Mistakenly Treated The Princess As A Concubine - Chapter 20

Wen Zhuojin entered the room and saw Yan Qinglan huddled tightly in the corner of the bed, wrapped in blankets.

Her head and face were covered, only a few strands of black hair were visible.

Wen Zhuojin walked over, knelt at the edge of the bed, and leaned down to peel back Yan Qinglan’s blankets.

There was resistance inside the blankets, but it wasn’t as strong as Wen Zhuojin’s force.

Wen Zhuojin pulled the blankets open and saw Yan Qinglan’s face, flushed red and covered with a thin layer of sweat.

Her eyes were closed, lips bitten, and her body was trembling. Clearly, her addiction had flared up again.

She seemed to realize someone had entered and her already-shrunken body shrank further.

“Not feeling well, huh? Do you need my help?” Wen Zhuojin asked.

Yan Qinglan didn’t speak, only turned her face away, her brow furrowed even tighter.

Wen Zhuojin felt that Yan Qinglan was angry with her.

How should she put it? Even an angry Yan Qinglan was rather cute.

It was just that her stubborn temperament seemed to align with Wen Zhuojin’s own.

As long as she didn’t become obstinate in the wrong ways.

“You don’t want me to help? Where did you hide it? Give it to me obediently.” Wen Zhuojin leaned in and asked, preparing to peel away the rest of the blankets.

Yan Qinglan had suddenly asked for the white fungus soup and then broken the bowl. Wen Zhuojin suspected she might have used the porcelain shards to harm herself.

Or perhaps she was keeping them as a weapon.

This was not the first time.

Although Yan Qinglan made Wen Zhuojin’s chest ache with anger and helplessness, her personal safety still had to be ensured.

Yan Qinglan, already somewhat dazed, tightened her grip on the broken porcelain shards upon hearing Wen Zhuojin’s words.

As the saying goes, “The truth is revealed at the end,” so was Wen Zhuojin finally going to demand something from her?

She owed her life to the golden fish charm, which had not yet been found.

Everyone wanted to get that item from her.

“You’ll never get it!”

Yan Qinglan muttered something, her voice almost coming through her teeth.

Wen Zhuojin paused in her movements.

The words spoken in anger still sounded quite delicate.

“What are you holding onto it for? Haven’t you suffered enough already?” Wen Zhuojin ignored whether Yan Qinglan agreed or not, pulling down the blanket from her body to search for the porcelain shards.

Hearing this, Yan Qinglan realized this was Wen Zhuojin threatening her, and she gripped the shards even tighter, causing bl00d to seep out.

When Wen Zhuojin pulled back the blanket and revealed Yan Qinglan’s hand, Yan Qinglan immediately attacked with the porcelain shard.

Wen Zhuojin had anticipated this, reaching out to grab Yan Qinglan’s wrist.

Seeing her bloodied hand and wrist again, Wen Zhuojin couldn’t help but feel both heartache and anger.

Wen Zhuojin pried open Yan Qinglan’s fingers one by one, removing the porcelain shard.

“Do you want me to tie you up?” Wen Zhuojin said angrily.

Yan Qinglan bit her lip. She had previously used an iron ring to bind her feet, pretending to take it off, and now was she going to do the same again?

The thought of that pain made her heart tighten.

Wen Zhuojin then checked Yan Qinglan’s other hand. This one didn’t have any shards, but there were some scratches on her arm.

Yan Qinglan had tried to stay awake while fighting her addiction, but the methods she used on herself were too cruel.

For someone so delicate, it was easy to get rough with her.

Yan Qinglan thought Wen Zhuojin would continue to interrogate her about where the shards were hidden, but she discovered that Wen Zhuojin took the shards away and did not ask further.

However, her blanket had been completely torn off.

There was more sweat, and her body was cold.

Yan Qinglan shivered, and was quickly wrapped back up in the blanket.

Wen Zhuojin stood up and fetched the medical kit from the room.

She pulled back a corner of the blanket again and pulled out one of Yan Qinglan’s hands.

Yan Qinglan felt the touch and reached out to grab her, her nails scratching Wen Zhuojin’s hand.

“Be good and suffer less!” Wen Zhuojin said, her voice still stern.

Yan Qinglan’s hand trembled.

She was afraid of being tortured.

It was too painful.

Yan Qinglan curled her hand, but Wen Zhuojin firmly held it, beginning to clean and treat the wound.

Yan Qinglan thought the pain would get worse, but to her surprise, a cool sensation spread through the injury on her hand.

A medicinal scent spread through the air.

Yan Qinglan paused and stopped pulling.

The young woman no longer asked for anything but focused on applying medicine to her own wounds.

Could it be that the thing she had wanted to give earlier was actually the broken porcelain pieces?

“Sister, next time, don’t hurt yourself with broken porcelain. When the addiction hits, I can go through it with you. I know you don’t like me, but please bear with me for now. Let me find a good fragrant medicine to ease the addiction, alright?”

Wen Zhuojin finished applying the medicine to Yan Qinglan, feeling heartbroken for the injured woman. Seeing her tears falling because of the pain, Wen Zhuojin’s voice softened, her anger and grievance suppressed, making her tone gentler and calmer.

As the wounds were covered one by one with medicine, Yan Qinglan, who was holding onto her clarity with the pain, heard Wen Zhuojin’s voice.

In that moment, Yan Qinglan felt tenderness.

She felt like she was being treated gently.

She felt that the other person must be a good person.

But soon, Yan Qinglan bit her tongue, pulling back a sliver of consciousness.

After all that had happened, did she still need to keep pretending?

“Why bother with false kindness?”

Yan Qinglan snorted coldly under her breath.

Wen Zhuojin, hearing this, was so angry that her chest hurt again.

This ungrateful woman!

“If I find you hurting yourself with broken porcelain again, do you know what the consequences will be?” Wen Zhuojin said fiercely, leaning in close to the person who was crying from the pain.

Hearing the girl’s voice, Yan Qinglan was momentarily taken aback.

Such a fierce tone… was she angry because her lie was exposed?

But… what did it have to do with her if Yan Qinglan hurt herself with porcelain pieces?

“If you hurt yourself again, I will bite you just like I did before!” The girl’s voice came again, harsh and threatening.

Yan Qinglan widened her eyes slightly.

What kind of person is this?!

Wen Zhuojin felt that speaking kindly to Yan Qinglan probably wouldn’t work anymore.

Both of them had already “torn their faces,” she had exposed herself, and Yan Qinglan was a normal woman with a “husband” in her heart—how could she tolerate her?

Being a bit harsher, using something she disliked to threaten her might work.

After all, Yan Qinglan already hated her, thinking she was pretending to be kind.

“This is today’s dose. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Wen Zhuojin said.

Yan Qinglan felt her chin being held by fingers, her mouth unable to close, and then she felt the soft, warm sensation on her lips, followed by a sucking force.

Ugh, this bastard!

This time, neither of them got hurt from the “bite.”

Wen Zhuojin acted quickly, just a touch, tasting the flavor, and then pulled away.

Her heart raced again, and as she looked at Yan Qinglan’s lips, she wanted another kiss.

Clearing her throat, Wen Zhuojin still managed to stay composed. She wrapped Yan Qinglan in the blanket and then hugged them both together.

“You’ve eaten my food, drunk my drink, and now you’re getting a little interest, right?”

Wen Zhuojin said, her tone still not very friendly.

Yan Qinglan, who had been on the brink of losing her sanity because of the addiction, was now somewhat calmed down by Wen Zhuojin’s actions, and she no longer had to harm herself.

What’s wrong with this person?!

She hurt herself with broken porcelain, wanting to punish herself.

Now, she was being hugged in the blanket, and Wen Zhuojin was talking about “interest.”

“If you go into hysteria, shouting and moving around, I’ll bite you, and I’ll also strip your clothes off. Did you hear me?”

The harsh voice of Wen Zhuojin echoed in her ears.

Yan Qinglan was speechless. No matter how strange this girl was, she was definitely not a good person!

She had even once doubted whether she was a good person.

However, this threat seemed to be very effective.

More effective than self-harm.

Yan Qinglan actually managed to hold on.

She maintained her clarity and endured another bout of addiction.

By the end, the sweat from Yan Qinglan soaked the blanket.

Wen Zhuojin called Jin Rui to change the bedding and also ordered hot water.

“You are mine. My people don’t smell so bad and dirty. Don’t move around. Be obedient, or you know the consequences.”

When Wen Zhuojin was about to clean Yan Qinglan, she spoke.

Yan Qinglan didn’t want Wen Zhuojin to undress her, but Wen Zhuojin held her tight, and decisively punished her with a bite.

Yan Qinglan was very angry, wanting to catch her and bite her back.

However, with her strength being too weak, she likely wouldn’t have been able to bite her, and instead, she was bitten again!

In this regard, this person kept her word.

If the rules were broken, immediate punishment was required.

She had no choice but to obey.

Before, she hadn’t known that Wen Zhuojin liked women, so she didn’t feel anything when being bathed by her.

But now, it felt quite awkward.

It was as if every inch of her skin was being watched with some kind of meaning.

Wen Zhuojin had her eyes covered with a black veil and couldn’t see clearly.

She didn’t actually want to be covered.

But if she wasn’t, she probably wouldn’t be able to control herself.

The top clothes were changed, and as for the bottom ones, Yan Qinglan insisted on changing them herself, and Wen Zhuojin didn’t insist.

After washing, Yan Qinglan lay down on the dry and comfortable bedding, feeling exhausted.

Her hair was still wet, and someone was drying it for her.

It was that girl.

She was more gentle and meticulous than usual, clearly showing that her skills in serving others had been honed.

This person… Yan Qinglan found it hard to understand.

She was very strange.

She also had to do things like drying hair to serve others.

Her hair was too long and thick, so it took quite a while to dry it completely.

Wen Zhuojin didn’t feel like she was serving anyone.

A beauty is a beauty, even the strands of her hair are pleasing to the eye.

After drying the hair, Wen Zhuojin then took some skin lotion.

The ground dragon was hot, but the downside was that it dried out easily.

“Don’t move! The consequences are on you,” Wen Zhuojin reminded Yan Qinglan before applying it.

Yan Qinglan stayed still, not knowing what Wen Zhuojin would do to her next.

This time, she felt a cool sensation on her cheek, and something smooth spread over her face, accompanied by a faint fragrance.

“You smell bad, you need something fragrant,” Wen Zhuojin said.

Yan Qinglan snorted coldly in her heart.

After the lotion was applied to her face, Yan Qinglan closed her eyes, preparing to pretend to sleep, when she felt the familiar scent close again.

“By right, you’re my person, you should serve me in bed. But with all these injuries and the smell of bl00d, it’s really unbearable. I won’t sleep with you tonight, you sleep alone.”

Wen Zhuojin whispered these unkind words in Yan Qinglan’s ear, but her head leaned in close to sniff.

After washing away the bl00d and sweat, the original scent became more prominent and pleasant.

Yan Qinglan gritted her teeth, not wanting to respond.

Wen Zhuojin looked at Yan Qinglan and knew she was angry.

She wanted to speak kindly.

But Yan Qinglan didn’t listen, instead mocking her for pretending.

Playing the bad guy, kissing a few more times.

How despicable and shameless.

But she didn’t know if she could still fix things.

What if Yan Qinglan started to hate her more and more in the future?

Wen Zhuojin worried for a while, then decided not to think about it. She leaned in and took another sniff.

Yan Qinglan furrowed her brows and tried to move away, but Wen Zhuojin got even closer.

“I’ve told you, you’re mine. You’d better not think about anyone else. He’s been exiled, he can’t even protect himself. Even if you see him, you can’t be together. Besides, do you think he would want a woman who has been sent to the Bureau of Music and stayed in the brothel? Your marriage to him is long gone. If you still think you’re married to him, I’ll make sure to get a divorce certificate. You need to forget about ever meeting him again.”

Wen Zhuojin said this near Yan Qinglan’s face.

Before leaving, she couldn’t resist mentioning that person.

Whether forced or willing, Yan Qinglan could no longer think about him.

“Did you hear me?” Wen Zhuojin asked again, trying to get a response from Yan Qinglan.

Yan Qinglan’s body stiffened, and she was a little slow to react.

What did those words mean?!