Mistakenly Treated The Princess As A Concubine - Chapter 118

Wen Zhuojin’s kiss was brief, but it was the best way to stop Yan Qinglan’s tears.

Yan Qinglan stared at Wen Zhuojin in a daze.

Wen Zhuojin used her fingers to wipe away the tears under Yan Qinglan’s eyes.

“Stop crying for now, calm down. We agreed that I am free now, and I can go wherever I want. Even if you can’t bear to let me go, you can’t lock me up. Can you promise me that?” Wen Zhuojin asked softly.

For Yan Qinglan, Wen Zhuojin truly couldn’t bring herself to leave. How could she bear to?

But she still wanted to secure some freedom for herself, at least with Yan Qinglan’s promise.

Yan Qinglan, who had just calmed down a bit after being kissed by Wen Zhuojin, felt her emotions sour again. Her lips trembled, and her expression shifted from sorrow to a dark, obsessive look. Her eyes locked onto Wen Zhuojin, sending a chill down her spine. After a few moments, Yan Qinglan’s expression softened back into one of pitiful sorrow, and she finally let out a muffled “Mm” looking even more miserable than when she was crying.

Wen Zhuojin watched Yan Qinglan struggle and felt a pang of guilt.

But she couldn’t indulge Yan Qinglan’s tendency to want to lock her up at every turn.

“Are you going to finish applying the medicine? It’s not done yet, and it still hurts.” Wen Zhuojin said, holding back her emotions.

Yan Qinglan’s hands trembled as she continued to apply the medicine to Wen Zhuojin’s back.

The cool touch of the medicine and the sensation of Yan Qinglan blowing on her wounds made Wen Zhuojin feel as if she could see Yan Qinglan’s tearful face, carefully applying the medicine while softly blowing on the wounds to ease the pain. She still remembered Wen Zhuojin’s words that blowing on it would make it hurt less.

In the past, Wen Zhuojin had felt like she was dealing with a soft, fluffy kitten when facing Yan Qinglan. Now, it felt more like she was dealing with a beautiful but dangerous cat that could unsheathe its sharp claws at any moment.

Wen Zhuojin was occasionally startled, but as long as she understood the cat’s temperament, it would retract its claws, leaving only its beauty and harmlessness.

This reminded her of when she first met Yan Qinglan. Yan Qinglan wasn’t entirely gentle and obedient. If she didn’t want to do something, she could be fierce and would rather die than submit.

Wen Zhuojin felt like she was beginning to understand more.

Perhaps she had never truly understood Yan Qinglan before, and only now was she starting to see more sides of her.

After applying the medicine, Wen Zhuojin couldn’t put on her clothes for the time being. Fortunately, it was summer, so it wasn’t cold. She let her hair fall forward to cover part of her body.

When she faced Yan Qinglan, Yan Qinglan looked at her and inched closer, careful not to touch Wen Zhuojin’s back. She didn’t reach out to hug her but instead held Wen Zhuojin’s hand.

Her cold fingers rested in Wen Zhuojin’s palm as she knelt before her, her peach-blossom eyes wet and focused, like a beautiful cat waiting to be petted and comforted.

Wen Zhuojin couldn’t resist this look. She wanted to pounce on Yan Qinglan, hold her tightly, and soothe her.

But Wen Zhuojin suspected that if she weren’t injured, she wouldn’t be receiving this kind of treatment.

Instead, Yan Qinglan might be pointing a bl00d-stained sword at her, asking if she dared to run away again.

“Sister, why did you keep your identity hidden from me for so long? At first, I could understand, but later, given our relationship, didn’t you trust me? The name and identity you gave me were all fake. Even when I picked you up from Tianxuan Palace, you were still hiding it from me.” Wen Zhuojin said, testing the waters, hoping to find more answers from Yan Qinglan to resolve some of her earlier doubts.

“You said you hated the princess. I was afraid that if I told you, you would hate me and leave me. Now that you know, you still want to leave… You don’t like my true self…” Yan Qinglan said, her voice breaking as she spoke.

Wen Zhuojin froze, feeling as if every word Yan Qinglan said struck her heart. This was an answer she could never have imagined.

After all the conspiracy theories she had come up with, it turned out that Yan Qinglan was just afraid that Wen Zhuojin would hate her and leave her…

How pitiful!

“I’m injured now, so I won’t be running around for the time being. Sister, you won’t kick me out, will you?” Wen Zhuojin said softly, unable to hold back any longer. She cupped Yan Qinglan’s face, gently rubbing it, and leaned in to kiss Yan Qinglan’s tear-stained cheek.

“Ah Zhuo…” Yan Qinglan wanted to say something, but her voice broke, and she stopped. Wen Zhuojin wrapped her arms around Yan Qinglan’s back, gently stroking it.

“Alright, sister, don’t cry. I’m not leaving now. Be good, calm down…” Wen Zhuojin whispered in Yan Qinglan’s ear, trying to soothe her.

Though she was telling Yan Qinglan to calm down, it was Wen Zhuojin who wasn’t calm.

Hearing Yan Qinglan’s words, she felt like she wanted to throw caution to the wind.

Even if Yan Qinglan’s thorns pierced her to death, it didn’t matter.

Was this like drinking poison to quench thirst?

In any case, she didn’t want Yan Qinglan to suffer like this anymore.

Yan Qinglan rested her head on Wen Zhuojin’s shoulder, breathing in the scent of medicine mixed with Wen Zhuojin’s natural fragrance. Her earlier extreme emotions slowly began to settle.

Every word Wen Zhuojin said could sway Yan Qinglan’s emotions.

For the rational Yan Qinglan, this was wrong. It shouldn’t be this way.

But she couldn’t control it.

From the moment she learned during the coronation ceremony that Wen Zhuojin had run away again, her emotions had been unstable. When she found Wen Zhuojin, she tried to suppress her emotions and speak calmly to bring her back. But then the incident happened, and seeing Wen Zhuojin injured and unconscious while protecting her, all her composure and rationality vanished.

Only now was it slowly returning.

Thinking about Wen Zhuojin’s series of questions, Yan Qinglan roughly understood Wen Zhuojin’s thoughts.

This little rascal, even while injured, still had the energy to test her.

Yan Qinglan wasn’t sure if Wen Zhuojin would still leave, but she knew that just as she had her own uncertainties and insecurities, so did Wen Zhuojin.

After a while, Wen Zhuojin let go of Yan Qinglan and leaned back slightly, observing Yan Qinglan’s expression.

She looked much better now, though the area around her peach-blossom eyes was still red, and her cheeks and nose were slightly flushed, making her look both pitiful and delicate.

Her skin, soaked in tears for a while, had been slightly damaged and needed some special ointment.

“Ah Zhuo, it’s now known to many in Yunjing City that you are the detoxifying leaf female doctor Ye. I used Lady Li’s hand to protect you twice, but she must have guessed something. Now that you’re injured, you need to take your medicine on time, both internally and externally. It’s dangerous for you to stay outside. Come back to the palace with me, okay? I won’t let anyone hurt you again.” Yan Qinglan said cautiously, her voice slightly hoarse from crying.

“Sister, what about your coronation ceremony? Isn’t it a problem that you left in the middle of it?” Wen Zhuojin didn’t answer Yan Qinglan directly but instead asked.

“It’s fine. The remaining procedures can be rescheduled for an auspicious time. Today’s coronation ceremony was already prepared for some possible disruptions, and we needed to deal with those who wanted to cause trouble.” Yan Qinglan said.

Hearing this, Wen Zhuojin realized that Yan Qinglan was still the same scheming, meticulous person. Otherwise, without knowing that Lady Li was a spy, she wouldn’t have reacted so quickly and been able to chase after Wen Zhuojin before she even left the city.

“Earlier, the convoy I was following had carts filled with oil and gunpowder. Do you know what happened to them?” Wen Zhuojin asked.

“I’ll call the embroidered envoys to ask.” Yan Qinglan said, pausing. She had been so focused on Wen Zhuojin that she hadn’t paid attention to what the embroidered envoys had reported earlier.

“Your Majesty, two of the carts were set on fire, but the others were pulled away in time to avoid the flames. The fire has been controlled, and the injured have been sent to nearby clinics for treatment.” an embroidered envoy outside reported after Yan Qinglan called for an update.

Hearing this, Wen Zhuojin felt slightly relieved. She wanted to talk more with Yan Qinglan, but the embroidered envoys brought food, and Yan Qinglan went out to bring it in.

Wen Zhuojin’s main pain was in her back, and her limbs were uninjured. However, Yan Qinglan was still very careful, wanting to feed her.

Having been busy since early morning, Wen Zhuojin was already hungry. Since Yan Qinglan wanted to feed her, she went along with it, taking her time to finish the meal.

It felt like the time when Wen Zhuojin had been injured after being chased outside the city.

“Sister, you rode a horse today. Are your legs sore from the friction?” Wen Zhuojin asked, noticing that Yan Qinglan walked a bit awkwardly when she went out to put away the food box, recalling the day’s events.

Last night, Yan Qinglan had already been exhausted, and Wen Zhuojin knew how many red marks were on her legs. Today, after riding a horse, this delicate person’s legs must be in bad shape.

“…It hurts.” Yan Qinglan said, looking at Wen Zhuojin, her expression visibly pained.

“Let me find some medicine to apply for you, okay?” Wen Zhuojin said.

Wen Zhuojin had no ulterior motives; she just didn’t want Yan Qinglan to continue suffering.

Yan Qinglan’s face flushed slightly, but she still went to get the medicine for Wen Zhuojin.

As Wen Zhuojin held the ointment, she looked at Yan Qinglan’s imperial yellow robe and hesitated.

Now that Yan Qinglan was the ruler of the nation, was she really going to reach into her clothes to apply the medicine?

Seeing Wen Zhuojin hesitate, Yan Qinglan removed the outer layer of her robe, leaving only her undergarments.

Without the robe, Yan Qinglan’s demeanor became even more delicate.

Wen Zhuojin paused, then leaned in, one hand supporting Yan Qinglan’s waist while the other searched for the soft skin.

Though they had been intimate these past few days, their minds were preoccupied, and even in their most intimate moments, there was an underlying tension, a silent struggle.

But now, this simple touch carried something they hadn’t felt in days—a strange sense of ambiguity, subtle tension.

Just as Wen Zhuojin was about to say something, a voice came from outside.

“Your Majesty, your subordinate Qing Chenning has something to report.”

It was Qing Chenning’s voice.

When Yan Qinglan looked up, her brows furrowed, and her eyes instantly turned sharp.

Wen Zhuojin, watching Yan Qinglan’s expression change, widened her eyes slightly.

“What is it?” Yan Qinglan asked in a deep voice.

“Your Majesty, the Qingliu imprisoned in the dungeon are on a hunger strike in protest. Several of the older ones have fainted and were carried out to be treated by imperial doctors. However, they are extremely stubborn. Also, Jiangxiao said that if Your Majesty does not go to see her today, she will reveal that information to the Southern Chu people.” Qing Chenning said, still slightly out of breath.

Today’s coronation ceremony had already been chaotic enough, and now the dungeon was adding to the turmoil, leaving Qing Chenning overwhelmed.

“Deal with these matters first. Today is not convenient…” Yan Qinglan said, frowning, but Wen Zhuojin grabbed her hand.

“If it’s urgent, it needs to be handled. I’ll go with you.” Wen Zhuojin said.

“You’re injured, and you’ve just applied medicine. You need to rest. How can you run around like this?” Yan Qinglan shook her head.

“Sister, it’s fine. I can put on clothes. I want to see my uncle. They have misunderstandings about you, and I can explain it to him. Sister, didn’t you say you wouldn’t restrict me? Let’s go together, okay?” Wen Zhuojin said.

It had been a long time since she had seen her uncle, and Wen Zhuojin genuinely wanted to see him. She was also worried that her uncle’s stubbornness might lead him to join the hunger strike and harm his health. At the same time, she wanted to help Yan Qinglan resolve the internal conflicts among the Qingliu as soon as possible.

As Wen Zhuojin leaned in and whispered in Yan Qinglan’s ear, Yan Qinglan’s face flushed slightly, and the words of refusal she had been about to say died on her lips.

“Don’t push yourself. If you feel unwell, we’ll come back immediately.” Yan Qinglan said.

“Of course.” Wen Zhuojin nodded.

Yan Qinglan found clothes for Wen Zhuojin to change into, and the two helped each other tidy their hair.

They were both a bit clumsy, only managing to comb their hair neatly and tie it into simple buns. They put on veils to cover their faces and left without any further adornment, holding hands as they walked out.

Qing Chenning, who had been waiting outside anxiously, saw the two emerge.

Though their faces were covered, Qing Chenning could guess that the slightly taller one was Wen Zhuojin.

He couldn’t help but admire her. She had run away again, even interrupting the coronation ceremony, and yet they could still hold hands so harmoniously?

Yan Qinglan, worried that Wen Zhuojin might be uncomfortable, supported her all the way to the carriage, acting like a personal maid attending to her.

Wen Zhuojin was still in pain all over, but seeing Yan Qinglan take such careful care of her, her mood lightened, and she could bear the pain a little better.

“The matter of Li Cangping colluding with Jiangxiao is a fact. Jiangxiao had a disciple marry into the Li family, causing Li Cangping’s wife and eldest son to be poisoned by the Divine Incense. Li Cangping himself was later poisoned as well and had no choice but to obey Jiangxiao. If you don’t believe me, you can go to the Incense Medicine Hall to see. I’ve already sent those people there to detoxify.”

“Li Cangping was indeed highly respected in the past. But the Divine Incense is truly powerful, capable of controlling even someone like him. However, Jiangxiao and I have long been seen by the Qingliu as colluding. Now, with Li Cangping’s situation, the Qingliu believe that I conspired with Jiangxiao to set him up. They don’t believe that Li Cangping could be so easily controlled. Coupled with the previous Qingliu case, they are making a fuss to clear Li Cangping’s name. Southern Chu spies are also stirring up trouble. I was afraid that things would get out of hand, so I had to arrest them first and let them calm down in the dungeon before explaining in detail.”

Wen Zhuojin wanted to understand more about the situation with Prime Minister Li Cangping, so Yan Qinglan explained.

Wen Zhuojin knew that the Divine Incense must have played a role in this.

Yan Qinglan herself had been poisoned by the Divine Incense and was a victim. However, because of her close relationship with Jiangxiao and the Tianxuan Palace in the past, those who already had a poor impression of Yan Qinglan now attributed all of this to her schemes.

If they didn’t believe it, no amount of explanation would convince them. Even ironclad evidence would be dismissed as fabricated.

Moreover, with Yan Qinglan replacing the emperor, those old-fashioned officials were even more unwilling to accept it, causing endless disputes.

Yan Qinglan spoke calmly, but Wen Zhuojin deeply felt the difficulty of the situation.

The Imperial Medical Bureau wasn’t far from the dungeon, so they arrived quickly.

“Sister, I’ll go see my uncle first. Once I’ve spoken with him, I’ll come out to find you.” Wen Zhuojin said before getting out of the carriage.

Yan Qinglan nodded and helped Wen Zhuojin out of the carriage, supporting her all the way to the door of the cell where Wen Zhuojin’s uncle was held before letting go.

Wen Zhuojin’s uncle and cousins were held in a separate cell, similar to where Wen Zhuojin had been imprisoned. When the door opened, Wen Zhuojin entered first.

The room was dark, and Wen Zhuojin carried a lantern.

As soon as she entered, she saw a middle-aged man with a short beard and a stern expression sitting upright inside. It was her uncle, Wu Fuxin.

“Don’t try to persuade me. I will not yield!” the man said in a low voice.

Wen Zhuojin removed the veil from her head, placed the lantern to the side, and walked over.

“Ah Zhuo!” Wu Yuanheng, her cousin, recognized her first. Wu Fuxin turned his head and finally saw that it was Wen Zhuojin who had come.

“Uncle!” Wen Zhuojin bowed. Wu Fuxin quickly stood up and supported her.

“Ah Zhuo, how did you get in here? Were you implicated as well?” Wu Fuxin asked anxiously, looking at Wen Zhuojin.

“Uncle, I wasn’t implicated. Let’s sit down and talk.” Wen Zhuojin said, helping Wu Fuxin sit down.

Wen Zhuojin saw that Wu Fuxin’s body was still strong and his spirits were high, which put her mind at ease.

“Alas, with the Emperor reportedly severely injured and unable to govern, the Prime Minister wrongfully imprisoned, and so many loyal officials arrested, the court has become the sole domain of the Princess. Our Northern Jin is in peril. Ah Zhuo, I am sorry that I could not be your support and instead have dragged you into visiting me in prison.” Wu Fuxin sighed deeply.

“Uncle, do you trust me?” Wen Zhuojin looked at Wu Fuxin seriously.

“Of course, I trust you. What do you want to say?” Wu Fuxin asked.

“Do you know of a female doctor named Ye who can cure incense poison?” Wen Zhuojin inquired first.

“I have heard of her. That divine incense sounds like no good thing, yet some believe in it. Now that they are poisoned, they seek a cure. I do not know if it is true or not.” Wu Fuxin shook his head.

They were imprisoned and unaware of the news outside.

“That female doctor Ye is me. I am fascinated by the art of incense and opened an incense shop after you left. The only incense medicine shop in Yunjing City is also mine…” Wen Zhuojin revealed.

Both Wu Fuxin and Wu Yuanheng were shocked.

Wu Yuanheng had not expected Wen Zhuojin to truly be able to cure incense poison. Wu Fuxin knew Wen Zhuojin was fond of the art of incense but thought it was just a hobby, not realizing she had become so skilled.

Regarding the rumors and what Yan Qinglan had said, Wu Fuxin did not believe them, so Wen Zhuojin started explaining from the beginning.

“The woman you saved is the Princess?!”

“Jiangxiao actually found a substitute for the Princess?!”

Wu Fuxin and Wu Yuanheng were overwhelmed by the information Wen Zhuojin provided.

“Uncle, every word I say is true. Whether the incense poison can be cured, you will know when people who have been cured come out of the incense medicine shop. Uncle, cousin, I know you are both dedicated to Northern Jin and stand firm in your integrity, but you must also see clearly and distinguish between good and evil. The Princess has never been involved in the matter of the divine incense; in fact, she was the first to oppose it and the first to be poisoned. She was not involved in the case of the loyal officials either. Instead, she later had me do everything possible to redeem many of the loyal officials’ families from the Jiaofangsi, protected them, and assisted me in developing the antidote and opening the incense medicine shop to expose Jiangxiao’s true face.”

“The Princess has been wandering outside, and during this time, a substitute has been in the palace. This is a secret that is not to be spoken of to outsiders. That is why the Princess has not explained these matters. Now, with both Northern Qiang and Southern Chu eyeing Northern Jin covetously, if we do not unite and instead continue to consume ourselves in internal strife, giving those people an opportunity, it will only plunge Northern Jin into an abyss of destruction.” Wen Zhuojin said earnestly.

Although her uncle was family, Wen Zhuojin still concealed the fact that she had redeemed Yan Qinglan from the incense shop, only saying that she had accidentally found and saved her. She clarified other matters according to the timeline, helping to clear Yan Qinglan’s name.

Wu Fuxin looked at Wen Zhuojin, feeling as though his niece, whom he had always considered a child, had suddenly grown up.

“Ah Zhuo, if what you say is true, I am truly ashamed.” Wu Fuxin sighed.

“Uncle, there is no need for that. You have not been in Yunjing City, so it is normal to have misunderstandings about many things. If you have any more questions, you can ask me.” Wen Zhuojin said.

Wu Fuxin asked Wen Zhuojin a few more questions, and she answered them all seriously until Wu Fuxin was completely convinced.

Yan Qinglan, who was outside the room, had not gone far and could hear Wen Zhuojin’s words through the door. Some things she had not explained, Wen Zhuojin already knew and understood.

She even attributed some of her own actions to Yan Qinglan, such as redeeming the families of the loyal officials and infiltrating Jiangxiao’s side, finally using incense poison to incapacitate Jiangxiao and her followers.

Yan Qinglan waited a while longer, and Wen Zhuojin came out of the cell.

“Thank you for your hard work, Ah Zhuo. Let’s have some tea before we talk.” Yan Qinglan said, reaching out to hold Wen Zhuojin’s hand before she could speak.

Wen Zhuojin nodded, knowing it was not convenient to talk outside the cell.

The two went to the reception room for important figures in the prison, where a Xiuyishi brought a self-prepared kettle and teacups to pour tea for Wen Zhuojin and Yan Qinglan.

“Sister, I have convinced my uncle. He has agreed to talk to the other loyal officials. We can try putting my uncle and the others together and let them discuss among themselves.” Wen Zhuojin said after taking a sip of water.

Both Wu Fuxin and Wu Yuanheng knew Wen Zhuojin well and were more likely to believe her. They had already been persuaded by her.

Yan Qinglan might also be able to convince Wu Fuxin, but not as quickly as Wen Zhuojin.

Although Wu Fuxin had been away from the capital for more than half a year, his prestige among the loyal officials had not diminished; he was second only to Prime Minister Li.

“Ah Zhuo, you are truly amazing, solving a big problem for me. Are you feeling unwell anywhere?” Yan Qinglan praised.

“I’m fine. I haven’t seen my aunt yet. Can I go see her?” Wen Zhuojin asked.

“Of course.” Yan Qinglan said.

After drinking some water, Wen Zhuojin went to see her aunt. Yan Qinglan had someone prepare a food box for Wen Zhuojin to take with her.

Her aunt and two young cousins lived together. They cried upon meeting, but unlike with her uncle, Wen Zhuojin did not discuss grand principles, only catching up and reassuring them of their safety.

Seeing her relatives, Wen Zhuojin felt much more at ease.

While Wen Zhuojin was catching up with her aunt in the small cell, Yan Qinglan waited for a while. Qing Chenning came to say that Jiangxiao was urging again, so she left to meet Jiangxiao.

Standing at the cell door, Yan Qinglan did not enter.

After a few days, Jiangxiao still maintained some cleanliness. Her originally indifferent expression became somewhat agitated upon seeing Yan Qinglan.

“You finally agreed to see me.” Jiangxiao said hoarsely, while Xuan Zhen still looked at Yan Qinglan with hostility.

Since Yan Qinglan could still come to see Jiangxiao because of the whereabouts of the silver, it meant Wen Zhuojin had not told Yan Qinglan about the silver’s location.

This also made Xuan Zhen feel somewhat better.

“I still have a disciple who knows the whereabouts of that silver. If I am not released within ten days, she will join forces with the Southern Chu. With the national treasury empty, you do not want that silver to fall into the hands of the Southern Chu, do you?” Jiangxiao looked at Yan Qinglan and said.

“What else do you want?” Yan Qinglan frowned.

“I do not expect you to leave with me anymore. Can you leave a position by your side for me to serve you? When you were in the cold palace, I was the only one serving you. Is that silver not enough to buy a position?” Jiangxiao said, her tone very humble.

As Jiangxiao’s words fell, both Yan Qinglan and Xuan Zhen’s expressions changed.

Yan Qinglan did not know what Jiangxiao was so obsessed with, only feeling that this request was very uncomfortable.

Xuan Zhen felt very upset hearing Jiangxiao’s humble plea.

Yan Qinglan frowned at Jiangxiao, considering whether to agree to her request temporarily to get the silver’s location or to ignore her.

If what Jiangxiao said was true, and the silver fell into the hands of the Southern Chu, it would be a disaster for Northern Jin.

Jiangxiao was capable of such things.

Yan Qinglan gave Jiangxiao a cold look and walked out of the cell.

Was there another way?

Who was the disciple Jiangxiao mentioned? Perhaps they could investigate further?

Or perhaps they could use some means to make Jiangxiao reveal the information herself?

“Your Majesty, in fact, Jiangxiao’s conditions are very simple. Agree to let her stay by your side to serve you. Her leg is disabled, so she cannot run away. With the national treasury empty and a lot of money spent on disaster relief, and with Southern Chu and Northern Qiang causing trouble at the border, the military pay for the border troops cannot be interrupted. There is still some time before this year’s autumn harvest, and during this period, Jiangxiao’s silver is key to filling the gap.”

“The major royal merchants were squeezed by Jiangxiao once before, and the remaining cash is not much. Those who have cash are not willing to give it up for nothing and are still thinking of using that silver to trade with Your Majesty for a position as the royal consort.”

“If Your Majesty wishes, all this silver can be put into Your Majesty’s pocket.”

When Wen Zhuojin finished catching up with her aunt and returned to the reception room to find Yan Qinglan, she heard Qing Chenning speaking at the door.

Wen Zhuojin’s footsteps paused.

Earlier, Wen Zhuojin had been focused on her uncle and had not paid attention to Jiangxiao wanting to see Yan Qinglan. Now, hearing Qing Chenning, it seemed Jiangxiao wanted to talk about the silver.

Jiangxiao wanted to use the silver to threaten Yan Qinglan and still wanted to stay by her side.

And those royal merchants with silver were also secretly wanting to enter Yan Qinglan’s harem.

What would Yan Qinglan choose?

“I do not like being threatened. Since they can propose such conditions now, my harem can only accommodate one person.” Yan Qinglan’s voice soon came.

Hearing Yan Qinglan’s voice, Wen Zhuojin’s eyes sparkled, and she couldn’t help but smile.

“Sister, I’m back!” Before Qing Chenning could say more, Wen Zhuojin called out to Yan Qinglan.

Yan Qinglan stood up and walked towards Wen Zhuojin.

“How are you? Are you in pain again?” Yan Qinglan supported Wen Zhuojin and asked.

“No pain. Sister, what did you mean by what you said earlier? That the harem can only accommodate one person, who is that person?” Wen Zhuojin looked at Yan Qinglan and asked.

“Naturally, it is you, Ah Zhuo. I saw the letter you left. Ah Zhuo, I have never thought of anyone else. If there is anyone in the harem, it will only be you, Ah Zhuo. You can rest assured.” Yan Qinglan said.

Wen Zhuojin already knew the answer, but hearing Yan Qinglan say it, her eyes brightened even more.

Remembering the letter full of jealousy she had left before leaving, no wonder Yan Qinglan had mentioned making her the Empress as soon as she saw her.

“Sister, actually, what Lord Qing said is right. The position in your harem should naturally go to someone who can help you with silver.” Wen Zhuojin said to Yan Qinglan.

“What do you mean, Ah Zhuo?” Yan Qinglan was puzzled.

“I mean, let’s see who has the most silver, and only then will they have the qualifications to be your Empress. The position of Empress should be earned by strength.” Wen Zhuojin said seriously.

“…Ah Zhuo, do you mean you have silver?” Yan Qinglan looked at Wen Zhuojin and asked.

Wen Zhuojin nodded and hummed in agreement.