Mistakenly Treated The Princess As A Concubine - Chapter 72

Wen Zhuojin felt that the beautiful sister had become a bit fiercer, her expression more serious.

As soon as she entered the room, Yan Qinglan reached out to touch Wen Zhuojin’s forehead and hands.

“Your forehead is hot, and your hands are cold. Go put on more clothes.”

Her voice was still soft and delicate, but it carried an undeniable authority.

Wen Zhuojin immediately found an outer robe to put on and then obediently walked over to Yan Qinglan.

“Sister, I’ve put on more clothes.” Wen Zhuojin said, lightly touching Yan Qinglan.

Seeing Wen Zhuojin standing there so obediently, Yan Qinglan pulled her to sit down.

“Don’t go outside to catch the wind. Tonight, we’ll add a bowl of Five Gods Soup to dinner.” Yan Qinglan said, reaching out to adjust Wen Zhuojin’s collar.

Previously, Wen Zhuojin had been worried about whether she had fallen ill from being caught in the rain, but she hadn’t considered that even someone with a vibrant life force could catch a cold.

No matter what, Wen Zhuojin was still a woman under twenty, and she could still get sick.

Wen Zhuojin looked at Yan Qinglan with a smile in her eyes, unable to contain her joy.

She could feel that Yan Qinglan truly cared for her.

She wanted to get closer to Yan Qinglan, to hug her and nuzzle against her, but she restrained herself. Since she was sick, it was better to keep some distance.

When dinner was served, Yan Qinglan remembered Zheng Qianqin’s advice and made sure Wen Zhuojin ate more lightly, preventing her from picking up spicy or heating foods, and personally served her dishes.

She also supervised her to drink more hot soup.

After dinner, Yan Qinglan made sure Wen Zhuojin took her medicine.

Wen Zhuojin had been weak as a child and had taken a lot of medicine. As she grew older and her health improved, she developed an aversion to medicine, avoiding it whenever possible.

Now, under Yan Qinglan’s watchful eye, she had no choice but to drink a bowl of bitter medicine.

After closing her eyes and gulping it down, she grimaced, only to feel something sweet being offered to her. Opening her eyes, she saw Yan Qinglan.

Wen Zhuojin bit into the piece of malt candy Yan Qinglan handed her, feeling as if she were floating.

Seeing Wen Zhuojin’s expression, Yan Qinglan’s demeanor softened as well. The person before her was like a child, easily satisfied.

The candy had been bought by Wen Zhuojin for Yan Qinglan, who had given it to her countless times when she had to take medicine.

Now, Yan Qinglan had given her just one piece, and she was so happy.

Seeing Wen Zhuojin’s joy, Yan Qinglan’s mood also improved.

After Wen Zhuojin finished her medicine, Yan Qinglan also had to take hers.

There was still some residual poison in her body, and her weak constitution required continued care, so she couldn’t stop taking the medicine.

After taking the medicine and preparing to wash up, Yan Qinglan didn’t let Wen Zhuojin help. Instead, she had Wen Zhuojin take a hot bath first and get into bed, while she went to soak in a medicinal bath.

The medicine Wen Zhuojin had taken hadn’t started working yet, and she hadn’t started sweating. Instead, her head felt increasingly dizzy, and she felt cold even under the blankets.

After some time, Yan Qinglan finished her bath and came to the bed. Wen Zhuojin was shivering under the blankets, her eyes closed.

Yan Qinglan felt Wen Zhuojin’s forehead again—it was still burning hot.

She brought another blanket and covered Wen Zhuojin, then got in herself and hugged her.

Having just soaked in a floral bath, Yan Qinglan’s body was warm and carried a pleasant floral scent.

In her daze, Wen Zhuojin felt a warm, soft presence approaching and reached out to hug it, but then pushed it away.

“Sister, don’t… don’t come close…” Wen Zhuojin said hoarsely.

Yan Qinglan ignored her and moved closer, wrapping her arms around Wen Zhuojin and pressing her lips to hers.

The kiss, carrying the scent of flowers, momentarily disoriented Wen Zhuojin.

A sliver of rationality returned, and Wen Zhuojin cupped Yan Qinglan’s face, stopping the kiss.

“Sister, you’ll get sick too.” Wen Zhuojin whispered, her voice filled with restraint.

“Enough, if I were going to get sick, I would have already. Stop fussing. Don’t think about anything, don’t worry about anything. If you push me away again, I’ll ignore you.” Yan Qinglan said.

“No… Sister, I feel terrible…” Wen Zhuojin quickly hugged Yan Qinglan tightly, her voice muffled.

“I know you feel bad. Once the medicine starts working and you sweat, you’ll feel much better.” Yan Qinglan said, her face pressed against Wen Zhuojin’s, constantly monitoring her temperature.

Hearing Yan Qinglan’s gentle whispers, Wen Zhuojin felt as if a warm source had ignited in her heart, making her want to hold the person in her arms even tighter.

Wen Zhuojin pressed against Yan Qinglan, drawing warmth from her.

Whether it was because her mind was becoming increasingly unclear or because their embrace was generating heat, Wen Zhuojin no longer felt cold.

However, simply holding each other seemed insufficient.

Their thin nightclothes were soon removed.

In no time, they were pressed together without any barriers.

Yan Qinglan felt Wen Zhuojin’s breath, hot and short, as if she were holding something back.

Yet she stopped, panting and hesitating.

“Ah Zhuo, if you want to, you don’t need to hold back.” Yan Qinglan whispered, her hand stroking Wen Zhuojin’s back.

Wen Zhuojin’s breathing quickened, and she kissed Yan Qinglan fiercely a few times.

“No, I can’t… I can’t hurt you, and I can’t scare you. I need to let you experience the pleasure first, take it slow, make you like it too…”

“Wait… we’ll do it together on our wedding night.”

Wen Zhuojin, though dazed, still held onto her principles, murmuring as she kissed Yan Qinglan but refrained from further action.

Yan Qinglan was kissed from her neck to her collarbone by Wen Zhuojin, and as she listened to her words, her breath hitched.

This little rascal, so this was what she had been thinking.

She cared deeply about her feelings, not wanting to “enjoy” alone but wanting her to feel the same way.

Yan Qinglan had never had someone she liked before, let alone experienced such feelings.

She could only judge based on her current sensations.

This feeling of being completely cared for was wonderful.

Yan Qinglan wanted to take control, but she was weak, and the sick Wen Zhuojin was focused on kissing her, making it impossible to push her away.

After a moment’s thought, she let Wen Zhuojin have her way.

She was sick, so she could kiss wherever she wanted.

Under the two layers of blankets, Wen Zhuojin gradually moved downward, her head buried under the covers.

Yan Qinglan couldn’t see anything, only feeling the hot lips kissing her skin, each touch sending shivers through her, until the kisses reached…

Her chest.

Yan Qinglan inhaled sharply, her entire body stiffening, her bl00d surging as if being heated.

This little rascal, where did she learn to kiss there too…

Yan Qinglan’s thoughts were interrupted, her full attention focused on one spot.

Soon, it shifted to another.

Yan Qinglan felt like dough, being kneaded repeatedly.

Suck.

The person kissing her seemed tireless, as if she were some kind of delicacy, extracting something from her.

Just these kisses alone were…

Perhaps this was what Wen Zhuojin meant by letting her experience the pleasure?

If so, then she had succeeded.

After a while, Wen Zhuojin emerged from under the covers.

As if she had done some strenuous physical labor, beads of sweat dotted her forehead.

Yan Qinglan was still catching her breath when she saw Wen Zhuojin’s bright, clear eyes, now much more awake, and the sweat on her forehead, realizing she had started to sweat.

She reached out, and Wen Zhuojin obediently lowered her head.

Yan Qinglan felt Wen Zhuojin’s sweaty forehead.

It was cooler than before, but still a bit warm, not completely back to normal.

“Sister, you’re so good, I’m so happy…” Wen Zhuojin said in a hoarse voice.

Yan Qinglan helplessly patted Wen Zhuojin’s head.

Even when sick, she could still be like this.

But who could blame her? She was ill.

After sweating, both of them felt uncomfortable.

“I’ll take you to wash up.” Wen Zhuojin said, feeling a bit better.

“Don’t move, or you’ll catch a chill again. I’ll call for hot water to be brought in to wipe you down. Be good.” Yan Qinglan said, holding Wen Zhuojin in place.

“Okay.” Wen Zhuojin obediently agreed.

Yan Qinglan got up and found the nightclothes that had been removed earlier.

Wen Zhuojin lay there obediently, her gaze fixed on Yan Qinglan.

Having just kissed Yan Qinglan on instinct, she now saw the results of her actions and couldn’t help but lick her lips.

They seemed a bit swollen, redder than she remembered.

Yan Qinglan turned her back to put on her nightclothes, and when she turned around, she saw Wen Zhuojin’s gaze, her face flushing.

“Sister, yours are so beautiful, much fuller than mine…” Wen Zhuojin said with a tone of envy and admiration, but before she could finish, Yan Qinglan’s hand covered her mouth, and her eyelids were forcibly closed.

“Stop messing around.” Yan Qinglan said.

Wen Zhuojin nodded, and Yan Qinglan released her, calling for the maid on night duty to bring in hot water.

When the hot water arrived, Yan Qinglan used a towel to wipe Wen Zhuojin down, changed her into dry nightclothes, and wrapped her in a fresh blanket, then called for the maid to take the used one away.

Wen Zhuojin lay there watching Yan Qinglan busy herself. Though she still felt a bit uncomfortable, her heart was at ease.

Her earlier worries were slowly being soothed.

The beautiful sister, who couldn’t go out openly because she hadn’t been given an identity token, was terrified of encountering soldiers and had been confined to the house by her. Yet, she held no resentment and treated her so well.

And she, still afraid that she might run away, hesitated over whether to get her an identity token.

She really wasn’t being fair.

If Yan Qinglan didn’t like her, she would have left when given the chance.

She could have followed Qing Chenning out of the house, or left at any time.

She needed to go to the government office as soon as possible to change her status and get her an identity token, to give her peace of mind.

Then, when she went out, she could take her along.

“Alright, be good, close your eyes and sleep…” Yan Qinglan finished tidying up and came to Wen Zhuojin’s side, placing her hand over Wen Zhuojin’s face and whispering.

Having sweated, Wen Zhuojin felt much better. After being coaxed by Yan Qinglan, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Yan Qinglan, thinking she needed to take care of the patient, didn’t sleep deeply, occasionally reaching out to feel Wen Zhuojin’s forehead.

By dawn, Wen Zhuojin hadn’t developed a fever again, and Yan Qinglan finally relaxed.

During the day, Wen Zhuojin rested to recover and didn’t go out.

Yan Qinglan continued to take care of her, reminding and supervising her meals.

Wen Zhuojin’s body was well taken care of, and her mood was even better.

With a good foundation, she recovered after just one day of rest.

The next morning, Wen Zhuojin went out to the shop.

As soon as Wen Zhuojin left, Yan Zisang and Qing Chenning arrived.

Yan Zisang first reported the situation outside to Yan Qinglan.

Several loyal embroidered guards had died to help Yan Qinglan escape.

“The Vice Minister of Revenue deserves to die! The Imperial Guards are a problem. The Imperial Guard Commander is under Jiangxiao’s control. We need to find a way to replace him with someone from our side. Among the current military officers, there’s still…”

Yan Qinglan listened to Yan Zisang’s report, her expression cold, and gave instructions for the next steps.

After giving her orders, Yan Qinglan glanced at Qing Chenning.

“From now on, you don’t need to come. If there’s anything, send me a letter.”

Remembering her promise to Wen Zhuojin, Yan Qinglan added.