Mistakenly Treated The Princess As A Concubine - Chapter 45

An hour ago, Yan Qinglan, dressed neatly, was led out of the residence in Wu Jiu Alley by Yan Zisang.

With Yan Zisang by her side, Yan Qinglan could feel at ease meeting a few people.

Although Yan Qinglan’s vision was still blurry, she could vaguely make out large blocks of color and discern the direction of living beings. With her veil hat on and Yan Zisang accompanying her, it was manageable to meet a few people.

Even without the golden fish token, Yan Zisang was one of the symbols of Yan Qinglan’s identity.

To probe and test, to cast a stone into the seemingly calm waters of Yunjing City.

Yan Qinglan had another important matter to attend to—to secure some silver.

Aside from preparing funds for Yan Zisang to move around the capital, purchase horses, hire people, and other preparations, Yan Qinglan also wanted to “repay” some silver to Wen Zhuojin.

Wen Zhuojin had spent a considerable amount on her, rescuing her from the Xiangxiang Pavilion and helping her recover from the incense poison.

Although the process was somewhat embarrassing, it was ultimately a meritorious deed.

Wen Zhuojin had been very busy lately, all for the sake of earning silver.

She must like silver.

Giving her enough silver would be considered repayment.

Perhaps she could leave with peace of mind in the future.

Yan Qinglan didn’t have any banknotes or the golden fish token on her. If she wanted silver, she would have to rely on her own face and the symbolic presence of Yan Zisang to withdraw silver from the bank.

In Yunjing City, besides the banks run by the imperial court, there was one opened by the royal merchant Fan Weisuo.

On the way to the bank, before they could reach it, they encountered imperial guards patrolling the streets, checking identity tokens. Yan Zisang led Yan Qinglan into an alley to avoid them.

As Yan Qinglan was pondering how to respond if Fan Weisuo had already allied with Jiangxiao and others, knowing that the person in the palace was a substitute, she heard some noise—footsteps.

Yan Qinglan didn’t pay much attention. With Yan Zisang, who was among the top martial artists in Northern Jin, by her side, no one could get close to her.

However, Yan Qinglan never expected to hear a familiar voice.

It was Wen Zhuojin’s voice.

“Sister…”

The voice trembled, sounding extremely abnormal.

“Sister, you need to leave, it’s dangerous, don’t, don’t worry about me!”

Wen Zhuojin said more, and Yan Qinglan was certain it was her.

Could she be recognized so quickly even with the veil hat on?

Before Yan Qinglan could think further, she heard the voices of the Prince of Anqing’s son and others.

She had a rough idea of what was happening, and her expression turned cold.

Wen Zhuojin pushed Yan Qinglan’s hand away, but Yan Qinglan grabbed it back.

“Don’t be afraid, it’s alright now,” Yan Qinglan whispered, patting Wen Zhuojin.

Wen Zhuojin felt dizzy, not understanding why everything was suddenly fine, but if her beautiful sister said it was fine, then it must be.

Wen Zhuojin only felt hot, grabbing Yan Qinglan’s cold hand and pressing it against her cheek.

“Sister, I… I feel so uncomfortable…” Wen Zhuojin said with a sob.

Yan Qinglan’s heart trembled.

“Come and see, what’s wrong with her?” Yan Qinglan called out to Yan Zisang, who had just dealt with the Prince of Anqing’s son and turned to look at Wen Zhuojin.

“This young lady seems to have been affected by an aphrodisiac incense and is already somewhat delirious,” Yan Zisang said.

“How to cure it?” Yan Qinglan asked.

“Well… as far as I know, this kind of incense isn’t fatal, but… there’s no antidote. She should be fine once the effects wear off. If you want to help her, you could throw her into a cold water barrel or lock her in a small room to let her get through it on her own,” Yan Zisang suggested, not knowing that the person before him was Wen Zhuojin. Outside, he referred to Yan Qinglan as “master.”

Hearing Yan Zisang’s words, Yan Qinglan’s hand clenched involuntarily.

Had Wen Zhuojin been treated so disgracefully outside?

What would have happened to her if they hadn’t met?

Yan Qinglan didn’t dare to think further.

“Take her to the carriage first,” Yan Qinglan exhaled and said.

“Alright. What about these two?” Yan Zisang asked.

“Castrate them,” Yan Qinglan said without emotion.

“…” Even though Yan Zisang always obeyed Yan Qinglan without question, he paused slightly this time.

After all, the Prince of Anqing’s father and Yan Qinglan’s father were brothers, making the Prince of Anqing’s son Yan Qinglan’s nephew.

“The Prince of Anqing’s family makes excellent wedding dresses, thank you. This Miss Wen is now ours. As for you, don’t even think about it,” Yan Qinglan added, raising her voice.

Yan Qinglan recalled what Qing Chenning had said before—several families wanted to marry Wen Zhuojin, and the Prince of Anqing’s family was one of them.

Although the Prince of Anqing’s family was relatively down on their luck, they were still considered imperial relatives with some intricate connections.

In the future, Wen Zhuojin would still need to go out. Even if she didn’t, castrating someone and making an enemy for Wen Zhuojin would only bring her trouble.

It would be better to take this opportunity to frame another family, intensify their conflicts, and let those families who wanted to marry Wen Zhuojin fight among themselves first.

The intentions of those families wanting to marry Wen Zhuojin were impure—whether they wanted her silver or to ally with Tianxuan Palace, they were not Yan Qinglan’s people.

Yan Zisang didn’t know Yan Qinglan’s plan, but he followed her orders without question.

Yan Zisang first went outside to check the situation—the imperial guards had left.

He then led Yan Qinglan and Wen Zhuojin to the carriage they had come in and had his subordinates deal with the Prince of Anqing’s son.

Yan Qinglan could still walk, but Wen Zhuojin was somewhat delirious and had to be carried by Yan Zisang.

“Sister, I want my sister, go away…” Wen Zhuojin struggled.

“Be good,” Yan Qinglan whispered, and Wen Zhuojin immediately stopped moving.

But as soon as they got into the carriage, Wen Zhuojin hugged Yan Qinglan, murmuring in discomfort.

“How dare you! You…” Yan Zisang was about to pull Wen Zhuojin away but saw Yan Qinglan embrace her, even patting her as if to comfort her.

Yan Zisang fell silent, his expression complicated.

“We won’t go to the bank today, let’s return to Wu Jiu Alley,” Yan Qinglan said.

“Master, are we going back there?” Yan Zisang was surprised. He thought Yan Qinglan would return to the residence he had purchased, leaving the Wu Jiu Alley residence behind.

After all, there were many of his subordinates there, ensuring Yan Qinglan’s safety.

“Yes,” Yan Qinglan said without further explanation.

Yan Zisang paused but didn’t ask more, lowering the carriage curtain and driving the carriage.

Wen Zhuojin’s face grew hotter.

She barely heard the surrounding noises, her mind focused only on Yan Qinglan.

Only Yan Qinglan’s voice reached her.

“Sister, A Zhuo feels so uncomfortable… Sister, can you kiss A Zhuo?”

Wen Zhuojin’s voice came through.

The body she was holding was already burning hot, and with Wen Zhuojin speaking so close to her ear, Yan Qinglan felt her ears go numb and her heart soften.

The carriage moved through the streets, the sound of the wheels loud, mingling with the voices of people, vendors, and arguments.

Although the carriage provided some cover, for Yan Qinglan, who couldn’t see, it felt like doing something shameful in public.

But Wen Zhuojin was truly suffering, her voice carrying a sticky, moaning quality.

If anyone heard, it would be extremely embarrassing.

Yan Qinglan’s face grew hot.

She felt the bl00d in her body heating up.

The area around her eyes felt warm, and the blurry blocks of color seemed to become clearer.

The veil hat’s gauze was pushed aside, and Yan Qinglan vaguely saw the outline of a face.

Clean and fair skin, bright black eyes, and red lips.

The lips moved, making a sound.

“Sister…” The voice, filled with sobs, sounded pitiful.

Yan Qinglan’s hesitation was shattered by the voice.

The line in her heart was forcibly crossed.

Suppressing her shame, Yan Qinglan leaned down and kissed Wen Zhuojin’s lips.

If kissing her could ease her discomfort, then so be it.

But this kiss felt different as soon as their lips touched.

Yan Qinglan tasted the saltiness of tears.

She reached out and touched Wen Zhuojin’s face—indeed, there were tear stains.

This added to Yan Qinglan’s tenderness.

Wen Zhuojin’s breathing was urgent and heavy, her lips trembling, sucking fiercely.

Her tongue, usually gentle and cautious, was now eager, as if starved.

Yan Qinglan’s mouth was quickly occupied, her saliva and air sucked away.

This suffocating kiss made Yan Qinglan’s heart race wildly.

All her senses focused on her lips and mouth.

Originally sitting upright, Yan Qinglan was gradually pressed down, tilting onto the carriage seat.

Yan Qinglan wanted to speak but had no chance.

You little brat!

Yan Qinglan thought of interrupting, pinching Wen Zhuojin’s soft flesh, but Wen Zhuojin grabbed her hand and placed it on her own lower back.

The spring clothing was thin, and Wen Zhuojin’s waist was slender and flexible, moving slightly under Yan Qinglan’s palm.

Yan Qinglan’s face grew redder.

She couldn’t bring herself to pinch hard, letting Wen Zhuojin kiss her a bit longer.

Yan Qinglan had also been affected by aphrodisiac incense before.

But she hadn’t been as “severe” as Wen Zhuojin—at least she had remained conscious and hadn’t desired intimacy with anyone.

Only when Wen Zhuojin was around did she feel the urge to be close, but it had never been this intense.

Perhaps the incense used this time was stronger?

This made Yan Qinglan hate the Prince of Anqing’s son even more.

The kiss lasted for an unknown amount of time. When Yan Qinglan felt somewhat dazed, she sensed a force on her waist.

Wen Zhuojin was pulling her closer.

They were already very close, but she seemed unsatisfied.

Yan Qinglan felt the strength of the hand on her waist and the contact between their bodies, causing a sudden panic.

You little brat, what are you trying to do?!

“Master, we’re here!” Yan Zisang’s voice came through, and Yan Qinglan finally pinched Wen Zhuojin’s soft waist.

But the pinch wasn’t hard, and Wen Zhuojin only let out a low moan, not lessening the intensity of the kiss.

Faced with the choice of being seen kissing by Yan Zisang or pinching harder to make Wen Zhuojin stop, Yan Qinglan chose the latter, applying more force.

Wen Zhuojin’s breathing paused for a moment, as if regaining some rationality, and she pulled away from Yan Qinglan’s lips.

“Sister, it hurts…” Wen Zhuojin called out to Yan Qinglan, her voice pitiful and coquettish.

“Take us back to the previous residence,” Yan Qinglan said, trying to keep her voice steady.

Yan Zisang opened the carriage curtain and saw the girl with a face as red as a crabapple flower looking up at Yan Qinglan, very close to her.

Yan Qinglan’s face was also red, her eyes moist.

The two looked as if they were gazing at each other affectionately.

Yan Zisang quickly regained his composure, wanting to pull Wen Zhuojin away.

But as soon as he applied a bit of force, Wen Zhuojin hugged Yan Qinglan even tighter.

“No, I don’t want to leave my sister, I don’t…”

Wen Zhuojin cried.

“Be good, you won’t leave,” Yan Qinglan said, gently patting Wen Zhuojin’s head.

Yan Zisang, who already found it hard to believe, widened his eyes—this voice was too gentle!

If it weren’t for the bl00d letter and the half-day they had spent together, Yan Zisang might not have recognized Yan Qinglan based on her current demeanor.