After Becoming the Cannon Fodder Live-in Spouse A (GL) - Chapter 11: The Eleventh Day

Chapter 11: The Eleventh Day

As Su Wanqiu returned, Ye Fuguang slowly recalled why “Listening to the Rain” felt familiar—

This was where the novel’s main characters first got intimate!

The unique setting, combined with Su Wanqiu’s signal scent blooming like summer lotuses, made Shen Jingming feel like he was seeing a summer scene in early spring. He even had the “Listening to the Rain” scenery recreated in Yong’an City, declaring it the Empress’s palace.

Remembering the strong fragrance she smelled earlier, Ye Fuguang snapped out of her daze, stuffed the storybook into her robes, and ran out like an arrow from a bow.

“Ruyi! Let’s go!”

Ruyi: ?

She looked confusedly at the figure rushing out. “What urgent matter does the Princess have?”

“Can’t explain.”

Don’t ask.

If she asked, it was because slowing down meant stumbling into the main characters’ intimate scene. She didn’t want to lose her senses to Su Wanqiu’s signal scent or get caught by Shen Jingming’s Imperial Guards.

Strange.

Did the Emperor come to Prince Qi’s mansion today?

Why wasn’t she told about such a big event? If he didn’t come, what would Su Wanqiu do?

Ye Fuguang ran faster. Ruyi could barely keep up, panting behind her. When Ye Fuguang stopped, she didn’t feel tired. While waiting for Ruyi, she thought she was worrying over nothing—

That was the female lead.

Smart, charming, and limitless, the female lead escaped life-and-death situations easily in the original story. A mere signal period, especially her big first meeting with the male lead, wasn’t something a side character like Ye Fuguang needed to fret over.

“P-Princess…” Ruyi, out of breath, reached her side and looked up, startled. “Oh no, what’s wrong? Why’s your face so red?”

Ye Fuguang: ?

…

Ye Fuguang wasn’t the only one puzzled. Su Wanqiu, back at the “Listening to the Rain” courtyard, was too.

She’d planned to lure away the troublesome maid and create some ambiguous moment with the foolish concubine. If she could knock her out at the right time and suppress her signal period again, all would be fine. But now, the rundown courtyard was empty inside and out. If not for the lingering warmth on the wooden couch by the window, she’d think she imagined it all.

Where did Ye Fuguang go?

She definitely smelled her scent. With her lustful nature, she’d surely come looking for the source. But she should’ve followed the scent’s direction. Where did she run off to?

Was she directionally challenged?

Su Wanqiu stared at the empty courtyard, speechless.

Moments later, she pressed the uncomfortable spot on her neck where the signal scent came from, her mood darkening. A slightly mocking smile appeared.

Missing today didn’t matter. Since Ye Fuguang smelled her scent, she wouldn’t escape in the future.

Even if Su Wanqiu used “Shijun Jue” to suppress her signal period, making it undetectable, Ye Fuguang would still be instinctively drawn to her, obsessed as a Qianyuan.

After her earlier slip-up got her noticed, Su Wanqiu took the drug again and became more cautious. When she heard footsteps approaching the courtyard, she immediately hid herself.

…

Shen Jingming, coming from the Plum Garden, narrowed his eyes at the dilapidated courtyard and gave an intrigued smile. “Didn’t expect so many surprises in Prince Qi’s mansion.”

A hidden Dikun?

What was their motive?

“Fuyao, call someone to… catch a little mouse for me.”

“Yes.”

While Shen Jingming and Su Wanqiu played their game of wits, Ye Fuguang, back at the Plum Garden, faced a major life crisis—

“Princess, what’s this?”

Jixiang returned to report on digging wild vegetables, saying they could make dumplings, cold vegetable salad, and stir-fried shepherd’s purse with eggs tonight. She asked if Ye Fuguang wanted the kitchen to prepare more dishes. As she got her answer and turned to leave, she felt a tug on her clothes.

Ye Fuguang, her face bright red: “…”

She looked at her right hand, which had somehow grabbed Jixiang’s hem, blinked, and said dryly, “Your clothes have nice fabric.”

“Thank you, Princess. This was given by Steward Yu to the mansion…” Before Jixiang could finish, she saw that hand creep upward along her hem, almost reaching her waist. Then, with a “slap,” Ye Fuguang’s left hand smacked her right hand, pulling it back.

“Dinner, just let the kitchen handle it. I’m not picky, anything’s fine.” She spoke quickly, giving Jixiang an awkward but composed smile.

Jixiang paused for a few moments.

As she left, she glanced at Ruyi, who was walking over from the corridor in new clothes. “What was wrong with the Princess just now?”

“I don’t know,” Ruyi said, still shaken from the trip back. “On the way here, she suddenly started pulling at her own clothes, scaring me. Then she grabbed my sleeve and apologized. The way she acted… could she be possessed?”

Jixiang frowned and glared at her.

“Don’t say that nonsense. How can you talk about the master like that? Besides, you and I are Zhongjun, and the Princess is Qianyuan. If it’s that—” She paused, narrowing her eyes. “Could it be her passion period?”

A Dikun’s signal period could trigger a Qianyuan’s passion period.

But.

They hadn’t heard from the two maids by Steward Yu about any issues with Prince Qi.

Ruyi, younger, hadn’t thought of this earlier but now realized. “Back in the ‘Listening to the Rain’ courtyard, the Princess asked if I smelled anything. Could it be a Dikun in our mansion…?”

…

They were still guessing.

But Ye Fuguang was losing it.

When she realized it was Su Wanqiu’s signal scent, she hadn’t thought this thorny rose was so toxic. Its deadly allure was completely different from Shen Jinglan’s scent on the night she entered the mansion—

She’d thought, though she was a woman, in this book, she was a Qianyuan at the top of the food chain. Even if she was affected by some passion poison, she wouldn’t get weak and feverish like a Dikun, nor burn with desire like men, needing to release it.

Maybe the author didn’t set it up, or the plot was too strong. Now, having smelled Su Wanqiu’s scent like the original character, she didn’t want to relieve it, and ended up like this.

Without any “weapon,” her right hand was acting so strange.

Whether seeing a Zhongjun or Dikun, it seemed to have a mind of its own, turning rogue.

In the short time she sat on the bed’s edge, her right hand started groping under the silk blanket. Seeing it, Ye Fuguang slapped her right hand again.

“Please don’t poke around everywhere.”

“Are you crazy? Doing this to your adoptive mother? Trying to shame me to death?”

She scolded her red, slapped right hand.

The hand’s veins looked slightly purple, as if all her body’s heat was focused there. It quieted for a moment after her scolding, then curled its index and middle fingers, starting to peck at the bedboard like a woodpecker, “tap tap tap.”

Ye Fuguang: “…”

Argh, she couldn’t live like this!

Just kill her!

“Stop poking, ancestor, my nails hurt… No, let’s be reasonable. Don’t you think you’re too thin?” College-student Ye went wild, even insulting herself.

Her right hand paused—

Then the ring finger joined in, pecking at the bedpost.

“…”

As Ye Fuguang desperately wanted to bang her head against the wall, a heavenly voice came from outside. “Princess, the gatekeeper sent a letter from the Ye Family, signed by Ye Yuge. Would you like to see it?”

Dusk fell.

At the Ye Family’s back gate.

Ye Yuge, arms crossed and brows furrowed, looked at the sneaky group from Prince Qi’s mansion who’d called her out. Wondering if Ye Fuguang had caused trouble again, she saw the leader, wrapped tightly with a reed veil, eyes teary under the translucent curtain.

That puppy-dog look again.

Her brows furrowed tighter, and she looked away. “What do you want?”

Couldn’t it be said in a letter?

“Wuu—”

A soft sob came. Ye Fuguang clung to her like a lifeline, eyes full of hope. “I’m sick. Can you… can you check on me?”

If it’s about being sick, just say it. Why cry?

Ye Yuge, annoyed, grabbed her left hand, already suspecting some shameful illness from fooling around outside. Just as she felt her pulse, a “slap” sounded.

Ye Fuguang’s other hand unhesitatingly swatted her action away.

As if saying: Not this one. ┅

Ye Yuge: “?”

She narrowed her eyes, about to speak, when Ye Fuguang’s left hand reached out again. “One… one more time?”

“…”

Ye Yuge checked her pulse again, this time sensing something and dodging Ye Fuguang’s right hand’s slap. Coldly, she said, “If you won’t let me treat it, get lost.”

“I’ll let you, I’ll let you…” Ye Fuguang’s face flushed red. “But I can’t control it. Wuu, don’t be mad at me. I didn’t want this weird illness, qaqaqa…”

It’s all this trash novel’s fault!

Ye Yuge’s throat moved slightly.

She lowered her eyes, staying silent this time. She precisely grabbed Ye Fuguang’s right hand, but before she could push up the sleeve, Ye Fuguang recoiled as if forced, avoiding her touch.

“Don’t move.” Her tone softened a bit.