Mistakenly Treated The Princess As A Concubine - Chapter 61

After being cared for by Wen Zhuojin for so long, Yan Qinglan’s already fair skin became even more radiant and soft. The once prominent bones on her body were now cushioned with a layer of flesh, making her feel as if she were boneless to the touch.

Soaking in the flower-scented bath, her natural scent blended with the fragrance of the flowers, creating a delicate, slightly sweet aroma on her skin. Even without tasting, it felt incredibly enticing.

Wen Zhuojin had been holding back for a long time, and now that Yan Qinglan was responding to her, the restrained desire within her could no longer be contained.

She kissed Yan Qinglan’s lips, her earlobes, her neck…

After the tender foreplay, she wanted more…

She wanted to have a deeper connection with Yan Qinglan, to overwrite Yan Qinglan’s painful memories with her own.

Yan Qinglan wanted to take advantage of her clear vision to see what Wen Zhuojin looked like.

But the person holding her showed no intention of lifting her head to let her see.

After kissing her lips, Wen Zhuojin moved to suck on her earlobes.

It was both ticklish and numbing.

Yan Qinglan instinctively turned her head to avoid it.

“Sister, let Ah Zhuo kiss you, okay?”

Yan Qinglan heard Wen Zhuojin’s voice, calling out to her, sounding both like a plea and a coquettish request.

Thinking of how Wen Zhuojin had always been patient and restrained, and now, due to her own inability to explain properly, had misunderstood and must be feeling wronged and hurt, Yan Qinglan couldn’t help but feel a bit more indulgent. She stopped avoiding and, despite the ticklish sensation, allowed Wen Zhuojin to continue sucking.

She even reached out to hug Wen Zhuojin, gently stroking her back.

This small action excited Wen Zhuojin even more, making her want to push further.

Yan Qinglan felt her hips being lifted and then lowered, and as she slid down, her body trembled, and she gasped.

Their heated bodies pressed together, interlocking in layers.

Skin, lightly rubbing.

Little rascal, what are you doing?!

“Sister, let me help you forget all your worries, okay?”

Wen Zhuojin’s hoarse voice came through.

Yan Qinglan heard Wen Zhuojin’s words but didn’t immediately understand their meaning.

The desire to see Wen Zhuojin clearly and the urge to comfort her both vanished. Her mind went blank, as if something was building up, ready to burst forth.

The water in the bathtub splashed out like waves.

Yan Qinglan felt like a lone boat swaying in the wind and rain, being pushed up and then falling down.

Wen Zhuojin’s breathing also became erratic, and she could no longer maintain the kiss.

Her face buried in Yan Qinglan’s neck, she panted.

The soft, continuous panting made her neck itch.

But compared to the sensation of their skin pressing together, that feeling could be ignored.

Yan Qinglan’s lips were released, and she gasped for air, feeling as if no amount of breathing could satisfy her lungs.

The heat rose uncontrollably.

In the past, the heat would subside quickly, and once it did, she could no longer see clearly.

But this time, it didn’t subside.

Her vision remained clear.

In her sight was a pale shoulder, with dark hair rising and falling over it.

As the tremors became more frequent, Yan Qinglan felt Wen Zhuojin’s strength increase where their skin touched, as if she were kissing her.

Before long, Yan Qinglan was pressed against the side of the bathtub, and Wen Zhuojin suddenly let go, even creating a slight distance between them.

Yan Qinglan felt like a reservoir that had been holding back water for a long time, only for the rain to stop just as it was about to reach its peak.

Would it be like last time?

Yan Qinglan frowned, her fingers slightly curling.

She didn’t know whether to let the other person continue or to endure and let it pass…

As Yan Qinglan was thinking, her body was hugged again, lifted, and then lowered.

“I want to wait for you, sister…”

Wen Zhuojin’s panting voice came through.

She still remembered what happened last time.

She couldn’t just think of herself.

But Yan Qinglan was too enticing to her, and just touching her made her excited.

She had to take a break to calm down before continuing.

The meaning behind Wen Zhuojin’s words would have been lost on Yan Qinglan in the past.

But now, she understood as soon as she heard them, and her face grew even hotter.

Too much water had splashed out of the bathtub, and there was almost nothing left to spill.

But Yan Qinglan felt as if she were about to drown.

It was like sinking to the bottom of the water, each breath becoming increasingly difficult.

Until Wen Zhuojin pulled her out of the water, and after a series of intense tremors, her breathing returned, as if she had been reborn.

Yan Qinglan gasped for air, her mind completely blank, even forgetting where she was.

Only then did she understand what Wen Zhuojin meant by forgetting her worries.

Wen Zhuojin felt that she and Yan Qinglan were in sync this time and looked up at Yan Qinglan.

In Yan Qinglan’s sight, a face appeared.

Yan Qinglan saw it but didn’t immediately react.

Who was this person in front of her?

Young and fresh, with extremely beautiful features, red lips and white teeth, her slightly parted lips revealing a small canine tooth, her dark eyes moist and pure, the corners of her eyes tinged with red, looking obedient.

She seemed very familiar.

Yan Qinglan saw the face in her vision smile at her, eyes curving.

The smile was sweet.

She leaned in to kiss her, then lifted her head again.

“Sister, do you like it?”

A familiar voice came through.

Yan Qinglan’s eyes widened slightly.

The face and voice matched.

It was Wen Zhuojin!

So, this is what the little rascal looks like!

It’s hard to imagine that someone who looks so obedient could act like that just now…

“Sister, I really like it!”

Wen Zhuojin said softly, looking at Yan Qinglan’s expression. She noticed that her beautiful sister seemed dazed, not yet fully back to her senses, looking incredibly adorable.

Yan Qinglan’s face was still flushed, especially around her peach-blossom eyes, which were filled with tears, making her look pitiful.

Her fair skin had a pink hue, and her body emitted a fragrant scent.

Wen Zhuojin wanted to kiss her again.

But after teasing her for so long, the water in the bathtub had cooled, and most of their bodies were exposed to the air.

Wen Zhuojin, worried that the frail Yan Qinglan might catch a cold, didn’t dare to look at her any longer.

She scooped Yan Qinglan out of the tub and wrapped her in a towel.

Then she called for the maid outside to bring more hot water.

Both of them had been sweating and felt sticky.

The maid who had been waiting outside came in with a flushed face to add hot water, then quickly left with her head down.

Yan Qinglan took a moment to recover, feeling her consciousness gradually return.

She closed her eyes, then opened them again, taking another look at Wen Zhuojin.

Wen Zhuojin placed Yan Qinglan in the hot water, while she stood outside the tub, quickly wiping herself down with a wet cloth.

Wen Zhuojin wasn’t wearing any clothes.

Yan Qinglan looked at Wen Zhuojin from head to toe.

Yan Qinglan’s face felt hot, but she was afraid she might lose her vision again, so she took the opportunity to look a few more times while she could still see clearly.

Wen Zhuojin seemed unaware that Yan Qinglan could see, as she wiped herself down without any hesitation.

The water from the cloth dripped down her body, from top to bottom.

Her well-proportioned figure, with a slender waist and long legs, was both soft and strong.

Before Yan Qinglan could take a closer look, Wen Zhuojin, now cleaned up, leaned over with a cloth to look at Yan Qinglan.

“Sister, be good, let me wipe you down, and then we’ll go back. Your skin is all wrinkled from the water, poor thing… We can’t stay in the water next time…”

Wen Zhuojin’s voice came through.

Yan Qinglan still felt a bit disoriented.

The little rascal treats me like a child, but how old is she herself?

No matter what Yan Qinglan was thinking, Wen Zhuojin was already skillfully helping her.

After wiping her down, Wen Zhuojin scooped Yan Qinglan out of the tub, wrapped her in a towel, and headed to the inner room.

Yan Qinglan hadn’t paid much attention to the room before, but now she could see it clearly.

There was an exquisite canopy bed, with two pillows on it and clothes scattered around.

Wen Zhuojin placed Yan Qinglan on the bed, looking at her dazed expression, and leaned in to kiss the tip of her nose.

“Sister, we need to apply some medicine. Don’t be afraid, it’s a bit swollen. The anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving ointment Auntie Zheng prescribed works really well… Be good…”

Yan Qinglan heard Wen Zhuojin speaking to her as if she were a child, then felt the towel around her being lifted, and a cool sensation where it had been hot and sore before—the ointment was being applied.

Yan Qinglan gritted her teeth.

She only applied it to me, but what about herself?

Is she different?

After applying the ointment, Wen Zhuojin’s eyes darkened, thinking of what had just happened. Her desires stirred again, but Yan Qinglan’s skin was much more delicate than hers and more prone to injury.

Wen Zhuojin swallowed hard, but ultimately didn’t do anything. She wrapped Yan Qinglan up again.

Seeing the tears on Yan Qinglan’s eyelashes, like a delicate flower battered by the wind and rain, Wen Zhuojin felt both pity and guilt.

“Sister, your hair is still wet, so you can’t sleep yet. We need to dry it. Be good, it’ll be quick. If you’re bored, I can tell you about today. The polo match today was really thrilling…”

Wen Zhuojin kissed Yan Qinglan’s eyelashes, then took a dry towel to dry her hair, talking as she did so, diverting both of their attention.

When Wen Zhuojin mentioned the polo match, Yan Qinglan remembered the person in the golden polo uniform at the Zhonghe Hall, swinging the mallet with such grace.

The little rascal is indeed brave and resourceful.

The Northern Qiang had a scent that could dull horses, which had apparently been used on the battlefield before.

The northern armies had suffered greatly from it.

Wen Zhuojin had a formula for an antidote to this scent, which could be crucial if given to the northern armies.

After today’s events, people in the palace would likely find out.

I wonder if they’ll be willing to give the formula to the northern armies.

Yan Qinglan’s expression turned serious for a moment, then she continued listening to Wen Zhuojin.

As she listened to Wen Zhuojin speak and looked at her face, Yan Qinglan began to adjust, gradually matching Wen Zhuojin’s voice with her appearance.

Wen Zhuojin’s appearance was different from what Yan Qinglan had imagined.

But the more she looked, the more pleasing it became.

Ah Zhuo is quite good-looking.

Wen Zhuojin’s looks weren’t the flamboyant type, but rather carried an air of obedience. When she wasn’t speaking, she gave off a gentle and virtuous vibe.

But appearances can be deceiving.

Yan Qinglan still couldn’t quite reconcile this face with the memories of those moments.

When she was angry, pretending to bully someone, speaking fiercely…

How did she manage to make those expressions with this face?

Now, as Wen Zhuojin spoke, closing her eyes to listen wasn’t a problem, but opening them and seeing her made Yan Qinglan feel a bit uncomfortable.

Thinking that I couldn’t see, Wen Zhuojin didn’t put on any clothes while drying my hair.

She knows to wrap me in a towel, but she seems to handle the cold well…

Has it always been like this?

Yan Qinglan didn’t say anything, maintaining this subtle tension.

Wen Zhuojin used over a dozen dry towels to dry Yan Qinglan’s hair, then went to find her some clothes.

She picked out undergarments and then a nightgown.

Yan Qinglan had many undergarments made for her, and Wen Zhuojin chose one she thought looked nice.

Yan Qinglan was still wrapped in the towel, and when she saw Wen Zhuojin approaching with the clothes, she felt a bit self-conscious.

In the past, Wen Zhuojin would also change her clothes after her bath.

But the level of embarrassment between not being able to see and being able to see was different.

Yan Qinglan felt slightly uneasy, and when she saw the clothes in Wen Zhuojin’s hands, her eyes widened.

What kind of clothes is this little rascal giving me?!