After Becoming the Cannon Fodder Live-in Spouse A (GL) - Chapter 30: The Thirtieth Day

Chapter 30: The Thirtieth Day

The scent of camellia mixed with the aroma of wine spread through the spacious carriage.

Ye Fuguang held Shen Jinglan to sit properly. Since the maids were not allowed to enter this inner compartment, after letting go, she personally arranged a cushion for the prince. When she looked at Shen Jinglan’s beautiful face again, she noticed her eyelashes trembling slightly but never opening. She couldn’t help but ask, “Prince… what’s wrong with your eyes?”

She said, “Did sand get in them? Should I blow on them?”

The little princess’s breath came infinitely close, but it didn’t make Shen Jinglan, who was currently blind, feel wary or alert. She was just too weak, like a puppy or kitten licking its master’s fingertips when they were sick or injured.

It calmed her unease and even made her chest feel soothed.

Shen Jinglan’s eyes moved slightly, and she lifted her eyelids, looking toward the direction of the nearby voice. Compared to her usual sharp, lake-like gaze that people dared not meet, her eyes now seemed covered in a mist. The petal-shaped scar at the corner of her left eye became vivid for some unknown reason—

When she looked over so blankly, Ye Fuguang’s breath stopped.

…Is this what it means to wield beauty like a weapon?

The book never said Prince Qi was this alluring!

Just a change in her gaze had such a huge impact on her aura. If Shen Jinglan had looked like this when she woke up in Plum Garden, Ye Fuguang definitely wouldn’t have been scared to tears. She might even have treated her like a stunning weapon figurine, wanting to kiss, hug, and cling to her.

At this moment, the little princess leaned closer to those captivating phoenix eyes. Though she didn’t see any sand in them, she still gently blew a breath toward Shen Jinglan’s eyes.

Puff—

She asked curiously, “Does it still hurt?”

Shen Jinglan slowly blinked her eyes.

She could naturally feel the gentle breeze and even a faint sweetness, the taste of lotus pastry.

Her lips curved slightly, and for some reason, the tension in her eased a bit. The difficulty she thought her pride would never let her admit suddenly became much simpler. She instinctively felt that no matter her condition, this little princess wouldn’t look at her with the same gazes as others.

Pity, mockery, ridicule, or regret—Shen Jinglan felt disgusted just thinking about those.

So she said, “Hmm.”

But when Ye Fuguang tried to lean in to blow again, Shen Jinglan raised her hand to press the person whose breath was falling on her face into her arms. As the little pet instinctively flailed, Shen Jinglan tilted her head slightly and said in a low voice, “But it’s not because of sand.”

She said, “Fuguang, I can’t see.”

A very soft sentence.

Only Ye Fuguang, who was holding her, could hear it. She even blinked in a daze, feeling something lightly pluck at the stone-like weight in her left chest.

It made a trembling sound.

While thinking how someone could call her name so beautifully, she responded with worry and hesitation, “What should we do?”

…

Shen Jinglan didn’t give her an answer.

Rather, there was a more pressing matter at hand—

For example, changing Prince Qi out of the clothes that reeked of green plum wine.

The person who could calmly order maids to change her clothes upon waking now seemed to have developed some unspoken dependence and trust in Ye Fuguang. In the end, when the inner compartment’s door opened, it was the little princess who poked her head out and reached toward Yinping and Quhua, “Are there spare clothes in the carriage? Give me the prince’s set.”

A moment later.

She returned with a set of dark clothes and began undressing and dressing Shen Jinglan. She noticed that the prince’s invisible intimidating presence from last night by the hot spring pool had weakened significantly. Shen Jinglan let her lift her arms and move her about, suddenly fulfilling Ye Fuguang’s childhood dream of dressing a Barbie doll.

Shen Jinglan’s appearance and figure were truly too beautiful.

By the end, Ye Fuguang even forgot her earlier desires when holding her, filled purely with admiration and awe for beauty. When tying the waistband, she couldn’t help but boldly ask, “Prince, I know it’s not right, but… can I kiss you?”

Shen Jinglan: “?”

Her brow twitched slightly, unsure how this little pet suddenly dared to be so intimate with her.

Even though she couldn’t see, her eyelids lowered slightly, and she casually nodded, as if giving permission. After all, troubling the little princess was pointless—her condition wasn’t something this little deer could solve.

Oh my gosh, so obedient!

Mother’s going to kiss this little beauty to pieces today!

Ye Fuguang’s courage swelled, even feeling she could take charge. Instantly enchanted and dazed, she carefully held Shen Jinglan’s jaw with both hands, her breath falling on her forehead.

When her kiss landed like a soft feather in the center of Shen Jinglan’s forehead, Shen Jinglan’s hands, resting at her sides, couldn’t help but twitch. She thought to herself:

That’s it?

So chaste?

But as that tender, lingering kiss flowed like spring rain from her forehead, down the bridge of her nose, across her cheeks, and finally to her lips, General Shen, accustomed to the fierce and swift momentum of the battlefield, suddenly understood what it meant to be overcome by gentleness.

Her raised hand ended up resting on the wooden window frame of the carriage curtain.

Noticing Ye Fuguang kissing with increasing fervor, even wrapping her arms tighter around her waist, Shen Jinglan, who had been letting her pet romp freely, realized she couldn’t remain so leisurely.

Her fingertips, casually resting on the small window, suddenly gripped the carved frame tightly.

At some point, the sky had begun to drizzle with spring rain, leaving a thin layer on her fingers and the window frame. It even seemed about to drift into the carriage, wetting her fingers. She grasped futilely, leaving only a mark on the dark wooden window, quickly swallowed by the rain.

In the end, her palm was so wet it dripped.

—

When Ye Fuguang was pushed away, her kiss had already reached Shen Jinglan’s neck.

The originally neat dark robe’s collar was now disheveled by her, paired with the faint red at the corner of Shen Jinglan’s eyes as she lowered her gaze, inexplicably giving a strange sense of having conquered a noble.

She licked her lips, smelling the camellia fragrance swirling chaotically in the carriage. The scent signals she couldn’t read before now finally clicked, as if she guessed this was Shen Jinglan’s emotional response. Taking advantage of her blindness, Ye Fuguang reached up to the beauty’s nape, her fingers interlocking, and asked softly, “Wife… don’t you like being kissed like this?”

She admitted she was a bit swayed by lust and taking advantage of the situation, but kissing Shen Jinglan felt so wonderful that she was somewhat addicted. The little princess felt she hadn’t kissed enough.

The earlier regret of not being able to serve in bed surged up, making her eager to prove something. She obediently said, “I can learn whatever you like.”

Shen Jinglan: “…”

Her throat moved slightly. Though she couldn’t see, she closed her eyes again.

What kind of obedient pet was this in her arms? This was clearly a little wolf dog pretending to be docile, plotting to overstep and harboring mischief.

Calling her “wife” so respectfully—what kind of loyalty was that?

Her mind was clearly full of thoughts about how to violate her master.

Fortunately, Shen Jinglan’s scent didn’t show easily. If this little Qianyuan’s scent was as strong as others’, Shen Jinglan might have been silently conquered just now.

Shen Jinglan pushed her still rain-damp hand onto the little princess’s shoulder and said calmly, “That’s enough.”

Ye Fuguang let out a pitiful “oh,” noticing the wet marks on her hand. She glanced outside the carriage, “Huh? When did it start raining?”

She sighed, remembering that Shen Jinglan was still a fragile porcelain doll. Worried she might catch a cold and develop more strange symptoms, she quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe the wet marks off her hand.

The soft cloth gently wrapped around each finger, not missing even the crevices. Ye Fuguang focused on the task, muttering, “If I knew your illness wasn’t healed, I would’ve asked Ye Yuge during the family visit. Instead, I only asked about trivial things—”

“Why ask her?”

Shen Jinglan responded calmly.

The little princess thought for a moment, deciding she could share this information. After all, her persona was a fool, and it was normal for a fool to be tricked into revealing family secrets. Besides, she was now on Prince Qi’s side and had been targeted by the dog male lead multiple times, so she had no reason to help him.

“She’s been smart since childhood and excels even in medicine, which she doesn’t like. Although my father is an imperial physician, he often asks her about symptoms or cases he doesn’t understand. That Medical Canon at home—my father couldn’t figure it out, but she studied it thoroughly.”

She leaned close to Shen Jinglan’s ear and shared her suspicion, “I don’t believe my father got promoted on his own merit. Maybe the prescriptions he used when treating you were told to him by Ye Yuge.” ☆

…

Shen Jinglan’s face showed no reaction, but her heart rippled like a stone thrown into a lake.

She didn’t suspect her little princess of ulterior motives. From the moment Ye Fuguang, a Qianyuan, had her birth chart sent to the Imperial Observatory and married her as a side consort, Shen Jinglan, even without asking, could guess the girl’s relationship with her family was likely strained.

Complaining about her father to her new family after marriage—how normal was that?

But—

The signals Ye Fuguang couldn’t read, Shen Jinglan understood clearly. She even deduced why Ye Yuge was imprisoned in the Military Judicial Prison and why the Imperial Guard’s three commanders avoided her today, sending her old subordinates to block her from visiting.

Her imperial brother, her second brother.

So afraid of her death, he had the Imperial Guards bring her back to Yong’an at all costs when he heard she was gravely injured and poisoned in Yancheng.

Yet so afraid of her full recovery, he went to such lengths to keep her asleep for half a year, and now awake, she was plagued with maddening aftereffects.

She pressed her forehead, her lips curving slightly, but her brows furrowed.

This made the little princess, always attentive to her condition, nervous again. “Is there anywhere else you feel unwell?”

Ye Fuguang felt the camellia scent in the air wilting.

Seeing Shen Jinglan press her head, she belatedly realized it was a headache. She reached out to rub her temples, volunteering, “I… I’m pretty good at head massages. Would you like to try?”

After a few rubs, Shen Jinglan genuinely felt some of the pent-up frustration in her mind ease.

She simply tilted her head, resting it on the little princess’s shoulder, and let out a soft “Hmm.”

Ye Fuguang helped her lie on her lap, feeling like she was moving a silent, heavy mountain. But when Shen Jinglan rested on her, she realized this seemingly heavy mountain was so light.

And so, the loosened string in her heart vibrated again.