Transmigrated as the Short-Lived White Moonlight, I Ended Up Happily Ever After With the Female Lead - Chapter 34

The maidservants’ hands, which were pushing the door open, froze. They had no idea what was happening to Ji Yan’an inside, but given the Eldest Miss’s temperament, no one dared to defy her order not to enter.

Song Yi immediately got up and lit a candle. The room brightened considerably. Ji Yan’an was still sprawled on the ground, wincing in pain. With the sudden light, she could barely keep her eyes open.

“Yan’an?” Song Yi got out of bed in a rush, clad only in her inner garments. She saw Ji Yan’an still sitting on the floor, her back damp with sweat. The inner garment clung to Ji Yan’an’s back, outlining a wonderful visual feast.

Song Yi looked away, refraining from staring, and grabbed a blanket to cover Ji Yan’an before helping her up.

“Does it still hurt?” Song Yi asked Ji Yan’an, who was now sitting by the bed.

Ji Yan’an hadn’t fallen badly, but the heavy basin had caused significant bruising. Even without lifting the clothes to look, one could guess the miserable state of new injuries added to old ones.

“I’m fine, but we’ll probably have to be friends with those medicines every day from now on,” Ji Yan’an didn’t forget to complain even at a time like this. To be honest, ever since she transmigrated, it had been nothing but taking medicine or applying medicine, and the pain was truly and physically felt by Ji Yan’an.

Song Yi silently got up, rummaged through the cabinet for a moment, took out an inner garment that Ji Yan’an could wear, and walked over. Her hands instinctively reached out to help Ji Yan’an change.

“You, you, you, what are you doing!” Ji Yan’an immediately became embarrassed, covering her clothes with both hands, looking at Song Yi like a little rabbit encountering a big bad wolf.

Song Yi also realized it was inappropriate. She stood there awkwardly, the new clothes clutched in her hand, unsure of what to do.

A sudden cold breeze blew from somewhere, and Ji Yan’an also felt the wet patch on her back sticking to her wound, causing sharp pain. Since she didn’t want to waste time applying medicine in the middle of the night, she blushed and said, “Put the clothes down and turn around!”

Only then did Song Yi, like a wooden figure, put the clothes down and obediently turned her back, not daring to look back.

Ji Yan’an stared at Song Yi’s back and suddenly felt like laughing. To make a proud and haughty heroine reveal such a cute side, even the original male lead probably didn’t have this privilege.

Afraid of pulling her wound, Ji Yan’an only dared to undress gently, but she couldn’t figure out these layers upon layers of ancient clothing, especially inner garments, which were all white. Even the thin layer had ties that gave Ji Yan’an a headache.

With this headache, she couldn’t be mindful of her movements. Consequently, the part sticking to the wound on her back was pulled by Ji Yan’an, causing her to gasp sharply in pain again. Song Yi heard it very clearly, thinking something else had happened to Ji Yan’an, and hurried to turn around, only to see a very… startling scene!

“Ah!!!”

Another familiar scream, but this one contained a few more hints of… shyness?

Ji Yan’an shrunk entirely into the quilt, only sticking out her head to look at Song Yi, teary-eyed: “What should I do! You’ve seen my whole body!!”

Song Yi showed unprecedented panic, almost running out of the room, but stopping abruptly at the door.

“Why don’t you marry me!” Ji Yan’an initially cared a lot, but realized they were both women. Just as she was about to say it was fine, she saw Song Yi’s flustered look. Her eyes darted, and an evil thought surprisingly arose in her heart.

“What?” Song Yi was indeed confused and immediately stopped moving outside, facing the door as she asked Ji Yan’an.

Ji Yan’an wore a look of successful mischief and continued to appear pitiful: “They say only a future husband can see my body, and now you’ve seen it! Hmph! I don’t care, you have to take responsibility for me!”

Ji Yan’an only said it in passing, seeking momentary gratification, wanting to see Song Yi flustered and speechless. But Ji Yan’an never expected…

Song Yi actually nodded very seriously, then turned around, regardless of whether Ji Yan’an had changed her clothes or not, and walked towards her step by step, stopping by the bed: “It’s not impossible.”

Her eyes were full of sincerity and affirmation, which made Ji Yan’an feel guilty. Seeing that Song Yi seemed to be taking it seriously, she quickly said, “We are both women…”

“What’s wrong with being women?” Song Yi didn’t let Ji Yan’an finish her sentence, and this one sentence of hers truly blocked Ji Yan’an, leaving her speechless, mouth agape.

Right, what’s wrong with being women? Ji Yan’an recalled that she had just transmigrated from modern times, a time that was so open-minded. How did her mind become so rigid after coming to ancient times?

Ji Yan’an couldn’t speak, but Song Yi only took it as anger. She lowered her eyes as if submitting: “It was my fault. Yan’an, don’t be angry.”

These simple eight words unsettled Ji Yan’an. Carefully observing Song Yi’s expression, she had shed her usual haughty demeanor and was willing to speak in a softer tone.

“It’s almost dawn, let’s just rest.” Ji Yan’an could tell that if she didn’t say something to ease the tension, the air would probably freeze again. So, she simply took responsibility for changing the topic, urging Song Yi to quickly get into bed and sleep.

Song Yi nodded without saying anything. She first blew out the candle on the bedside table, then gently lay down on the outer side, miles away from Ji Yan’an, who was huddled in the corner.

“I’m not going to eat you…” Ji Yan’an finally stopped shrinking, and tentatively lay down beside Song Yi without touching her wound. Feeling Song Yi so far away, Ji Yan’an complained with some dissatisfaction.

As soon as the words left her mouth, Song Yi almost rolled off the bed. Seeing Ji Yan’an sleeping on the inner side, she scooted closer inward. Both had their respective awkwardness, but due to the all-night ordeal, they fell asleep quickly.

The next day, the sky was bright.

Sunlight was already streaming through the window. The maidservants in the old residence had long since woken up. Breakfast had been brought to the side hall. The Old Madam had also been up for a while, sitting in front of her dressing table: “I heard Yan’an didn’t sleep well last night?”

The Old Madam was reading the letter sent by Ji Yongning last night. It was deep into the night, but she vaguely heard Ji Yan’an calling out a few times. She asked the maidservant beside her, who only said that Ji Yan’an hadn’t slept well.

“Yes. She hasn’t woken up yet. This servant was thinking, perhaps the two of them talked late into the night and slept late?” The wet nurse who had taken Ji Yan’an there speculated while combing the Old Madam’s hair.

The Old Madam looked at her aged reflection in the mirror, then thought of the youthful Ji Yan’an, and couldn’t help but sigh at the vitality of the young.

“No need to rush to wake them. Keep the breakfast warm over the stove, and deliver it to their room when they wake up,” the Old Madam instructed. Her hair was already styled. Today, the Old Madam didn’t wear many gold hairpins, but a few orchid jade hairpins, sitting at the table and continuing to examine the family letter.

Ji Yongning had written down all the information he had investigated about Ji Tong’an’s whereabouts in the letter, including Ji Tong’an’s frequent meetings with the concubine-born daughter of the Lin residence…

Here, Ji Yan’an and Song Yi had both woken up, but the weather outside was cold, and Ji Yan’an absolutely refused to get up. Seeing that Song Yi had already changed her clothes and finished her wash, Ji Yan’an sighed and reluctantly got out of bed.

“Le Yan…” Ji Yan’an called out weakly. The few cries of agony last night had completely strained her throat. When she woke up this morning, her throat hurt badly. It took several sips of water before she could speak, but her voice was slightly altered.

It sounded like a weather-beaten… old lady?

Ji Yan’an held the cup, obediently letting Le Yan help her wash and comb her hair. Her long hair was originally combed very smooth by Song Yi, but after a night’s sleep, it was a mess again.

Le Yan combed Ji Yan’an’s hair with a wry smile, maintaining good control over the force. However, with Song Yi standing beside her, she kept recalling the time at the inn when Miss Song told her not to casually hug Ji Yan’an again.

Finally, the combing was done. Ji Yan’an casually slipped on a long skirt and was about to go pay her respects to the Old Madam. Just as she reached the door, seeing Song Yi not moving, she tilted her head and asked, “What’s wrong? We need to go pay our respects to Grandmother! What if she gets angry if we don’t go soon?”

Ji Yan’an put her hands on her hips, looking like she was lecturing, which made Song Yi chuckle. She pointed to the water clock: “If she were truly going to punish you, you would have been dragged to the ancestral hall already.”

“It’s already Sì hour (9-11 am) early!?”

Ji Yan’an couldn’t read these ancient timekeeping devices. Only after Le Yan explained did she realize.

She had slept until… 9 o’clock?

“Grandmother didn’t say anything, did she?” Ji Yan’an was a little scared. Didn’t ancient people emphasize the importance of going early to pay respects? She should have gone at seven, but she dragged it until nine!!?

Song Yi took a cloak and draped it over Ji Yan’an, then took the lead in walking out of the room, saying emotionlessly, “The Old Madam sent someone this morning and said that you don’t need to pay your respects to her, and can eat breakfast in the room.”

“Then where are you going?”

“To fetch breakfast.” Song Yi stood outside the door and instructed a maidservant a few words, then walked back into the room and met Ji Yan’an’s gaze.

“No, then my cloak?” Ji Yan’an blinked, feeling like she had slept herself silly. Why couldn’t she quite understand what Song Yi was doing.

“Last night, you snatched the quilt and kicked it onto the floor. When I noticed, your hands were already getting cold. I was afraid you’d catch a chill, so I got you a cloak. Why? Don’t you want to wear it?” Song Yi deliberately repeated Ji Yan’an’s sleeping posture from last night, making Ji Yan’an feel utterly mortified.

But Ji Yan’an also noticed that while Song Yi had subtly become a bit more scheming, she had also become more talkative and caring. Ji Yan’an looked at Song Yi with some relief and happily sat down at the dining table with Song Yi to rinse her mouth and wait for the food.

The maidservants in the old residence were equally efficient. In less than a quarter of an hour, the food that had been kept warm over the fire all morning was brought up, still steaming hot.

“Then I’ll start eating!” Ji Yan’an grabbed her chopsticks, her eyes sparkling. Aside from the meal last night, it had been a long time since she had such a delicate meal.

“Has Miss finished her breakfast?” The wet nurse who led the way last night asked gently from the doorway.

Here, Ji Yan’an had just put down her chopsticks and quickly replied before she even had a chance to wipe her mouth: “Yes!”

“We have a guest in the residence. The Old Madam asks you and Miss Song to show your faces.” The wet nurse said through the door.

A guest? Ji Yan’an frantically went through the characters in the original novel in her mind and found that among all the memorable characters, only one cannon fodder female supporting character hadn’t appeared yet. That cannon fodder female supporting character went offline only a few days later than the White Moonlight.