Mistakenly Treated The Princess As A Concubine - Chapter 69

During the meal, Wen Zhuojin habitually served Yan Qinglan by scooping a spoonful of food, blowing on it to cool it down, and then feeding it to her. When their eyes met, Wen Zhuojin felt a deeper realization that Yan Qinglan could indeed see now.

The woman, who had just been passionately kissed until her body went weak, was casually draped in her clothes, leaning against a soft pillow and breathing lightly. Her eyes were like a lake after the rain, clear and moist.

With just a little teasing, she became soft and weak. Despite her apparent fragility, she still had the energy to provoke Wen Zhuojin and even run away.

Wen Zhuojin was still very bothered by the fact that Yan Qinglan had gone out with Qing Chenning.

However, sensing Yan Qinglan’s concern for her, she temporarily suppressed her feelings.

Yan Qinglan opened her lips to drink the spoonful Wen Zhuojin fed her, then shook her head.

“No need to feed me, I can eat by myself. Go change your clothes and bring the medicine to dress your wound.” Yan Qinglan said, looking at Wen Zhuojin.

Wen Zhuojin had been wearing the same clothes for a while, having been out in the rain for a long time. Her skin was wrinkled from being soaked.

The wound on Wen Zhuojin’s neck had stopped bleeding, but it had turned pale from being soaked in water, looking somewhat gruesome.

“It won’t take long. What if you burn yourself? The soup is hot, let me feed you first.” Wen Zhuojin insisted.

“…I can see.” Yan Qinglan’s eyes flickered. Wen Zhuojin still thought she couldn’t see.

Wen Zhuojin waved her hand in front of Yan Qinglan’s eyes, and Yan Qinglan’s pupils reacted.

“So you can see. But even if you can see, you can still get burned. Be good!” Wen Zhuojin said, looking quite serious.

Yan Qinglan felt a pang of guilt when she met Wen Zhuojin’s gaze.

After their long kiss, the tension between them due to misunderstandings had eased, and their interaction seemed to return to normal.

But that didn’t mean nothing had happened.

Yan Qinglan still hadn’t explained herself.

She hadn’t told Wen Zhuojin about her regained eyesight, and Wen Zhuojin had found out on her own.

Every time Wen Zhuojin looked at her, Yan Qinglan felt guilty and at fault.

Wen Zhuojin insisted on feeding Yan Qinglan half a bowl of hot soup.

Yan Qinglan had no choice but to obediently eat.

“Alright, I’ll eat the rest myself. A’Zhuo, go change your clothes, you might catch a cold. Don’t forget to bring the medicine.” Yan Qinglan said, refusing to drink more.

“Then eat a few bites first, let me see if you can manage on your own.” Wen Zhuojin said.

Yan Qinglan had no choice but to demonstrate her ability to use chopsticks and a spoon accurately.

“Not bad, no spills. Your eyes are indeed working well.” Wen Zhuojin concluded.

“…Go now.” Yan Yanlan urged.

She wasn’t sure if Wen Zhuojin was doing it on purpose, but her words seemed to tread on Yan Qinglan’s guilt.

Wen Zhuojin noticed Yan Qinglan’s concern for her, fearing she might catch a cold, and a small smile tugged at her lips, which she quickly suppressed.

She couldn’t let Yan Qinglan see how happy she was.

Wen Zhuojin went to the bathroom to wash up, dried herself, changed into clean undergarments, and returned to the inner chamber.

Yan Qinglan had finished eating, her body warmed from within, and her strength had mostly returned.

Leaning against the soft pillow, she felt somewhat lazy.

As long as she didn’t think about explaining things to Wen Zhuojin, she felt relaxed and comfortable.

Hearing movement, Yan Qinglan looked up.

The tall figure, dressed in white undergarments with damp hair dripping water, walked slowly towards Yan Qinglan. Her features were clear, her eyes pure, her skin warm and jade-like. Even without any expression, she exuded a sense of elegance and youthful spirit.

Without any adornments, she was still extremely pleasing to look at, bringing a sense of comfort just by her presence.

Yan Qinglan thought to herself, and before she knew it, Wen Zhuojin was standing in front of her.

“Sister, can you see me?” Wen Zhuojin asked, already knowing the answer.

“Of course I can see you.” Yan Qinglan replied.

“Then, sister, do you think I’m more beautiful, or is Qing Chenning more beautiful?” Wen Zhuojin asked.

“…” Yan Qinglan’s temple twitched slightly.

“I don’t mean anything by it, I just want to know. I think you’re the most beautiful, no one compares. I wonder if you think I’m ugly or beautiful.” Wen Zhuojin said, her voice lowering a few degrees.

“A’Zhuo is naturally more beautiful than Qing Chenning.” Yan Qinglan said, sensing Wen Zhuojin’s “disappointment.”

Well, Qing Chenning probably didn’t care about her looks, right?

Wen Zhuojin’s lips almost curled into a smile, but she forcefully suppressed it.

“Sister, I don’t know why you trust Qing Chenning and became friends with her. In such heavy rain, she took you out without even hiring a carriage or bringing an umbrella. When she met me, she got scared and ran away after just one hit. Sister, tell me, am I more reliable, or is she?” Wen Zhuojin leaned closer to Yan Qinglan and continued.

She just wanted to badmouth Qing Chenning.

That person, how could she gain the trust of her beautiful sister, even using “code words” to communicate, taking her out to “play”…

Yan Qinglan had said there was nothing between her and Qing Chenning, and Wen Zhuojin believed that. However, the relationship between Yan Qinglan and Qing Chenning still bothered Wen Zhuojin greatly.

Listening to Wen Zhuojin’s words, Yan Qinglan knew she was still very bothered.

“Of course, A’Zhuo is more reliable. If it weren’t for you this time, I might have been captured by the imperial guards.” Yan Qinglan said sincerely.

As for whether Qing Chenning was reliable or not, Yan Qinglan naturally knew.

Given the circumstances, Qing Chenning had done quite well.

In several incidents, she had been extremely loyal to her, even standing by her side when she sensed the rift between Yan Qinglan and her younger brother.

But it wasn’t the right time to explain this to Wen Zhuojin yet, so she would just comfort her for now.

Wen Zhuojin hugged Yan Qinglan, and in a direction Yan Qinglan couldn’t see, her lips curled up uncontrollably.

“Sister, can you promise not to see Qing Chenning again? She can’t protect you.” Wen Zhuojin said.

“…She’s just my friend. Although she’s not as good as you in many ways, she has her merits. But if you think I shouldn’t have friends, then I won’t see her anymore.” Yan Qinglan thought for a moment and said. It wasn’t very realistic to never see Qing Chenning again.

“Then, can I be present when you meet her?” Wen Zhuojin asked.

“Alright.” Yan Qinglan nodded, as Wen Zhuojin had made a concession.

Having reached an agreement, Wen Zhuojin felt much more at ease.

“Your wound needs to be dressed.” Yan Qinglan patted the person holding her as a reminder.

Hearing this, Wen Zhuojin immediately went to get the wound medicine and let Yan Qinglan apply it for her.

The wound on her neck, where Yan Qinglan had quickly retracted the dagger, was about the length of a finger.

After applying the medicine, Yan Qinglan bandaged Wen Zhuojin’s neck.

“Sister, it hurts… At that time, I just wanted to take off your clothes and change you into dry ones, but you pointed a dagger at me. Do you know how hurt I was?” Wen Zhuojin touched her neck and said to Yan Qinglan after being bandaged.

“…” Yan Qinglan already felt heartache seeing Wen Zhuojin’s wound, and now she felt even more guilty.

“I’m sorry, at that time I thought… I thought you were going to humiliate me…” Yan Qinglan touched Wen Zhuojin’s face.

“Sister, promise me you won’t leave me again, okay?” Wen Zhuojin leaned closer, pressing her cheek against Yan Qinglan’s, and whispered.

“I won’t.” Yan Qinglan sighed inwardly, patting Wen Zhuojin’s back, only to be hugged even tighter.

“You haven’t eaten yet, the food will get cold if you don’t eat soon. Let’s talk after you’ve eaten.” Yan Qinglan said softly.

“Sister, are you worried I’ll go hungry?” Wen Zhuojin released Yan Qinglan and asked.

“Of course I am, aren’t you hungry?” Yan Qinglan asked.

“I’ve been hungry for a while, I only ate once this morning. But… since sister can see now, can you feed me?” Wen Zhuojin said, looking at Yan Qinglan with eager eyes.

“…Alright.” Yan Qinglan glanced at Wen Zhuojin and agreed.

She really owed her.

Yan Qinglan picked up the bowl and started feeding Wen Zhuojin.

Yan Qinglan had never fed anyone before, and after a few mouthfuls, she spilled quite a bit.

Wen Zhuojin didn’t mind and continued to let her feed her. After a few tries, although Yan Qinglan wasn’t skilled at feeding, Wen Zhuojin became quite adept at receiving the food.

If Wen Zhuojin hadn’t needed to open her mouth to eat, her smile would have reached her ears.

After Wen Zhuojin finished eating, she called a maid to clean up.

Outside, the sky grew darker, and the rain showed no signs of stopping.

“Sister, when did you regain your sight? Whenever I asked about your eyes, you always said it was blurry and you couldn’t see clearly.” Wen Zhuojin hugged Yan Qinglan and asked with a hint of complaint when they were alone.

“It was when you told me to forget my worries…” Yan Qinglan whispered, her face unconsciously reddening.

“Indeed, doing those things has its benefits. If I had known earlier, I would have done them sooner.” Wen Zhuojin said, her eyes lighting up.

Wen Zhuojin had originally intended to ask Yan Qinglan about when her eyes had recovered after taking the medicine, so she could record it and adjust the prescription accordingly.

She hadn’t expected Yan Qinglan to say this.

“…” Yan Qinglan remained silent.

Perhaps she shouldn’t have mentioned this, or at least not at this moment.

“Sister, there’s still some residual poison in your body. Like last time, it could easily trigger the addiction again. Why don’t we try again tonight and see if you feel better?” Wen Zhuojin said, trying to control her tone but still sounding somewhat excited.

Since that last time, Wen Zhuojin had been more restrained and polite.

However, after some time of recuperation, Wen Zhuojin’s hands had been well taken care of, and she had learned a few new things. She felt that this time could be different from the last, and she could make Yan Qinglan feel even better.

“Sister, is that okay? This time, I won’t let you get hurt.” Wen Zhuojin leaned closer to Yan Qinglan’s ear and asked.

Yan Qinglan’s ears burned with heat and tingled from Wen Zhuojin’s teasing.

She realized she shouldn’t have said what she did earlier.

But the words were already out, and there was no taking them back.

All she could do was nod.

Fine, since she had made this little rascal upset today, she might as well let her have her way.

Even if it meant enduring some discomfort like last time, so be it.

With this thought, Yan Qinglan felt less resistant.

Wen Zhuojin took Yan Qinglan to bathe.

This time, Wen Zhuojin wore a black veil, restraining herself from acting impulsively. After Yan Qinglan finished washing. Wen Zhuojin wrapped her in a towel and carried her to the inner chamber to dry her off.

By the time Wen Zhuojin returned froм her own bath, Yan Qinglan was already drowsy, leaning against the soft pillow. Wen Zhuojin leaned in and kissed her until she was even more dazed.

Yan Qinglan’s cheeks flushed with heat. and her heart began to race. She didn’t know how she ended up lying down or when the undergarments she had just put on were pulled off.

By the time she realized what was happening, all she could see was the crown of Wen Zhuojin’s head.

Her legs were pressed open by Wen Zhuojin.

Wen Zhuojin’s long hair cascaded down like satin, brushing against Yan Qinglan’s skin and sliding between her legs.

It tickled.

A warm tongue trailed kisses, leaving a trail of tingling and itching sensations wherever it went, causing her skin to tremble uncontrollably.

The kisses continued until…

Yan Qinglan let out a muffled groan, her fingers tangling in Wen Zhuojin’s hair.

“Wen Zhuojin, you…” Yan Qinglan tried to speak, but her words were swallowed by Wen Zhuojin’s lips, her tongue teasing and pressing, turning her words into a suppressed moan.

Something surged from her very core, and Yan Qinglan felt as if she was about to die.