Mistakenly Treated The Princess As A Concubine - Chapter 127

At this time, it had been a month since they last saw each other. Yan Qinglan had been thinking about Wen Zhuojin so much that she couldn’t sleep. She had been working tirelessly for days to complete her official duties, arrange her schedule and rush over to see Wen Zhuojin.

During the period before and after the grand wedding, Yan Qinglan felt that she couldn’t bear to be apart from Wen Zhuojin. The thought of separation filled her with anxiety and unease.

After the wedding, as they spent more time together, Yan Qinglan felt that the bond between them had grown inseparable. She could clearly sense that Wen Zhuojin also couldn’t bear to be apart from her, and it was no longer possible for her to disappear suddenly as she had done before.

It was like a wound that needed time to heal, and Wen Zhuojin was the medicine.

Wen Zhuojin, a young woman full of vitality, had willingly confined herself to a small corner of the palace for the sake of her own emotions. To take care of her feelings, Wen Zhuojin had been tirelessly shuttling between the palace and the shops in the outer city every day. Feeling guilty, Yan Qinglan eventually let go and arranged for Wen Zhuojin to travel outside.

Yan Qinglan entrusted Wen Zhuojin with full responsibility for the business dealings with Southern Chu, even allowing her to freely use the entire treasury of Northern Jin.

Wen Zhuojin threw herself into the task wholeheartedly to help Yan Qinglan.

Over the past two years, Wen Zhuojin had spent almost half of her time traveling between Southern Chu, Northern Jin, and Great Qin. Under her leadership, with the assistance of the Embroidered Envoys, the Fengtian Trading Company grew stronger and stronger. Not only did it bring immense wealth to Northern Jin, but it also provided valuable intelligence from various countries, which in turn spurred the development of Northern Jin’s commerce and agriculture.

Despite the busy state affairs, Yan Qinglan had very little leisure time.

Even so, whenever they were apart, Yan Qinglan knew that Wen Zhuojin would return, but she still couldn’t help but worry intensely.

This time, they had been apart for over a month, and Yan Qinglan couldn’t wait for Wen Zhuojin to return, so she personally went south to find her.

However, upon arriving, she found Wen Zhuojin “enjoying herself” on a pleasure boat.

Yan Qinglan trusted Wen Zhuojin and didn’t think she would do anything inappropriate, but seeing this scene, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. The dancer’s outfit reminded her of the time years ago when Wen Zhuojin had tried to escape, disguised as a dancer, with her slender limbs exposed and even swaying in front of everyone.

Suddenly, Yan Qinglan imagined Wen Zhuojin wearing that dancer’s outfit, and the thought made her want to see it for herself.

This led to the conversation between the two earlier.

Wen Zhuojin knew she was in the wrong. After not seeing each other for over a month, the first thing Yan Qinglan saw upon meeting her was her dancing with the dancers. Yan Qinglan, who was already sensitive and prone to jealousy, needed to be coaxed.

In the room on the pleasure boat, Wen Zhuojin took off her round-collared robe in front of Yan Qinglan, and even removed her inner garments.

Yan Qinglan sat to the side, her gaze fixed on Wen Zhuojin’s body. Just seeing Wen Zhuojin’s limbs move slightly made Yan Qinglan feel a tingling sensation throughout her body.

After being apart for so long, her body’s memory was very clear. When she hadn’t seen her, she could manage, but now that she was here, it was like a switch had been flipped, causing Yan Qinglan’s cheeks to flush with warmth.

Having had experience wearing a dancer’s outfit before, Wen Zhuojin was quite skilled, but she couldn’t tie the back straps herself, so she turned to Yan Qinglan.

“Sister, help me…” Wen Zhuojin said to Yan Qinglan, her tone carrying a hint of coquetry.

Yan Qinglan looked at Wen Zhuojin, her throat tightening slightly as she reached out to tie the straps for her.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she worked. Wen Zhuojin gazed at Yan Qinglan’s limbs, swallowed hard, and, as if possessed, tied the straps around Yan Qinglan’s body.

Wen Zhuojin’s limbs, soft yet with a thin layer of muscle, were slightly different from Yan Qinglan’s, whose limbs were extremely soft and slender, with a deeper curve from waist to hip. The same chain hung from Yan Qinglan’s waist, resting just below her navel.

Wen Zhuojin didn’t know how she looked wearing it, but she thought Yan Qinglan looked stunning, her limbs exuding a seductive charm.

Wen Zhuojin imagined the chain swaying with Yan Qinglan’s movements, wanting to hear the sound of the bells as she moved.

Yan Qinglan’s body was too weak to support itself.

Wen Zhuojin placed her hands on Yan Qinglan’s hips, taking control.

Yan Qinglan, aware of the chain on her waist, felt her eyes redden with shame, tears unconsciously welling up.

Moreover, Wen Zhuojin wasn’t just passively rubbing against her but lifting her up and down.

Yan Qinglan trembled, her voice becoming sharper.

It was both shameful and intensely stimulating.

Little rascal!

Yan Qinglan’s voice broke into fragmented gasps, tears falling onto Wen Zhuojin’s abdomen, mixing with the fine sweat.

Wen Zhuojin hadn’t expected that a simple chain could add a new dimension to their intimacy.

After a while, without Wen Zhuojin’s support, Yan Qinglan collapsed.

Wen Zhuojin caught her, holding her in her arms to comfort her.

Yan Qinglan’s eyes were unfocused, as if her soul had flown away.

When Yan Qinglan finally regained her senses and looked up at Wen Zhuojin, she saw a satisfied expression, her eyes brighter than before, full of vitality.

How is the little rascal’s stamina still better than mine?!

Over the past few years, Yan Qinglan’s health has improved significantly. Through internal adjustments and external care, the residual toxins in her body have long been cleansed. Her body has become fuller, her complexion radiant, and her skin, especially on her hands, is soft, smooth, and fair—even more delicate than that of a young woman in her late teens.

Yan Qinglan also feels that her physical strength has increased considerably.

However, whenever they are intimate, Wen Zhuojin always feels that something is slightly lacking.

“Sister, do you still want me to dance for you? Or should you dance for me instead?” Wen Zhuojin’s eyes regained clarity as she leaned in and whispered into Yan Qinglan’s ear.

Yan Qinglan’s ear tingled from Wen Zhuojin’s breath, causing her to shrink back slightly. She then reached out and pinched Wen Zhuojin’s cheek.

“Little rascal! Who… who told you to dance like that?” Yan Qinglan was so embarrassed that her body trembled, and a tear hanging from her eyelashes shook loose. With her other hand, she tugged at the chain between them.

“Why are you so pitiful? There, there, don’t be angry. I’ll dance for you, really, I’ll dance for you.” Seeing how pitiful Yan Qinglan looked after being teased, Wen Zhuojin quickly spoke up.

She kissed Yan Qinglan a few times and then stood up.

Wen Zhuojin took the chain from Yan Qinglan’s waist and tied it around her own. The rest of her clothes were scattered everywhere, but Wen Zhuojin didn’t bother picking them up. She only wore the chain and recalled the dance moves she had learned from the real dancers in the merchant group she had once infiltrated.

“Sister, watch me! I’ll dance for you!” Wen Zhuojin said to Yan Qinglan as she began to move her limbs, her hands following the twisting motions.

Yan Qinglan couldn’t help but laugh at the awkward and clumsy dance moves Wen Zhuojin performed while wearing the chain. At the same time, her face flushed even more.

Although the dance moves were awkward, Wen Zhuojin’s long limbs and well-proportioned figure made her look graceful in every way.

She was beautiful.

Extremely beautiful.

Yan Qinglan felt the urge to reach out and hug her, to touch her.

Wen Zhuojin leaned in, allowing Yan Qinglan to embrace and caress her.

“Sister, can you handle it?” Wen Zhuojin asked, sensing Yan Qinglan’s desire.

“Little rascal, are you out of strength?” Yan Qinglan whispered.

Wen Zhuojin didn’t respond.

The boat swayed slightly as the water flowed and the wind blew, causing it to drift gently.

By the time the two had finished washing up and changing clothes, it was already an hour later.

Wen Zhuojin fed Yan Qinglan some warm honey water and massaged her as they discussed serious matters.

“Are you saying that the incense is being privately produced? The person you found might be involved in making that incense? It’s simple. Just detain them and say we’re investigating a fugitive. We’ll search thoroughly to see if there’s any incense or related materials. I’ll send someone right away.”

Yan Qinglan quickly helped Wen Zhuojin make a decision.

The incense trade was currently only allowed to be conducted by official shops and imperial merchants approved by the court. Private trade in incense was strictly prohibited.

Wen Zhuojin had discovered the private production and sale of incense because of a special type of incense with an extremely complex production process. After studying it, she couldn’t replicate it, so she sought out Yan Qinglan for help.

Yan Qinglan arranged for embroidered-uniform guards to protect Wen Zhuojin and granted her the authority to command them. She could also seek assistance from local officials and the military.

With her keen sense of smell, Wen Zhuojin believed she could find the incense and its maker in one trip without causing a commotion.

This time, Yan Qinglan brought a small group of people, avoiding alerting the locals. The boat had enough embroidered-uniform guards to handle the situation.

Yan Qinglan was extremely efficient when it came to handling serious matters.

The people were dispatched, and the boat was quickly brought under control.

Wen Zhuojin, worried that Yan Qinglan might not have enough strength, suggested she rest. But Yan Qinglan held onto Wen Zhuojin’s hand tightly and followed her to the boat.

“The incense… the incense was bought from an official shop! Please, I don’t know anything about it. It has nothing to do with us, I swear!”

The boat owner trembled in fear, his eyes darting around nervously as if he was hiding something.

Wen Zhuojin ordered the embroidered-uniform guards to continue the interrogation while she and Yan Qinglan searched the boat.

The boat had two levels above deck, but Wen Zhuojin found nothing unusual. She decided to check the lower deck.

The lower deck was where the crew lived, and it was dark, damp, and had an unpleasant smell.

“Sister, wait for me on the deck. I’ll go down and check.” Wen Zhuojin said.

“I’ll go with you. Bring a mask, it’s fine. I can protect you. I have a sword, don’t forget you’re my defeated opponent.” Yan Qinglan said, holding Wen Zhuojin’s hand tightly and carrying a long sword with a sharp blade.

Wen Zhuojin’s face flushed slightly at Yan Qinglan’s words.

Her beautiful, sensitive, and tear-prone sister was also skilled in the six arts. She could shoot ten bullseyes in a row on horseback and was an excellent swordsman.

Her only weakness was her lack of strength.

Yan Qinglan had been taught by a famous swordsman, and her natural talent was exceptional. Even though Wen Zhuojin had learned the same sword techniques, she still couldn’t defeat Yan Qinglan in their wooden sword sparring matches.

“Alright, alright, sister, protect me.” Wen Zhuojin said with a helpless smile, no longer trying to stop her.