Transmigrated as the Short-Lived White Moonlight, I Ended Up Happily Ever After With the Female Lead - Chapter 6

Mother Ji watched the two of them, feeling a headache. She simply turned and went out to check on the decoction, unwilling to look at her daughter, who seemed to have gone silly.

“What exactly do you want?” Song Yi stood frowning to the side.

Ji Yan’an was also puffed up with anger, her apricot-shaped eyes closed in a sulky, defiant manner: “I’m telling you, that old witch will definitely come over to trouble you from time to time, and that Liang Jingcheng, he’s definitely no good. For the sake of my savior, I must come and live here.” The implication was, if you don’t move into my place, I’ll move into yours.

The moment Ji Yan’an thought of Liang Jingcheng’s eyes, she got goosebumps all over. This was the male lead? He deserved to be beaten to death with random sticks. They were all guys who were merely lustful.

Song Yi had assumed Ji Yan’an was staying to make things difficult and torment her, but she never expected it was merely to protect her.

“Miss may do as you please.” Song Yi finally conceded. Although she hated interacting with people the most, at this moment, she agreed merely to avoid disappointing Ji Yan’an.

Ji Yan’an’s eyes immediately flew open upon hearing this, curved into crescent moons with her smile, almost jumping forward to hug and nuzzle Song Yi’s arm.

It was already very cold when it snowed, but when the snow melted, it felt even more like being in an ice cellar. Ji Yan’an felt herself shivering just from sitting up for a short while, so she hugged her arms and shrank back into Song Yi’s washed-out, small quilt.

Song Yi glanced over sideways, with no intention of finding her a thicker quilt. She had originally intended for this young mistress to realize the difficulty and retreat, so why would she be so considerate?

Although it wasn’t snowing outside, the cold wind was still whistling loudly, so strong that Ji Yan’an couldn’t even hear the sound of the maidservant walking on the snow. This courtyard was so remote, without a sound except for the unsettling, incessant cold wind.

After an unknown period, Le Yan came in, carrying the medicine. The moment she entered the door, Ji Yan’an already smelled the strong scent of the traditional Chinese medicine.

Immediately, Ji Yan’an’s face wrinkled up like a steamed bun, twisted beyond recognition. Song Yi, who rarely took medicine, also frowned slightly at the smell, but ultimately said nothing.

“Miss, drink this bowl of hot medicine, sleep, and you’ll feel better when you wake up!” Little Le Yan didn’t find the smell of medicine unpleasant at all. She had been the one to decoct the medicine for Ji Yan’an the whole time, and her face was smudged with black marks from the smoke, making her look a bit disheveled.

She carefully brought the medicine to Ji Yan’an. Because of the rising heat, which blurred her vision, Le Yan freed one hand to gently fan away the steam rising from the medicine, which unfortunately spread the medicinal smell all over the room.

“I really can’t drink it.” Ji Yan’an tried a small sip and almost threw up.

Le Yan also felt sorry for her. She herself almost wanted to vomit when she first smelled the medicine, but she insisted on seeing to the decoction herself, not trusting anyone else to do it for Ji Yan’an. Now, asking this young mistress, who was used to the finest foods, to drink such bitter medicine was indeed too difficult.

“I’ll do it.” Song Yi couldn’t stand watching the medicine slowly cool down. She took the bowl from Le Yan’s hand with an expressionless face.

Ji Yan’an’s eyes widened in horror. Why wasn’t the female lead following the script? Shouldn’t she either leave out of annoyance or remain coldly silent? Was she going to feed her the medicine? The kind where their mouths touched?

Her mind wandered into inappropriate, flighty fantasies, until Song Yi’s cold voice abruptly cut in: “Open your mouth.”

The two words, colder than the chilling wind, snapped Ji Yan’an back to reality instantly. What was she thinking?! This was the aloof and rebellious female lead…

For some reason, even though Song Yi was feeding her the medicine with a harsh tone and icy expression, Ji Yan’an was quite pleased, swallowing mouthful after mouthful as if it were honey. This left Le Yan dumbfounded…

In a short while, the entire bowl of traditional Chinese medicine was inside Ji Yan’an’s stomach. Song Yi handed the bowl to Le Yan with an expression that suggested this was entirely expected.

“Thank…” Ji Yan’an was about to speak her thanks when she suddenly felt her stomach churn, and the bitterness in her throat intensified, “Ugh—”

By the time Ji Yan’an finished vomiting and felt utterly weak, she realized there was hardly any food in her stomach, only the medicine, which she had thrown up completely onto the floor. The smell immediately became indescribably awful…

The shame, the embarrassment, and her own discomfort finally overwhelmed Ji Yan’an, and she began to cry loudly, wailing miserably without any hint of a young mistress’s composure.

Song Yi stood far off to the side, watching Ji Yan’an cry pitifully. She didn’t want to speak, but Le Yan became upset.

“Miss went without breakfast just to rush and save you. Not only do you not thank her, but you’re standing so far away now. Are you despising our Miss?!” Le Yan angrily put her hands on her hips. She didn’t care about the other party’s status anymore and started scolding her pointedly. By the time she realized what she was doing, even Ji Yan’an had stopped crying.

The whole room fell silent. The wind outside still whistled, but Le Yan’s face instantly went white. She trembled, about to kneel and apologize to Song Yi, but Song Yi held her up.

“No need.” Song Yi’s heart skipped a beat when she heard Ji Yan’an hadn’t eaten breakfast just to save her. She turned back to look at the pale-faced Ji Yan’an sprawled on the bed, and for some reason, her mind was filled with agitation.

“I will go and live in your courtyard with you. You shouldn’t stay here; it’s not good for your recovery.” Song Yi dropped this sentence and went to pack her clothes. Ji Yan’an happily scrambled up. If she hadn’t felt genuinely unwell, she probably would have jumped up to celebrate.

“This is how I accidentally forced the female lead to compromise!” Ji Yan’an carefully stepped around the spot where she had vomited, happily muttering to herself.

Le Yan didn’t dare speak again. While the two mistresses were packing, she quickly summoned other maids to clean up the room, hoping to make up for her outburst.

In just one morning, Ji Yan’an had achieved her goal of getting the female lead to move into her place willingly. She was extremely happy and even ate a few extra steamed buns during lunch.

Mother Ji was puzzled to see the two who were originally at odds suddenly moving into the same courtyard, but for the sake of her daughter’s happiness, she let it go.

It was a beautiful afternoon. The snow outside had mostly melted. After a difficult time finishing her medicine with the help of preserved fruit, Ji Yan’an was leaning against the bed, reading a storybook. The wind outside had subsided a little, and Song Yi had settled safely into her courtyard.

Everything seemed to be falling into place, but Ji Yan’an suddenly fell into deep thought.

“Who told the old witch that Song Yi was the one who pushed me?” Ji Yan’an asked and answered herself, “Ji Tong’an, oh Ji Tong’an, you can even use the current Empress Dowager. You truly are the number one green tea bitch in the original novel…”

Just as she was pondering how to deal with Ji Tong’an, she heard the jingle of jade ornaments from outside the courtyard, accompanied by cheerful chatter. The sounds got closer and closer, and Ji Yan’an finally figured out who it was.