about to leave with the tray.

At the doorway, she finally paused: “Young Lady, after eating date pastries and then steamed buns, I’m afraid it might be hard to digest…”

After Jinxi left, Ji Yan’an flushed and buried herself completely under the quilt: “I have no face to see anyone again! How did Jinxi know I ate the date pastries?!”

Ji Yan’an was wailing under the quilt, not even willing to meet Song Yi’s gaze. Song Yi smiled helplessly, pulled the quilt off her, and gently helped her sit up.

Ji Yan’an still wore a distressed look and was about to complain when, unexpectedly, Song Yi suddenly leaned close. A clear fragrance wafted from her, and a breathtakingly beautiful face was less than an inch away from Ji Yan’an.

“What… what are you doing…” Ji Yan’an tightly shut her eyes, her voice growing weaker and weaker. She felt she couldn’t look at Song Yi’s face this closely, or she might stop breathing.

Song Yi’s nose twitched slightly. Seeing Ji Yan’an with her eyes closed, looking like she was about to be violated, she almost laughed out loud. She pulled back and stood up straight: “The smell of date pastry on you is quite strong. And…”

The sentence was incomplete, and Ji Yan’an still didn’t dare to open her eyes. Song Yi reached out and removed the date pastry residue from the corner of Ji Yan’an’s mouth: “…And there’s date pastry residue by your mouth…”

Ji Yan’an was terribly embarrassed. She opened her eyes apologetically, only to see Song Yi already standing straight.

“Why did you close your eyes? Didn’t you say I was good-looking?” Song Yi looked at Ji Yan’an confusedly, also noticing the unusual redness on her face.

Ji Yan’an stammered for a long time, unable to explain why. She simply continued to bury her face in the quilt and ignored her.

But even without Ji Yan’an saying it now, Song Yi could vaguely tell—she was shy.

“You’re shy, even though we’re both women? What will you do when you get married later?” Song Yi gently pulled the quilt away from Ji Yan’an, saying this. Ji Yan’an continued to cover her head with the quilt, pretending not to hear.

The night deepened, and the Ji Residence slowly grew quiet. After Song Yi finished reading the thick pile of documents, she saw that Ji Yan’an, muffled in the quilt, was motionless.

“Asleep?” Song Yi asked softly. There was no reply. She walked over to Ji Yan’an and indeed heard a faint, shallow breathing.

She had fallen asleep buried under the quilt. She was probably full, well-fed, and the room was too warm. Song Yi shook her head with a smile and gently turned Ji Yan’an over. She immediately heard her breathing become much smoother.

Ji Yan’an’s small face was flushed from being buried under the quilt for a little too long, but in Song Yi’s eyes, it was utterly endearing. She carefully tucked Ji Yan’an in, blew out the candles by the bedside, and the room instantly became dim. Even Song Yi felt a wave of drowsiness.

“It seems I’ve been living too comfortably recently…” Song Yi turned and went outside. Without the warm feeling, looking at the endless dark night, ripples rose in her heart.

“Young Lady, there’s a lead on the Ji Tong’an you asked me to investigate.” In the darkness, a man in white knelt outside Song Yi’s side hall. Although the two were meeting secretly, the man was not discreet at all.

His white long gown fluttered in the cold wind, slowly blending in with the color of the snowy ground.

“Speak,” Song Yi’s tone was icy, completely unlike the gentle way she spoke to Ji Yan’an. Standing on the corridor, she had not yet taken off her bright and beautiful padded jacket.

The white-clothed man leaned forward, kneeling at Song Yi’s feet, not daring to lift his head, murmuring something softly. Song Yi’s expression, however, grew increasingly grim. When the man finished, Song Yi’s eyes were filled with contemplation. After a long while, she waved her hand: “You may go.”

The white-clothed man finally breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly got up and agilely flipped over the wall of the Ji Residence. Just as he left, the shifting guards arrived at their posts one after another—the timing was perfect…

Song Yi slightly narrowed her eyes, walked over to give the antidote to the unconscious Le Yan, and then returned to her side hall.

The side hall was also exquisite and beautiful. Ji Yan’an had already instructed people to light the fireplace, and the moment Song Yi stepped in, it was warm and cozy.

Looking at the furnishings that closely resembled Ji Yan’an’s bedroom, Song Yi’s tense heart slowly relaxed. She felt very fatigued. After a simple wash, she also went to bed early.

The wind had not stopped. It was already the third watch of the zǐ hour (around 1:00 AM).

Song Yi’s sleep was naturally very light. Just as she turned over, she saw a dark figure at the doorway.

“Who!” Song Yi’s alertness was extremely high. Seeing the shadow, she immediately got up, sleep completely gone, with the poison needles in her sleeve ready.

“I… feel uncomfortable…” Ji Yan’an’s soft voice sounded in Song Yi’s ear. Only then did Song Yi sigh in relief. Realizing that Ji Yan’an was uncomfortable, she tensed up again.

Could it be that the wound on her back was acting up? Song Yi didn’t even have time to put on her outer clothing. In her inner garments with her long hair disheveled, she hurried to the door to open it.

“What’s wrong?” The cold air rushed in. Ji Yan’an was also in her inner garments, shivering and clutching her stomach, with a pained expression. Le Yan was standing beside her.

Without waiting for Ji Yan’an to speak, Song Yi quickly led Ji Yan’an into the room. Seeing that she couldn’t even stand steadily, Song Yi directly pulled her into her arms. Once everything was settled, Song Yi then asked Le Yan: “You come in too. What’s wrong with the Young Lady?”

Le Yan nervously stepped into Song Yi’s room and quickly explained: “Our Young Lady suddenly had indigestion in the middle of the night. Calling the imperial physician didn’t help, and she could only slowly bear it. It was really unbearable, and the Young Lady kept muttering about finding you. That’s why this servant accompanied the Young Lady to disturb you…”

Upon hearing this, Song Yi lowered her head to look at the person in her arms. Her eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and even her eyes were closed, as if she was still half-asleep and half-awake.

“I understand. You may step back first.” Song Yi embraced Ji Yan’an and coldly instructed Le Yan. Le Yan nodded repeatedly, not daring to look any further, turned around, and rushed out to stand guard.

Song Yi’s eyes returned to Ji Yan’an. The person in her arms held tightly onto the corner of Song Yi’s clothes with one hand, her distress clearly visible.

After carrying her onto the bed, Song Yi placed Ji Yan’an on the inside and lay down on the outside herself.

“Do… you want me to stay with you?” Although Song Yi was cold to others, she always asked Ji Yan’an carefully.

Ji Yan’an nodded and reached out to hug Song Yi, who was lying next to her, indicating that she wanted to cling to her constantly.

Song Yi subconsciously wanted to push Ji Yan’an away, but seeing her in such discomfort, she let her hug her.

Ji Yan’an kept hiccuping softly in discomfort. Her stomach churned, and she couldn’t lie down at all. Clinging to Song Yi was no help, so she had to sit up.

“Are you still very uncomfortable?” Song Yi also sat up with her. Ji Yan’an nodded, then tugged at the corner of Song Yi’s clothes again. She was extremely clingy now.