Mistakenly Treated The Princess As A Concubine - Chapter 15

I want to, I really want to.

The answer jumped out in Wen Zhuojin’s blank mind, bold and large.

Although she had previously understood that she liked the woman in her arms, even in her dreams, it was always vague. She only knew she wanted to be close to her, to taste her flavor.

She had never thought of the term “clouds and rain.”

The woman’s words suddenly pierced through like paper on a window.

Wen Zhuojin’s face felt like it was burning up, ready to explode.

The breath by her neck became clearer and more intense, with her lips almost touching her skin. She could feel the shape of her lips and their softness.

It was like kissing inch by inch.

“Mm…”

The woman’s voice spilled from her mouth, as if inviting, yet also urging.

A surge of impulse rose, nearly making Wen Zhuojin press the woman in her arms down, but her rationality barely held her back.

She had been poisoned by incense; she was addicted!

The notes on the incense poison said that addiction would cause hallucinations.

Maybe she was just imagining that she was her “husband.”

That scumbag husband, who had poisoned her with incense, trying to control her, and even wanted her to actively seek pleasure in such matters?

Could this incense poison not only cause addiction, but also have an aphrodisiac effect?

The thought arose, and Wen Zhuojin felt anger rising, temporarily suppressing her impulse.

She wanted to, but not now.

The heat at her neck still moved, and just as Wen Zhuojin could feel the moist trace of her teeth, she reached out and held the woman’s head, stopping her from continuing.

The woman, now moved away, gazed at her with tear-filled eyes, her red lips parted as she breathed, revealing her delicate white teeth, with the tip of her tongue faintly visible. Even her breath carried a pleasant cool fragrance.

Wen Zhuojin unconsciously swallowed.

I really want to, I really want to…

To lean over, to lick it…

The thought rose, wild for a moment, then was suppressed back down.

“Sister, wake up! It’s me, I’m A Zhuo.” Wen Zhuojin whispered.

Yan Qinglan heard Wen Zhuojin’s voice.

She knew that it was the woman called A Zhuo who was holding her.

From the moment Wen Zhuojin embraced her, she felt that strong attraction from the day before once again.

It seemed specifically designed for her, capable of waking her up while also tempting her to entertain other thoughts.

It made her want to get closer.

Even gave rise to secretive ideas.

Yan Qinglan realized something was wrong.

Perhaps there was an antidote in this scent, but it also carried another kind of poison.

Yan Qinglan knew that Wen Zhuojin was a woman.

But even between women, things could be different.

Yan Qinglan had witnessed before that women were not incapable of engaging in matters of clouds and rain.

Yan Qinglan believed she could control it with her willpower, but at this moment, she didn’t want to control it anymore.

Yan Qinglan leaned closer to Wen Zhuojin, inhaling more of the scent, while her lips and teeth drew nearer to her neck.

Without a weapon in her hand, she still had her teeth.

If this person’s goal was to make her take the initiative, to make her fall, then she would bite through her neck.

The fragile bl00d vessels in the neck were the best target for self-inflicted death, and they were the exact place Yan Qinglan intended to bite.

It was clear that after she asked her question, the other person’s heartbeat thundered like a drum, and the swallowing motion at the neck was obvious.

However, just as Yan Qinglan found the spot to bite, she was pushed away.

A voice from the girl reached her ears.

It was slightly breathy, trembling, yet still sweet.

“Sister, I’m not the scumbag who poisoned you with incense. I’m A Zhuo, a woman just like you. I won’t do anything with you like that.”

“Don’t be afraid. It’s the hateful incense poison causing trouble. Just endure it, and you’ll get through it.”

Wen Zhuojin said, though her heart was somewhat uneasy.

She comforted herself, thinking that it was true she wouldn’t do anything like that now.

If she said something more confusing, it might scare Yan Qinglan.

Wen Zhuojin gently embraced Yan Qinglan again, pressing her head against her chest, not daring to approach her neck.

Yan Qinglan froze for a moment before being embraced again, like an infant being gently soothed and quietly comforted.

“Matters of clouds and rain should be mutual, not done with a vile method like poison.”

“Sister, you should follow your heart, not be driven by poison.”

“Sister, don’t be afraid, you’re just sick right now. You’ll get better. I’ll find a way to cure the incense poison.”

“The person who poisoned you with incense is a scumbag, not worth holding onto.”

As Yan Qinglan listened to Wen Zhuojin’s words, something strange stirred within her.

The girl’s words were sincere, convincing, and carried a sense of strength.

Her demeanor seemed upright, with no vile intentions toward her.

Could she really be the niece of that imperial physician?

Could it really be a coincidence that she encountered her and saved her?

But why would the niece of an imperial physician go to a brothel?

And moreover, her own scent might contain an antidote to the incense poison.

Yan Qinglan couldn’t continue her speculations. The addiction intensified, and she could only focus on suppressing it.

The addiction was like a sudden tide, relentlessly washing over the beach. As long as she endured, there would eventually be a retreating tide.

This time, it lasted longer than the previous one, taking about an hour and a half before subsiding.

Yan Qinglan’s already frail body had been drained to the point where moving a finger was difficult, as though her bones had disappeared, leaving her leaning limply against Wen Zhuojin.

Wen Zhuojin once again let go of Yan Qinglan, and upon seeing her weak, almost breathless form, her heart skipped a beat.

Yan Qinglan had been wearing an undergarment all day, and now her clothes were in disarray.

The ties of her undergarment were visible, with one half of her soft, white skin exposed.

A fleeting thought arose.

Wen Zhuojin shook her head vigorously, trying to shake off the thought.

But she couldn’t shake it off.

Wen Zhuojin stepped out briefly, letting the cold air cool her off before she felt a bit better.

“Miss, do you still want the tremella soup I instructed to be made today?” Jin Rui asked when Wen Zhuojin went to fetch hot water.

“Yes, bring it over. And prepare more hot water; I’ll be taking a bath later,” Wen Zhuojin replied.

When Wen Zhuojin returned, she carried a bowl of tremella soup.

She helped Yan Qinglan lean against the headrest.

“Sister, would you like some supper? I made some tremella soup.”

Yan Qinglan didn’t usually eat at night, but upon hearing Wen Zhuojin’s words, she still nodded.

She was indeed a bit hungry, and when the other person fed her a bite, she ate it.

The soup had been simmering all afternoon, and it was very soft and mushy, with the tremella almost dissolving. It was smooth, sweet, and fragrant in the mouth.

“This tremella isn’t of the best quality, I apologize, sister. Next time, I’ll find some better ones for you.”

“Sister, today I brought back a hundred-year-old ginseng from home. The female doctor said that the older the ginseng, the better it is for your health.”

Yan Qinglan took a few bites and heard Wen Zhuojin speak.

This made Yan Qinglan even more suspicious. The person was quite attentive toward her.

If she really had been saved by her by chance, why would she be so kind to her, unless it was to gain her trust?

After Yan Qinglan stopped eating, Wen Zhuojin finished the remaining soup, her ears turning red as she ate.

Wen Zhuojin felt a bit off.

Just using the spoon that Yan Qinglan had used earlier made her mind wander with all sorts of confused thoughts.

“Sister, the tremella soup is a bit sweet. After eating, you should still wash up. Would you like me to help you with that?” After finishing the soup, Wen Zhuojin quietly asked.

Yan Qinglan nodded.

Wen Zhuojin seemed as if she had been rewarded with something, her eyes curving with a smile.

She brought over the tools and carefully helped Yan Qinglan clean her mouth with a cloth, rinse her mouth, and wash her face.

She was more skilled than last time.

Yan Qinglan silently evaluated her actions.

“Sister, may I help you wash your body and change your clothes? I’m not sure how long you’ve been wearing them, but would you like to put on fresh ones?”

After tidying up, Wen Zhuojin leaned closer to Yan Qinglan and asked softly, her voice trembling slightly.

“Thank you.”

Yan Qinglan paused before replying.

Not all women are moved by other women.

This girl kept emphasizing that she was a woman, and she had just insisted that nothing improper had occurred between them.

Moreover, before this, she had already been washed, and she could clearly feel that her face, body, and hair were much cleaner and fresher.

For now, she would go along with it and see how far the other person would take things.

The sticky feeling from the sweat earlier had not dissipated, and Yan Qinglan indeed felt uncomfortable.

Before falling into this situation, she was always attended to when bathing and changing clothes.

She wouldn’t have thought much of it.

What’s more, now that she was blind, she had no independence.

Yan Qinglan remained calm about it, though she couldn’t see Wen Zhuojin’s flushed face.

Seeing the delicate woman lying back on the headrest, her eyes wet, pure enough to reflect her own image, Wen Zhuojin felt a surge of guilt.

Mmm, this beautiful sister was so pure and soft, and yet here she was, so despicable and shameless.

She wanted to peel off the disheveled undergarment, to see what was beneath it, to…

Truly despicable and shameless!!