After Becoming the Cannon Fodder Live-in Spouse A (GL) - Chapter 13: The Thirteenth Day

Chapter 13: The Thirteenth Day

Su Wanqiu was waiting in the Listening to the Rain courtyard for her subordinates to join her, but perhaps Ye Fuguang’s loud departure caused them to sense something amiss, so they didn’t show up.

She took medicine again, planning to leave the courtyard after the incense scent faded, but she overheard a man’s words behind the wall, ordering someone to catch her, “this little rat.” She immediately recognized the speaker.

Fuyao, the Emperor’s close attendant in Yong’an City’s palace.

Only one person in the world could command him like that, one of the Shen family members she hated, the current Emperor.

How could she let herself fall into his hands?

Thus began her game of hide-and-seek escape in Prince Qi’s mansion.

At this moment.

Ye Fuguang didn’t know her earlier exaggerated escape in the courtyard had alerted Su Wanqiu. In the original story, the female lead let her guard down, allowing the male lead to approach her. Neither wanted to reveal their identity, and that secret encounter happened inside a fake mountain in the courtyard.

At that time, Su Wanqiu didn’t know the person she had a fleeting romance with was also a Shen family member.

Or perhaps, even if she later regretted it and guessed that a Qianyuan in Prince Qi’s mansion must be extraordinary, all those at the peak of the Great Dynasty’s power were her enemies. Now, after restoring her country, she just had one more person to kill.

But she never could have imagined that person was Shen Jingming.

In short, the subtle differences in reactions between the cannon fodder Ye Fuguang and the original owner, like a butterfly’s wings, gently fluttered and completely changed the meaning of this dramatic meeting between the male and female leads.

Now, Su Wanqiu covered her lips, playfully saying predatory words, making Ye Fuguang, the great scholar who had never seen such a scene, widen her eyes. Her entire aura seemed to scream:

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The person covering her lips slightly raised an eyebrow, noticing she wasn’t entirely lust-driven and still valued her life. She changed her tone, “I can let you go, but don’t make sounds that annoy me, hmm?”

Ye Fuguang nodded like a pecking chick.

As soon as she was released—

She lifted her skirt and leaned toward Shen Jinglan’s bed, catching a faint camellia fragrance. Like a child with a grown-up backing her, her soul settled.

Seeing this, Su Wanqiu’s eyes showed mockery, thinking this Qianyuan was a coward with no courage, relying on an unconscious person?

Her gaze shifted to the person on the bed, seeing Shen Jinglan’s face, which hadn’t changed much from over a decade ago. For a moment, the face on the sickbed overlapped with the figure on horseback she saw after escaping Yong’an City’s palace years ago.

The Shen general who led the Yan region’s Shen family army to crush the imperial city was now in such a sorry state, married to this useless person and even at her mercy…

What retribution.

A cold smile appeared on her face, her lips curling slightly, all seen by Ye Fuguang. She wanted to suggest seeing a doctor for facial nerve issues, but her own situation was clearly more worrying.

She sat on the bed’s edge, waving her five fingers in front of Su Wanqiu.

Then she pointed to the window, mouthing: Aren’t you leaving?

Su Wanqiu snapped back, ignored her, and kept facing her with arms crossed, sizing up her and the unconscious Prince Qi. For a moment, she considered killing Shen Jinglan before leaving, leaving Ye Fuguang unable to explain and taking the blame.

Her gaze was too terrifying.

Ye Fuguang felt a chill down her spine.

Unconsciously, she caught the faint lotus fragrance hidden deep on Su Wanqiu, vaguely seeing thorny green stems extending toward her, binding her tightly.

Soft, tough lotus stems wrapped around her body, with lotus leaves larger than her face curling and unfolding.

It was the alluring Dikun incense, yet it made her inexplicably fear the moment the lotus bloomed.

The room’s air was stolen.

The symptoms Ye Yuge had suppressed earlier showed signs of returning. In a daze, the vines seemed to wrap around her neck, choking her, making her dizzy and on the verge of falling under Su Wanqiu’s control.

Before her reason fell into the abyss—

She saw more hallucinations.

A sea of red.

It covered her vision.

As Ye Fuguang’s eyes lost focus, only Su Wanqiu could sense that the barely noticeable camellia incense in the room, as if detecting an intruder, grew stronger.

From her position, the once elegant room suddenly saw a plant rise from the ground, its branches twisting, glossy green leaves deepening in color, and spherical buds gradually blooming.

Clusters upon clusters.

In the deep red petals, golden stamens looked like eyes, silently watching her like soldiers, the lush camellias exuding a murderous aura.

As if they would take her bl00d to paint another red flower.

Su Wanqiu was forced back a step by this eerie, vibrant scene, stepping out of Prince Qi’s aura range, wondering in shock:

Does Shen Jinglan even know who she’s saving?

A worthless fool!

Ye Fuguang suddenly sneezed, snapping back to reality. She instinctively pressed her right hand, recalling Ye Yuge’s warning not to contact that Dikun’s incense again. Just as she sighed in relief, she noticed the camellia fragrance growing stronger.

She immediately turned to look.

The person on the bed was still asleep, but the swaying camellia scent didn’t retreat.

Compared to Su Wanqiu’s incense, which she couldn’t approach, Shen Jinglan’s was worse. During their casual talk while treating her today, Ye Yuge mentioned that the Yan Blade pulse, with its deep heat poison, must not have its bl00d stirred, especially for Qianyuan or Dikun, as stimulating the incense gland would only hasten death.

Ye Fuguang’s expression grew increasingly horrified.

In the original story, the cannon fodder Ye Fuguang had an extremely weak incense, even after becoming a Qianyuan in her youth. Her scent was barely recorded, as neither her kind nor Dikun could discern it.

Ye Rong personally checked her pulse and deemed her incense gland too small.

In short, the original owner, due to this near-eunuch-like condition, was once distressed and harassed brothel girls, insisting on Dikun and demanding each describe her incense scent. The less they could, the more perverse she became.

This troubled the current Ye Fuguang too.

In truth, a Qianyuan’s incense could soothe a Dikun, the two naturally compatible. A Qianyuan could trigger a Dikun’s incense cycle and suppress their scent, while a Dikun could stir a Qianyuan’s emotions during their cycle and comfort their unease.

When life was at stake—

Ye Fuguang recalled in the original story, Shen Jingming was once ambushed, his veins sealed, but it coincided with Su Wanqiu’s incense cycle. In desperation, she cut her incense gland with a sword, forcing the scent out to calm him.

Shen Jinglan had just inadvertently saved her.

One should have a conscience.

But this conscience hurt, hurt too much.

Ye Fuguang grabbed a sharp hairpin from her head, sighed, and noticed Su Wanqiu’s mental state seemed slightly better. She closed her eyes, told herself it was like popping a pimple, found the spot under her neck, and ruthlessly cut her skin.

Bl00d flowed from her jade neck.

She gasped heavily.

The nearest red camellia seemed sentient, leaning down slightly, its petals gently touching her wound.

Plum Garden seemed to be under a heavy snowfall.

At first, it was just bits of ice and snowflakes, barely noticeable. Then, thick snow fell, burying the camellia branches and leaves. In an instant, the deep red petals were covered in snow.

The vibrant red flowers turned into red ice crystals.

Frozen in the snowy scene.

This snow also fell into that endless hell.

In a bl00d-colored hell, a woman in battle armor suddenly looked up at the sky. She saw a hexagonal snowflake fall silently into her outstretched palm.

The second, the third…

Snowflakes kissed her eyelashes and brushed her cheeks.

The woman, whose vision was nearly ignited by the bl00d pool and smoke before her, felt her heart calm slightly due to this sudden snow.

Until she noticed the snowflakes trying to cling to her, touching her skin, slipping into her armor, the cold spreading through her collar, neck, and cheeks.

Shen Jinglan narrowed her phoenix eyes, looked down for a moment, and suddenly guessed where the snow came from—

She curled her lips and softly cursed, “Little hooligan.”