After Becoming the Cannon Fodder Live-in Spouse A (GL) - Chapter 14: The Fourteenth Day

Chapter 14: The Fourteenth Day

The room felt colder.

The sharp scent of Qianyuan’s pheromones remained unclear, yet it kept Su Wanqiu from truly getting closer to them. The icy fragrance lingered heavily, and no matter how faint, it wasn’t something Dikun’s pheromones could challenge—

She stared at the absurd scene before her.

That useless, superficial girl, surrounded by red camellias covered in white snow, closed her eyes due to bl00d loss, unaware of how her pheromones blended with the camellias, creating a dazzling icy spectacle.

A cold breeze slipped through the window gap.

It brushed across Su Wanqiu’s cheek.

It reminded her of an arrow from years ago that had grazed her face and saved her life.

Yet this insignificant girl, protected just once by unconscious Dikun pheromones, was willing to go this far for Shen Jinglan. Abruptly, Su Wanqiu felt mocked.

Noticing the Imperial Guards leaving outside the hall, she stood by the window and spoke in a voice only those inside could hear, sneering, “Even if she was once renowned, she’s just a useless person now. You don’t expect to wait for her to wake up and cling to her, do you?”

“She was only triggered by my pheromones earlier and reacted instinctively. She’s not the Prince Qi of old. You’re betting on the wrong person.”

Her voice was pleasant.

Yet her words were harsh.

Ye Fuguang opened her eyes again and reached under the blanket, using her body to shield her actions as she checked Shen Jinglan’s pulse. She found Shen Jinglan was indeed improving. Her defenseless face turned to Su Wanqiu, her gaze settling on the prominent beauty mark on Su Wanqiu’s face.

She opened her mouth to speak but felt a cool sensation on her face.

The pain had reached its limit. Any movement of the muscles near her neck or jaw pulled at the deep wound on the back of her neck. In short, Ye Fuguang embarrassingly burst into tears.

“Wah—”

She belatedly recalled her persona and whimpered, “Really?”

Is the prince really beyond saving?

Su Wanqiu: “…”

Seeing the Qianyuan crying like a weeping beauty, a flicker of surprise crossed Su Wanqiu’s face. Then she thought this was normal. She must have been possessed to take this useless girl seriously or even compare herself to her.

Disgust surfaced on her pure, charming face. Since she couldn’t get closer for now and staying risked discovery, Su Wanqiu took advantage of the staff change in Plum Garden and pushed open the window at the edge of the inner room.

She didn’t even leave Ye Fuguang a single warning.

Because even if this fool intended to reveal her whereabouts, Su Wanqiu would already be long gone from Prince Qi’s mansion. With a disguise, no one could track her.

Su Wanqiu only felt regret—regret that she couldn’t witness Shen Jinglan’s death or kill her herself.

…

“Squeak.”

The soft sound of the window frame signaled the departure of the strange and dangerous female lead.

Ye Fuguang didn’t dare relax until she heard a maid passing by ask someone, “Huh, why is the window to the small courtyard open? Didn’t the princess say she disliked the cold at night and didn’t want it open for ventilation?”

“Maybe the Imperial Guards’ commotion earlier caught the princess’s attention. It’s night now, so close the small window. Butler Yu ordered that the prince’s health comes first. If he catches a cold, neither you nor I have enough lives to pay for it.”

They whispered to each other and gently closed the window frame.

Only then did the figure barely holding on in the inner room collapse. Because of the wound on her back, she couldn’t lie flat or on her side, only resting lightly on the blanket beside Shen Jinglan.

Her chin rested on the mandarin duck pillowcase, tears falling with a patter, and the pain in her neck worsened.

“Wah wah wah.”

Ye Fuguang, a university student whose clothes were soaked with bloodstains, had endured being threatened and kidnapped by the female lead and suffered a major injury with nerve-focused pain. Now she sobbed miserably, even complaining through her tears:

“That scared me to death.”

“So creepy, today was way too unlucky…”

“I’ve never been hurt this badly in my life… wah wah, Shen Jinglan, Prince…”

Ye Fuguang wanted to say more but suddenly remembered something critical. She forgot to sterilize the hairpin before stabbing it in—she was doomed!

She hurriedly got up from the bed, ignoring her disheveled collar, and staggered toward the hall door, grimacing in pain. She opened the door and shouted, “Quick! Get me a doctor!”

–

It was another restless day at Prince Qi’s mansion.

During the day, the Emperor had sent the Imperial Guards to search for an assassin. Just as night fell, Butler Yu Qing was drawn by the princess’s clamor for a doctor.

All the servants saw the bl00d flowing from her neck, staining her clothes even redder.

Two Dikun following Yu Qing gasped and exchanged glances. They recalled rumors that this princess, due to her faint pheromones, had done some outrageous things in Jiangning City but later toned down in Yong’an City.

She… she wouldn’t have taken those antics out on the prince, would she?!

One clever servant quickly whispered to Butler Yu Qing about the severity of Ye Fuguang’s injury, warning that if a Qianyuan’s pheromone gland was damaged, her temperament might become even more brutal.

Yu Qing: ?

How much more brutal could she get?

For a moment, she considered letting Ye Fuguang bleed out and die here. But alas, scourges last forever. The bleeding had already stopped, and only the wound needed treatment. Yu Qing said coldly:

“The palace gates are locked now. To summon a doctor, we’d need to report this to the Emperor. Even if His Majesty permits it, the doctor might not arrive before the side consort’s wound heals.”

“Qianyuan and Dikun pheromone glands can heal on their own. I see the side consort is fine. Jixiang and Ruyi have some experience from their time with the army and can bandage well, so let them handle it.”

Ye Fuguang understood.

Half-worried, half-resigned, she turned back.

At that moment, someone mentioned, “Oh, Princess, a child from the Ye Family came earlier and sent you some things.”

“!”

It must be Ye Yuge!

Ye Fuguang’s eyes lit up at the thought of the divine doctor, feeling saved. But the light dimmed quickly as she recalled the doctor’s temper.

Bothering her twice in one day would probably get her stabbed to death with needles.

She responded glumly, asking for the items to be brought. As she walked back to the room, she felt something besides a letter in the silk cloth and opened it to check.

By then, Yu Qing had led the others away, leaving only Jixiang and Ruyi with her.

Ruyi looked at her with concern, remembering her usually mild temper, and boldly muttered, “Princess, you promised Miss Ye this afternoon not to overdo it.”

Ye Fuguang opened the letter, couldn’t see clearly in the dim light, and took out a small porcelain bottle. Lost in thought, she replied absently, “Hmm?”

Ruyi hesitated to say more.

Jixiang spoke bluntly, “Your bedroom activities are so intense now, and you injured yourself tonight. I’m afraid even the prince can’t handle it.”

Ruyi nodded like a pecking chick.

Ye Fuguang: “?”

She stared at them in shock.

Her face screamed: Are you hearing yourselves?

…

Ye Fuguang, bandaged up, returned to the inner room unsteadily.

She absentmindedly finished reading the letter and learned the pill was one of many miraculous medicines Ye Rong had gotten from an old doctor years ago. Only three remained, and now one was hers. It couldn’t detoxify Shen Jinglan immediately but could sustain her vitality.

It was a temporary lifeline.

Holding the medicine bottle, Ye Fuguang approached the bed, initially intending to explain this to the sleeping person. But halfway through, she couldn’t hold back and got distracted by the pain:

“It hurts so much… it’s killing me…”

She had offended the female lead and was now seen as a despised lecher in the mansion.

Ye Fuguang, the little cannon fodder, felt her aggro was too high and she was about to meet her cannon fodder fate. She might not even return to her original world.

Truly, Qianyuan would fall silent and Dikun would weep hearing this.

She mumbled softly, leaning close to the sleeping beauty Prince Qi’s ear, whining and acting coy:

“Shen Jinglan, I really gave my life for you—”

“Please wake up soon, okay?”

She seemed to be the only one who could protect her.