Mistakenly Treated The Princess As A Concubine - Chapter 91

The rain continued to pour heavily, tapping against the window frames with a rhythmic sound. A chill seeped into the room.

Yan Qinglan’s fingers were kissed one by one by Wen Zhuojin, as if her very soul was being tenderly caressed inch by inch. Warmth flowed from her fingertips, gradually permeating her entire being.

“Sister, do you still have reservations? Do you not like Ah Zhuo? Or perhaps you don’t like me enough, worried that I might feel uncomfortable or even repulsed…” Wen Zhuojin whispered, her words cut off as Yan Qinglan pressed a finger to her lips.

“Ah Zhuo, it’s not that. This matter is of great importance. Have you truly thought it through? There’s no turning back, only one chance. If, during the inspection, it’s discovered and reported to the Emperor, and he directs his anger at you, it won’t end well for you.” Yan Qinglan murmured softly.

“Sister, my first time can only be with you. Who else could it be? Unless… unless you want me to truly be with that despicable Emperor? Would you be willing? It’s better if he doesn’t like me. If he takes a fancy to me and I enter the palace, I might never return. What would happen then? Ah, if you’re unwilling, then forget it.” Wen Zhuojin said, her voice growing increasingly despondent.

“No, that’s not it…” Yan Qinglan quickly replied.

Hearing Wen Zhuojin’s words, Yan Qinglan’s heart stirred, her emotions rising in tandem.

Yan Qinglan couldn’t bear the thought of anyone else laying eyes on her Ah Zhuo.

“Then kiss me, help me take off my clothes…” Wen Zhuojin said, like a child seeking comfort after being wronged.

Although Wen Zhuojin had often joked about what she would do once her hands healed, Yan Qinglan could sense that she still harbored some resistance.

Perhaps in this regard, Yan Qinglan was still slow to warm up. Even after becoming familiar with kissing, it took some time before she accepted the intimacy. Only after growing accustomed to it did she begin to show signs of enjoyment and arousal.

But if things went further, she would feel fear and resistance.

After all, she had never been fond of women before. Even when Jiang Xiao had tried to force herself on her, Yan Qinglan had never yielded.

It might have left her with some lingering trauma.

So, taking advantage of the upcoming selection for the palace, perhaps it was time to fully reveal herself to her beautiful sister.

By setting an example herself, Yan Qinglan might come to accept it more quickly.

As Wen Zhuojin’s words fell, Yan Qinglan leaned in to kiss her damp, rain-kissed lips, trying to soothe Wen Zhuojin’s emotions.

A small smile curved Wen Zhuojin’s lips. She knew her beautiful sister cared for her.

The curtains were drawn, and Wen Zhuojin’s wet clothes were tossed aside one by one, followed by Yan Qinglan’s own garments.

Pale and warm white bodies entwined like serpents.

Perhaps because Wen Zhuojin had come to understand Yan Qinglan’s sensitive spots so well, after just a few breaths of entanglement, Yan Qinglan felt her entire body go soft, her strength sapped, her breathing heavy.

The temperature of their skin rose, quickly dispelling the coolness brought by the rain.

Wen Zhuojin hadn’t forgotten her purpose, but seeing Yan Qinglan’s state—her hand weakly resting on her waist, her body melting into the bedding like water—she couldn’t help but find it amusing.

Her beautiful sister was too delicate, too soft, the perfect one to be served. Expecting her to take the initiative was likely a lost cause.

Wen Zhuojin’s hand covered Yan Qinglan’s, guiding her to her own territory.

A low, drawn-out moan escaped, and Yan Qinglan caught a faint whiff of bl00d. Only then did she realize what had happened. Focusing her gaze on Wen Zhuojin, she saw her brows furrowed, her arms giving out as she collapsed, her head resting in the crook of Yan Qinglan’s neck as she gasped for breath.

“Ah Zhuo!” Yan Qinglan’s heart ached, unsure of what to do. She could only hold Wen Zhuojin tightly, planting gentle kisses on her.

“Sister, from now on, I am yours. You must remember me, even if we can never meet again. You mustn’t forget me…” Wen Zhuojin whispered in Yan Qinglan’s ear, as if this were their final moment together.

“I won’t, I won’t!” Yan Qinglan’s heart ached even more at these words.

But with Wen Zhuojin leading the way, both of them were struggling, as if stuck in some limbo.

Yan Qinglan heard Wen Zhuojin’s low, panting moans and knew she was in discomfort, but she didn’t know how to help her.

“Ah Zhuo, I… I can’t…” Yan Qinglan murmured, tears welling in her eyes.

“Sister, can I?” Wen Zhuojin gasped softly, kissing Yan Qinglan’s brow.

Yan Qinglan didn’t speak, only arched her back slightly to make it easier for Wen Zhuojin to move, responding with kisses.

The newly healed flesh on her fingers was exquisitely sensitive, each touch sending shivers through her.

Soft, pliant flesh wrapped around her fingertips, the warmth and softness palpable.

What had once been smooth sailing now felt like hitting a wall.

Wen Zhuojin had thought it was simply because Yan Qinglan was naturally tight, but with a bit more force, she caught the scent of bl00d again.

“Sister, did I hurt you?” Wen Zhuojin panted, stopping.

“No… it’s my first time. Ah Zhuo, don’t… stop…” Yan Qinglan pulled Wen Zhuojin back down.

Hearing Yan Qinglan’s words, Wen Zhuojin was stunned. Her first time?!

Wen Zhuojin had many questions, but now was not the time to dwell on them.

Yan Qinglan had completely opened herself to Wen Zhuojin, who now saw her as an enchanting siren, every inch of her skin radiating allure.

Outside, the rain grew more urgent, thunder rumbling and drowning out all other sounds. It was impossible to tell how much time had passed before it finally subsided.

The wind died down, the rain ceased, leaving only a courtyard of battered summer flowers.

Wen Zhuojin felt as though she had just awakened from an incredible dream.

By the time the sky had fully darkened, Wen Zhuojin and Yan Qinglan finally came to a stop.

After washing up, they had the maid bring in dinner.

Yan Qinglan was completely drained. After her bath, her skin still carried a faint pink hue, with dark kiss marks on her collarbone and earlobes. The usual blush around her peach-blossom eyes was deeper than ever, her eyelids slightly swollen, her eyes still glistening with moisture, as if she had just been crying.

“So pitiful, sister. Be good, let me feed you. Open your mouth…” Wen Zhuojin held a bowl of porridge, feeding Yan Qinglan, though it seemed more like Wen Zhuojin was the one savoring the moment.

Her beautiful sister’s scent seemed even more intoxicating now, her soft, tender skin looking utterly delectable. Wen Zhuojin couldn’t help but want more…

Only now did Wen Zhuojin understand the meaning of “once you taste it, you can’t stop.”

Watching Yan Qinglan part her rosy, full lips to eat the porridge, Wen Zhuojin found it unbearably adorable, wanting to kiss her again.

But they had already done enough.

Her beautiful sister’s eyes were prone to tears, and the earlier stimulation had left them swollen from crying.

“Don’t think about it anymore!” Yan Qinglan said after finishing her meal, her voice slightly hoarse as she glanced at Wen Zhuojin’s lips, her eyelids twitching.

This little rascal couldn’t be indulged.

“Sister, you see how I’m holding back? Sister, don’t be angry.” Wen Zhuojin pleaded softly.

Hearing this, Yan Qinglan felt a pang of pity for Wen Zhuojin.

After all, there was a significant difference in their stamina and constitutions.

Wen Zhuojin was still full of energy, while Yan Qinglan was completely spent, not wanting to move a single finger.

Seeing Yan Qinglan’s softened expression, Wen Zhuojin moved closer and embraced her.

“I’m tired, I want to sleep.” Yan Qinglan murmured.

Wen Zhuojin immediately went to prepare the things Yan Qinglan needed to wash up, helping her clean her teeth and rinse her mouth.

Yan Qinglan was so exhausted that she fell asleep as soon as she lay down.

Wen Zhuojin stared at the sleeping figure for a long while before finally recalling what had happened earlier.

Yan Qinglan had said it was her first time. How could that be?!

When Wen Zhuojin had fallen for Yan Qinglan, she knew she had been married for many years and hadn’t cared whether she was a virgin.

Even when she learned that Yan Qinglan had been imprisoned by Jiang Xiao, Wen Zhuojin had assumed that Jiang Xiao might have violated her.

When Wen Zhuojin first brought Yan Qinglan back from the Fragrant Pavilion, Yan Qinglan had been very resistant to intimacy.

From then on, Wen Zhuojin had been extremely careful with her.

Never had she imagined that Yan Qinglan, like her, was a virgin.

Wen Zhuojin didn’t understand the reason, but she couldn’t help feeling a surge of joy.

Her beautiful sister had finally opened herself up to her. From now on, their relationship would be the closest, the most intimate, unmatched by anyone else!

After staring at Yan Qinglan for a while, Wen Zhuojin got up and left.

Though she was also tired, she didn’t go to sleep. Instead, she took the incense recipes and materials she had obtained from Xuanzhen and went to the manor’s incense workshop to study them.

Each incense recipe was like a medicinal prescription, with its own hierarchy of ingredients. With a specific recipe, she could make targeted adjustments to the incense formulas she had previously concocted through trial and error.

Wen Zhuojin stayed up the entire night.

By the next morning, before dawn had broken and while Yan Qinglan was still asleep, Wen Zhuojin emerged from the workshop.

Before coming to see Yan Qinglan the previous day, Wen Zhuojin had sent someone back to the capital to retrieve the earnings from several of her shops over the past few days.

Wen Zhuojin prepared all the silver for Yan Qinglan and also arranged for a carriage and escort.

“Manager Lin, take this group south. When you pass by the village you mentioned earlier, send someone to find a man named Qing Chenning…” Wen Zhuojin instructed Manager Lin carefully.

Manager Lin wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, but seeing Wen Zhuojin’s serious expression, he too became solemn.

“Madam’s orders are my orders. Do not neglect them. Also, wait until I leave before you depart. Protect Madam in the carriage at all costs.” Wen Zhuojin concluded.

Once everything was prepared, Wen Zhuojin went to the inner chamber to see Yan Qinglan.

Yan Qinglan was still asleep.

The previous day, Yan Qinglan had said she wouldn’t leave alone.

Wen Zhuojin was also afraid that if Yan Qinglan woke up, she wouldn’t be able to bear letting her go, causing further complications.

So she decided to send Yan Qinglan away while she was still asleep, cutting the knot quickly.

The sooner she left, the sooner she would reach safety.

The room was filled with calming incense, ensuring Yan Qinglan slept deeply.

Wen Zhuojin approached Yan Qinglan, embracing her and taking a deep breath at her neck. Before she could let go, her eyes reddened.

She truly couldn’t bear to part.

After holding her for a while, Wen Zhuojin steeled herself and let go, finding Yan Qinglan’s clothes and dressing her one piece at a time.

By the time she was fully dressed, Yan Qinglan still hadn’t woken.

Wen Zhuojin had arranged for the best escort team, along with a skilled female guard and her own maids, Zirong and Baitan, to accompany Yan Qinglan.

After giving them detailed instructions, Wen Zhuojin left first.

Wen Zhuojin rode out on horseback, while the carriage carried a decoy pretending to be Yan Qinglan.

This was to draw away the spies from the Tianxuan Palace, allowing Manager Lin and the others to escort Yan Qinglan to safety.

When the weather cleared, Wen Zhuojin took the decoy out on a boat on the lake. The decoy wore Yan Qinglan’s usual clothes and a veil, so no one noticed the switch.

By noon, Wen Zhuojin returned to the manor.

She decided to buy Yan Qinglan more time, delaying her own return to the capital for the selection.

When Yan Qinglan awoke to the jostling of the carriage, they were already twenty or thirty miles from the manor.

“Madam, you’re awake. Let me help you wash up.” a maid’s voice sounded.

Yan Qinglan was still disoriented, looking around but not seeing Wen Zhuojin.

“Where is your young lady? Where are we going?” Yan Qinglan asked, a sinking feeling in her heart.

“Madam, the young lady said we are to take you to the south first. She will join us later.” Baitan said softly.

“…” Yan Qinglan, despite her sore body, forced herself up and lifted the carriage curtain to look outside.

Several guards in embroidered uniforms followed the carriage, which gave Yan Qinglan some relief.

She hadn’t expected Wen Zhuojin to send her away so abruptly.