After Becoming the Cannon Fodder Live-in Spouse A (GL) - Chapter 12: The Twelfth Day

Chapter 12: The Twelfth Day

The grip on her right hand was heavy, pressing exactly on her vital point, making Ye Fuguang unable to resist. She could only let the doctor push up her wide sleeve, revealing the purple veins beneath her snowy skin to Ye Yuge’s eyes.

She narrowed her eyes.

She saw the purple veins spreading continuously.

After some time, the person in front of her, under the swaying reed curtain, took a light breath.

Ye Yuge was about to check her pulse again when she heard this and coldly raised her eyes, signaling her to speak if she had something to say.

Ye Fuguang blinked, not understanding her intent, but remembering that one should be honest with doctors, she whispered, “It hurts…”

The pressure on her vital point was too strong.

Her tone was soft, unlike the aggressive attitude on the day she returned home, but somehow, after speaking, she noticed Ye Yuge’s expression grew darker, reflecting the sky as the sun fully set.

Did she say something wrong?

Ye Fuguang was confused but didn’t dare ask. Ye Yuge suddenly produced several silver needles and swiftly inserted them into key points on her right hand with heavy force, as if particularly displeased with her.

“!”

Did she choose the wrong doctor?

Earlier, the gatekeeper at Prince Qi’s mansion said Ye Yuge had sent a letter. She thought Ye Yuge had suddenly awakened to family ties and decided to help her despite past grudges, so she rushed to seek the divine doctor’s help. Now, it seemed this divine doctor might want to take her life while she was ill.

Ye Fuguang’s imagination ran wild when she heard the cold voice say:

“What are you spacing out for? I didn’t stab your brain.”

“…”

She glanced at the silver needles still in her right hand and followed Ye Yuge’s steps hesitantly. Her eyes were busy watching the path and the needles, afraid they’d fall or pierce deeper. The short walk to the Ye Family courtyard left her heart pounding with fear.

After finally sitting down, she realized she was in Ye Yuge’s study. Under someone else’s roof, Ye Fuguang, the great scholar, felt she needed to salvage the situation.

She tried to make conversation. “The incense in your study is tasteful. Is it the breeze carrying the bamboo forest’s fresh scent inside?”

Ye Yuge, whose incense was indeed bamboo-scented: “…”

A hint of mockery appeared in her expression as she looked at the person before her, a disgrace to Qianyuan in every way, someone who had been repeatedly fooled by her incense in the past without noticing.

One look, and Ye Fuguang knew she had flattered the wrong thing again.

She lowered her gaze and pretended to be dead.

But this didn’t quell Ye Yuge’s anger. After checking her pulse and confirming the strange poison in her body was related to Dikun, Ye Yuge sneered and tapped her finger on Ye Fuguang’s wrist pulse.

“Ye Fuguang,” she said lightly, “if you die in those pleasure districts later, don’t expect me to collect your body.”

Ye Fuguang, scolded on behalf of the original owner: “?”

She felt the need to correct the other’s stereotype. “I didn’t do anything. I was just in the mansion. This was a sudden disaster. If you don’t believe me, ask Ruyi and the others.”

Ruyi, standing nearby, didn’t know her exact condition but nodded in agreement. “Yes, the princess was only reading in the courtyard. It happened after she came out.”

Before they left, Jixiang had already reported the matter to Steward Yu. Though Yu Qing disliked the side consort Ye, someone causing trouble in the mansion was a slap to her face. She was likely investigating the entire estate now.

But there was no need to tell Ye Yuge this.

After hearing the explanation, Ye Yuge only raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable.

Ye Fuguang continued to act obedient, her eyes drooping as if invisible ears and a big tail were also hanging low until a glint caught her eye.

She looked closely—

The future divine doctor Ye Yuge quietly unrolled a long scroll of sheepskin in front of her, filled with silver needles of various sizes, from short to long, thin to thick, making Ye Fuguang’s hair stand on end.

To confirm, she wasn’t in “The Return of Princess O,” was she?

“Ahhh!”

A bl00d-curdling scream came from Ye Yuge’s study.

It startled the page boy guarding the door, making him shrink back.

In the room filled with the scent of ink and bamboo, an extremely cold voice said with disdain, “I haven’t even started.”

The woman in pink, clutching the table corner with her left hand, replied with a do-or-die attitude, “I-I’m just rehearsing.”

“…” Ye Yuge saw her tense veins, paused for a moment, then asked, “What book were you reading?”

She only meant to distract the fool, but the question made Ye Fuguang freeze like a startled rabbit, staring wide-eyed, causing Ye Yuge to frown in confusion.

Ye Fuguang reacted slowly, licked her lower lip, and said, “How about we talk about something else? Like the patient I mentioned last time. Have you found a way to treat them?”

She had read the letter Ye Yuge sent to the mansion today.

It was full of detailed questions requiring her to record and observe to answer.

“Revising books is boring. Just passing the time,” Ye Yuge replied casually, as if she didn’t care whether Ye Fuguang answered.

The light in Ye Fuguang’s eyes dimmed.

This made the divine doctor, who had already started needling to draw out the poison, glance sideways and say, “What, is that person important to you?”

It concerned the safety of her little head!

Ye Fuguang nodded heavily.

Her serious expression as she looked at the green-robed divine doctor stopped Ye Yuge’s mocking words. After needling a few points and drawing out black bl00d, she lowered her eyes calmly and said, “Then burn a few more incense sticks at the temple and pray I find a cure before she dies.”

“I will!”

Ye Yuge avoided looking at her foolish appearance. Though the current Ye Family eldest miss was less annoying than before, she still didn’t like her. After draining the poisoned bl00d and seeing her right hand’s veins return to normal, she said perfunctorily, “This is ‘Shijun Jue,’ a poison that accumulates over time and can infect Qianyuan.”

She only explained this much before reverting to her usual self. “Don’t have such heavy tastes in the future.”

Don’t play with those Dikun with peculiar hobbies, or you won’t even know how you died.

Since she hadn’t insulted anyone for a quarter of an hour, Ye Fuguang assumed she had tsundere syndrome and cheerfully replied, “Okay! I promise not to eat spicy food!”

“…”

In the end, Ye Fuguang was chased out of the courtyard by the page boy.

She still couldn’t figure out Ye Yuge’s temper, but remembering she didn’t even give face to the male and female leads, she let it go. As long as she didn’t slip up and break character, it wasn’t a big deal.

Returning to the mansion with Ruyi, her mood had brightened, as her right hand’s issue was a false alarm. But upon entering, the tense atmosphere startled her. “What’s going on?”

Yu Qing, passing by quickly with a grim expression, reminded her, “The Emperor is visiting incognito, saying there’s an assassin in the mansion. For the prince’s safety, the Imperial Guards are searching thoroughly. If the princess has no urgent business, return to Plum Garden and don’t wander outside.”

She replied blankly, “Oh.”

Was this in the original story?

Which minor character added their own plot?

Ye Fuguang returned to Plum Garden, confused. Entering the familiar room, she habitually wanted to check on Shen Jinglan’s condition, but as she stepped into the inner chamber, something felt off. A strange intuition told her:

Someone else was here.

She stood dazed for a moment, and as she turned—

A sharp weapon pressed against her lower back, and an extremely pleasant yet cold voice warned:

“Don’t move.”

Ye Fuguang: “?”

A knock came at the hall door, and the Imperial Guards’ voice sounded outside. “Consort Ye, we are under the Emperor’s orders to investigate the assassin in the mansion.”

Soon after.

The door opened, and a woman with slightly disheveled clothes, as if she had hurriedly put on a coat, smiled faintly. “I was out of the mansion all afternoon. You didn’t search then, but now you come to disturb me. Are you suspecting I brought someone in?”

“No such intention,” the guard leader saluted, lowering his head. “We’re only asking if Consort Ye saw any suspicious people entering or leaving Plum Garden.”

“No.”

Ye Fuguang was about to close the door when a book fell from her arms, opening on the ground. The wind flipped it, revealing countless bold and risqué illustrations.

Things like an old man pushing a cart, turtle shell binding…

Ye Fuguang: “…”

The guard leader looked down: “…”

Silence, a deadly silence.

Ye Fuguang stood frozen for a while, then a pain at her waist pulled her soul back. She gave the guard leader a faint smile and asked calmly, “As you see, I’m discussing tonight’s play with the prince. Want to join?”

The guard leader: “?!”

He shook his head like a rattle, stepped back, and even closed the door for her!

After the loud thud.

Ye Fuguang, like a wandering spirit, looked at the girl beside her, who had concealed her presence. On her delicate face, a nearly bewitching red mole at her lip corner shone brightly in the night.

She was the assassin the Emperor was searching for, the female lead who was supposed to have close contact with the Emperor at this plot point, Su Wanqiu.

But why?

Why was she here?

Before she could think more.

The cold blade at her waist withdrew, replaced by a warm hand covering her lips and a warm breath near her neck. The words were seductive, yet the danger made Ye Fuguang feel like a snake’s tongue had flicked over her.

“The guards ruined the mood—” Su Wanqiu lowered her voice, mindful of those outside, and asked with a light smile, “Looks like I’ll have to make up for it. How about I join the princess and the prince tonight?”