Mistakenly Treated The Princess As A Concubine - Chapter 85

After discussing matters with Manager Lin, Wen Zhuojin hurried back to the inner courtyard of the estate.

In the inner room, the window was half-open. Princess Yan Qinglan reclined on a chaise lounge by the window, holding a small white cat in her arms while teasing a playful white puppy nearby.

Her hair was not tied up but loosely bound, with soft strands falling freely. Her light pink skirt draped over the edge of the chaise, and her jade-white feet, bare and delicate, rested on the couch. Each toe looked as if carved from snow, exuding a sense of purity and charm.

Wen Zhuojin, who had been weighed down with numerous calculations and concerns while speaking with Manager Lin, felt all those worries dissipate upon seeing this scene.

As soon as Princess Yan Qinglan heard footsteps, she felt her feet being enveloped by a warm hand.

“Sister, it’s been quite hot these past few days, but you shouldn’t indulge in the cold too much. The doctor says that cold starts from the feet, and cold feet can lead to all sorts of illnesses.” came the familiar voice.

“You start nagging as soon as you return.” Princess Yan Qinglan glanced at Wen Zhuojin, her tone carrying a hint of complaint.

Wen Zhuojin’s hand still held Princess Yan Qinglan’s foot, but her face had already leaned in, kissing her.

Princess Yan Qinglan felt a strange warmth on her foot, sending tingles through her skin. She wanted to pull her foot back, but remembering that Wen Zhuojin’s hand was still injured, she decided not to struggle and instead tilted her head to return the kiss.

The two kissed for a while before Wen Zhuojin gathered Princess Yan Qinglan into her arms, placing her on her lap.

The coolness of Princess Yan Qinglan’s skin was gradually warmed by Wen Zhuojin’s touch, seeping into her bones and leaving her feeling lazy and cozy.

Princess Yan Qinglan was beginning to truly appreciate the pleasures of kissing.

She looked up at Wen Zhuojin, her lips moving slightly, wanting more. Wen Zhuojin seemed to sense her desire and leaned down to kiss her again.

“Sister, you’re really not being good. It seems I can’t leave you alone for too long.” Wen Zhuojin murmured softly after they parted, her breath still warm.

Having been with Princess Yan Qinglan for so long, Wen Zhuojin had come to realize that the princess was utterly incapable of taking care of herself. If her maids weren’t attentive, she would likely live in discomfort without even realizing it.

Despite her delicate appearance, Princess Yan Qinglan was indifferent to many things.

Hearing Wen Zhuojin’s words, Princess Yan Qinglan knew that the younger woman was deeply concerned about her well-being. Despite being much younger, Wen Zhuojin always took on the role of the caretaker.

The more Wen Zhuojin understood her, the more meticulous her care became. It was precisely because of this that Princess Yan Qinglan felt increasingly comfortable with her.

“Let go of my foot first. Let me put on my socks before we talk.” Princess Yan Qinglan said softly to Wen Zhuojin, who was still holding her foot.

Wen Zhuojin hadn’t yet released her foot, but as she listened to Princess Yan Qinglan’s words, she noticed that the princess, who had grown accustomed to kissing and rarely blushed, was now flushed from her cheeks to the tips of her ears.

Realizing something, Wen Zhuojin found it amusing. She used her other hand to envelop both of Princess Yan Qinglan’s feet, gently stroking from the delicate toes to the rounded heels.

Princess Yan Qinglan had been walking very little these days, and with daily medicinal baths and floral soaks, her skin, including her feet, had become incredibly smooth and soft, without a single callus. Even from a distance, a faint fragrance could be detected.

Because her skin was so delicate, Princess Yan Qinglan felt a tingling sensation as Wen Zhuojin caressed her feet. She couldn’t help but squirm, her face turning deep red, and her eyes even misting over from the stimulation.

“Wen Zhuojin! Let go of me.” Princess Yan Qinglan said, but as soon as the words left her lips, she felt a warm touch on the top of her foot—Wen Zhuojin had kissed it!

At this point, Princess Yan Qinglan no longer cared about Wen Zhuojin’s injury. She pulled her foot back, covering it with her skirt, and glared at Wen Zhuojin with an accusatory look.

“So, Sister’s feet are also a sensitive spot for her…” Wen Zhuojin said with a pleased smile, delighted to have discovered another of Princess Yan Qinglan’s sensitive areas.

“Wen Zhuojin, stop messing around. If you keep this up, I’ll ignore you.” Princess Yan Qinglan warned.

Meeting Wen Zhuojin’s gaze, Princess Yan Qinglan felt a sense of unease.

This little rascal had all her cleverness focused on mischief!

It seemed that during their intimate moments, there would be yet another area for Wen Zhuojin to “torment.”

“Sister, alright, I’ll stop teasing you. Let me tell you about today. Two people came today, both suffering from incense poisoning…” Wen Zhuojin quickly changed the subject, not daring to provoke her further.

When Wen Zhuojin wasn’t at the estate, Princess Yan Qinglan spent most of her time playing with the puppy and kitten. The embroidered guards would report to her at fixed times, and she would give them instructions if needed.

Princess Yan Qinglan was generally aware of what Wen Zhuojin had been doing outside.

Recently, Wen Zhuojin had recruited more people to join the guard training.

She had also purchased horses, carriages, and even some firearms.

It was clear that Wen Zhuojin had undergone significant changes after the incident, realizing the importance of building her own strength.

What Wen Zhuojin was discussing now was something Princess Yan Qinglan already knew, so she didn’t pay much attention.

“Sister, Lady Yingshu’s daughter, Yan Qinyu, is only fifteen years old. She’s been suffering from incense poisoning for some time and has lost her sight. She’s quite pitiful. Seeing her reminded me of how you were back then. Actually, she looks a bit like you. Not all members of the Yan family are unpleasant.”

Princess Yan Qinglan had been listening calmly, but when Wen Zhuojin mentioned Lady Yingshu’s daughter, her expression froze, and her brows furrowed slightly.

Lady Yingshu’s mother was a princess from the previous generation, and Lady Yingshu herself had married a prince from the imperial clan. Her daughter, therefore, was Princess Yan Qinglan’s niece.

It wasn’t without reason that Wen Zhuojin said she resembled Princess Yan Qinglan.

Back when Prince Anqing had rebelled, Wen Zhuojin had once said that no one in the Yan family was good.

But now, upon meeting Yan Qinyu, her attitude had changed instantly!

A similar situation, a similar appearance, and the girl was over a decade younger than her.

A sense of unease began to rise in Princess Yan Qinglan’s heart.

Every time Wen Zhuojin became infatuated with her appearance, Princess Yan Qinglan felt a twinge of anxiety.

Because she knew that in this world, there was another person who looked almost exactly like her.

If Wen Zhuojin could become infatuated with her appearance, she could just as easily become infatuated with that other person’s…

Yan Qinyu bore some resemblance to her. Would Wen Zhuojin develop feelings for her as well, and then…

“Sister, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” Wen Zhuojin, who had been speaking, noticed that Princess Yan Qinglan’s face had turned pale.

“I feel a bit cold.” Princess Yan Qinglan muttered.

In truth, she wanted to tell Wen Zhuojin to stay away from Yan Qinyu, but she felt it wasn’t appropriate to say so.

After all, it was she who had asked Princess Le’an to persuade Lady Yingshu to come. Now that they were here, it was impossible to stop Wen Zhuojin from treating them.

It wasn’t right to speculate about things that hadn’t happened yet.

Though she tried to rationalize it, her mood remained unsettled.

Hearing that Princess Yan Qinglan felt cold, Wen Zhuojin removed her outer robe and wrapped it around her.

“It’s afternoon, and the estate is cooler than the city. You’re dressed too lightly. I’ll warm you up for now.” Wen Zhuojin said.

Though her tone was serious and even slightly resigned, the corners of her lips curled up as she held Princess Yan Qinglan.

When Princess Yan Qinglan felt cold, she was most willing to be close to her.

Wen Zhuojin held her for a while, then began to talk about external matters. They only separated when it was time for dinner.

Wen Zhuojin helped Princess Yan Qinglan put on an outer robe, personally put on her socks, and then led her to dinner.

As time passed, Princess Yan Qinglan’s attention was diverted, but whenever she was alone, the thoughts would return.

That night, after washing up and lying down, Princess Yan Qinglan found herself thinking about it again.

“Sister, here’s today’s medicine.” Wen Zhuojin’s voice sounded as she poured a pill from a jade bottle into Princess Yan Qinglan’s hand.

“Sister, can I take a look today? Have you been using it properly? I’m a bit worried.” Wen Zhuojin said softly, her expression serious.

Princess Yan Qinglan knew Wen Zhuojin’s little tricks.

When this little rascal wasn’t focused on serious matters, her mind was full of naughty thoughts, and she was quite lustful.

During their time at the estate, they had been inseparable.

Even with her injury, Wen Zhuojin couldn’t rest her desires.

She had been asking to watch Princess Yan Qinglan take her medicine for days.

Princess Yan Qinglan, feeling too embarrassed, had refused each time.

Now, looking into Wen Zhuojin’s eager eyes, she couldn’t help but think that the only difference between her and others was that she was the closest to Wen Zhuojin.

But if Wen Zhuojin had such intentions, she could easily do the same with someone else.

“No. A’Zhuo, you should step out for a moment.” Princess Yan Qinglan still refused.

Wen Zhuojin puffed out her cheeks but didn’t press further, leaving the room.

Once outside, Wen Zhuojin looked at her hand and sighed at the sky before applying more medicine.

The wound on her hand had scabbed over and no longer hurt, but it looked even more gruesome.

Using such a hand to touch Princess Yan Qinglan’s most delicate areas would be too rough.

Once the scab fell off, it should be fine.

After waiting outside for a while, Wen Zhuojin returned to find Princess Yan Qinglan already tucked under the covers, lying obediently with her eyes closed.

Wen Zhuojin leaned over, hugged her, and kissed her earlobe.

Princess Yan Qinglan wasn’t in the mood, but the unfounded speculations in her mind made her feel irritable. As Wen Zhuojin kissed her sensitive spots, she was quickly drawn into familiar territory.

True to form, Wen Zhuojin held her feet and caressed them for a while.

The experience was even more suffocating and stimulating than before.

The next day, when Princess Yan Qinglan woke up, she still felt as if her feet were being held in someone’s hands, with rough fingers tracing over them.

After Wen Zhuojin left, Princess Yan Qinglan gathered her thoughts and summoned the embroidered guards to handle the day’s affairs.

Thinking of Wen Zhuojin at the nearby estate, Princess Yan Qinglan decided to visit and see the situation for herself.

At that moment, Wen Zhuojin was at the estate, checking on the condition of the Cui family’s young master. She administered incense according to his current state.

For the暴躁的崔公子 (the irritable young master Cui), Wen Zhuojin continued to use forceful methods, keeping him tied up.

When it came to Lady Yingshu and her daughter, however, Wen Zhuojin’s attitude changed completely.

When Wen Zhuojin arrived, Yan Qinyu hadn’t yet experienced an episode of addiction. She was sitting in a pavilion with Lady Yingshu, chatting.

Wen Zhuojin went to the pavilion to inquire about her condition.

“Lady Ye, the incense you burned smells similar to your scent, but not as pleasant. What kind of incense do you use? Can I use it too?” After Wen Zhuojin asked a few questions, Yan Qinyu whispered.

Hearing this, Wen Zhuojin was slightly astonished.

The incense she had given them to alleviate their addiction was indeed a blend of scents similar to her own.

In fact, it was a combination of various fragrances she usually used, mixed in proportions to create a scent very close to her own, though with some differences.

She hadn’t expected Yan Qinyu to notice.

The girl’s sense of smell was quite sharp. If she were to study incense, she would likely learn quickly.