Mistakenly Treated The Princess As A Concubine - Chapter 98

As the sky gradually darkened, Yan Qinglan did not ask the maid to light the lamps. Instead, she sat alone in the inner chamber, lost in thought.

Yan Qinglan felt that she had already been thoroughly disappointed by Yan Qi and would no longer be swayed by his emotions. However, the transition from maintaining a superficial peace through acting to openly revealing her true feelings had still affected her somewhat.

It was as if a dirty, lingering stain had appeared in her heart, impossible to clean no matter how hard she tried.

The Northern Army was large in number and had to move discreetly, which slowed their progress significantly.

Wen Zhuojin had almost given all her available silver to Yan Qinglan, but it was still insufficient to fully support the Northern Army.

Jiangxiao had hidden the silver from Tianxuan Palace somewhere, and it was unclear how many hidden agents Jiangxiao still had in Yunjing City, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

These questions swirled in Yan Qinglan’s mind, causing her head to ache after days of poor rest.

The residual poison in her body had been stirred up by the divine incense she had inhaled in the palace, and the discomfort had accumulated, like a festering wound being reopened, bringing with it a prolonged and tormenting pain.

Her vision was blurry, and the haze in front of her eyes heightened her physical sensations.

This feeling was all too familiar, as if she had returned to the state she was in several months ago.

But back then, Wen Zhuojin had been by her side.

Now, she was alone.

Yan Qinglan missed Wen Zhuojin.

The person she had been suppressing her longing for these past few days now flooded her thoughts, and her emotions surged like a tidal wave.

Yan Qinglan had never missed someone so much before—missed her warmth, her scent, her touch, her voice…

She knew that Wen Zhuojin had already left the palace and returned to Lanyuan, accompanied by people arranged by Yan Qi.

Would Wen Zhuojin have a chance to meet the embroidered envoys she had arranged? Would she come to the house on Wu Jiu Lane?

Yan Qinglan had left the palace later than Wen Zhuojin and had been waiting at the house on Wu Jiu Lane for a while, but there was still no sign of her.

Yan Qinglan’s mood sank further.

The sound of the door curtain being lifted snapped Yan Qinglan out of her thoughts.

“Leave. Don’t light the lamps. I don’t need dinner yet. Wait until I call…” Yan Qinglan said, but then she caught a glimpse of a crimson hem. Immediately after, the breeze stirred by the movement of clothing brushed against her cheek. When she looked up, she saw a familiar face.

In the dim light, the face was somewhat blurred, but the eyes shone like stars.

Warm fingers cupped her chin and lifted it, while a thumb brushed across her cheek.

“Sister, what are you doing alone? Are you crying because you miss me? How pitiful…” A soft voice filled with obvious affection and pity reached Yan Qinglan’s ears.

“No…” Yan Qinglan didn’t know why her strange eyes were shedding tears now, but all her negative emotions vanished the moment she saw the person before her.

“Ah Zhuo, you…” Yan Qinglan called out to Wen Zhuojin, feeling a hand wrap around her waist. Her body was turned, and she was pulled into an embrace. Warm breath brushed against the nape of her neck.

“Sister, you may not have, but I have. I’ve missed you so much that I’ve been crying every day.” Wen Zhuojin said, her voice soft and filled with unmistakable emotion. The last few words even carried a hint of a sob.

Yan Qinglan knew that Wen Zhuojin had been staying with Empress Dowager Li these past few days, away from the potential intrigues of the palace and away from Yan Qi.

But for Wen Zhuojin, it might still have been a torturous experience, and she might have suffered grievances that Yan Qinglan was unaware of.

Yan Qinglan’s heart softened, and she reached out to touch Wen Zhuojin’s face, but her hand was caught by Wen Zhuojin.

“Sister, kiss me, and I’ll stop crying.” Wen Zhuojin whispered, her tone both commanding and coquettish.

Yan Qinglan obediently leaned in to kiss Wen Zhuojin.

Intimate contact was easier than words to convey longing and emotion.

Wen Zhuojin felt the cool, soft lips press against hers, and her lips parted without resistance. A tender tongue gently probed forward, meeting Wen Zhuojin’s and intertwining with it.

Yan Qinglan did not speak of her longing, but Wen Zhuojin could feel it in this active and obedient kiss. For a moment, it felt as if her chest was filled with something indescribable.

The entangled lips grew softer and warmer, unwilling to part even for a moment.

After a while, Wen Zhuojin’s hand gripped Yan Qinglan’s waist, and the sash of her robe was undone.

Memories of their past intimacy resurfaced, and Yan Qinglan let out a soft gasp. Her hands instinctively grasped Wen Zhuojin’s shoulders, offering no resistance, even leaning into the embrace.

Wen Zhuojin suddenly released Yan Qinglan, and in the dim light, she saw Yan Qinglan’s dazed expression, her brows furrowed in dissatisfaction.

“Sister, we haven’t eaten yet, nor have we bathed. Be good, we’ll continue later.” Wen Zhuojin said with a low laugh, her tone coaxing. She planted a few small kisses on Yan Qinglan’s lips.

Yan Qinglan felt that none of that mattered anymore, but Wen Zhuojin had already picked her up and straightened her clothes.

Wen Zhuojin called for the maid to bring in dinner and prepare hot water for the bath.

Wen Zhuojin did not let go of Yan Qinglan, and the two of them ate dinner while embracing.

“Have you been taking your medicine on time every day?”

“What about the acupuncture?”

“Have you been eating properly?”

After dinner, Wen Zhuojin asked Yan Qinglan about the past few days. Yan Qinglan felt a bit awkward, but seeing how seriously Wen Zhuojin was asking, she answered each question.

“Sister, are you sure? You look much thinner, and your complexion isn’t great. I’ll ask Dr. Mo and Bai Tan about it. If it’s not as you say, I’ll have to punish you.” Wen Zhuojin said after listening, feeling that Yan Qinglan had been quite obedient these past few days, but the person in her arms now was noticeably different from before they had parted.

“…If you don’t believe me, why ask?” Yan Qinglan paused, feeling inexplicably guilty.

When she was outside the palace, she had been running around constantly, with little time to rest. She had only taken the convenient pills, neglecting the other treatments.

After returning to the palace, she had even less time.

“Sister, I arranged a safe route for you, but you didn’t listen. Manager Lin told me that you forced him to change the route and return to Yunjing City. What if something unexpected happens here? Jiangxiao’s forces are still active. What then?” Wen Zhuojin cupped Yan Qinglan’s face and said.

Although she was thrilled that Yan Qinglan had returned to Yunjing City, the situation itself was dangerous for Yan Qinglan, and Wen Zhuojin wanted to make that clear.

“I want to be with Ah Zhuo. Even if we can’t be together, I want to be close to you.” Yan Qinglan said softly, feeling that Wen Zhuojin was being a bit nagging. She tilted her head up to kiss Wen Zhuojin, not wanting to hear any more.

As Yan Qinglan took the initiative to kiss her, Wen Zhuojin lost the desire to ask any more questions.

But after kissing for a while, Wen Zhuojin couldn’t hold back any longer. She carried Yan Qinglan, who had been kissed into a soft, pliant state, into the bathing chamber.

The water in the large tub was steaming.

Wen Zhuojin first undressed Yan Qinglan and helped her into the tub, then quickly removed her own clothes and stepped in.

Yan Qinglan’s body was so soft that she kept sliding down, and Wen Zhuojin had to hold her up.

Her legs were parted, and Yan Qinglan straddled Wen Zhuojin’s waist. If Wen Zhuojin didn’t support her, Yan Qinglan would slide down.

Wen Zhuojin lifted her up, then let go.

Yan Qinglan’s eyes gradually turned red.

Desire was rising, but it was not being satisfied.

“Ah Zhuo!” Yan Qinglan called out in a low voice, her tone soft and pleading, with a hint of a sob, like a kitten whose food had been taken away.

“Sister, do you want it?” Wen Zhuojin had a mischievous thought and wanted to tease the soft, pliant kitten.

“Ah Zhuo…” Yan Qinglan continued to call out, her voice trembling at the end, her eyes filled with mist that overflowed and slid down her cheeks.

Wen Zhuojin’s heart melted at the sight, and she didn’t dare to tease any further. She reached out to comfort Yan Qinglan.

“Sister, my fingers have healed quite a bit these past few days. Can you feel it?” Wen Zhuojin whispered.

Yan Qinglan didn’t respond, biting Wen Zhuojin’s shoulder and arching her back to press closer.

The soft flesh clung to her fingers like vines, wrapping around them inch by inch.

“Sister, is it enough?” Wen Zhuojin asked.

Yan Qinglan let out a low moan, and Wen Zhuojin took that as a sign to add another finger.

“Enough!” Yan Qinglan finally realized what Wen Zhuojin was asking.

“Not enough, there’s still room.” Wen Zhuojin said, her hot breath brushing against Yan Qinglan’s cheek.

“Wen Zhuojin!” Yan Qinglan called out her full name, trying to sound stern, but her voice was so soft and sweet that it was impossible to sound serious.

“Good sister, don’t tense up so much. Relax…” Wen Zhuojin coaxed, still adding more.

“Ah Zhuo, ah…” Yan Qinglan’s eyelashes fluttered, tears falling from them as low moans escaped her throat uncontrollably.

The sound was so sweet and soft that it made one’s bones feel weak. Wen Zhuojin’s eyes reddened, and her expression became more intense than usual, her movements growing stronger.

The water in the tub sloshed out in waves.

After their long separation, Wen Zhuojin used her well-rested fingers to thoroughly tease her beloved sister.

Yan Qinglan had never imagined that Wen Zhuojin’s fingers could be so long.

It felt as if they were pressing deep into her soul.

Some hidden switch had been triggered, and once her body was thrown into the air, it never came back down.

This was completely different from last time.

All the worries and lingering stains in her mind were gone, completely cleansed.

Only the most intense emotions remained.

A level of pleasure she had never experienced before.

When she was wrapped in a soft blanket and her hair was being dried, Yan Qinglan’s eyes were still unfocused.

Wen Zhuojin leaned in close to Yan Qinglan, examining her carefully.

“Sister, are you still here? Has your soul left your body?” Wen Zhuojin whispered.

Yan Qinglan’s eyes slowly focused.

The person above her had damp hair, slightly flushed cheeks, and eyes that sparkled like precious agate, looking utterly innocent.

“Ah Zhuo, I…” Yan Qinglan spoke, only to realize that her voice was hoarse. She didn’t know how she had completely abandoned her sense of shame and used her voice so freely earlier.

Before Yan Qinglan could continue, warm water was brought to her lips.

Yan Qinglan drank a few sips from Wen Zhuojin’s hand, soothing her dry throat.

“Sister, you were amazing, so brave, so accommodating…” Wen Zhuojin said after taking the bowl away, her cheek rubbing against Yan Qinglan’s.

Yan Qinglan felt that Wen Zhuojin’s words were somewhat inappropriate, but the person in front of her looked completely serious.

Wen Zhuojin carefully dried Yan Qinglan’s hair, using more than ten dry towels before it was completely dry.

The two of them sat quietly for a while. As Wen Zhuojin dried her own hair, Yan Qinglan remembered something.

“Ah Zhuo, haven’t you…?” Yan Qinglan asked, unsure how to phrase the rest of the question.

“Sister, are you going to help me?” Wen Zhuojin asked with a smile, leaning in close.

“How can I help you? I… I’m too weak now…” Yan Qinglan said, feeling her body completely drained of strength. Her arms could barely lift, and her waist and legs were sore and limp.

“Sister, I’ll apply the medicine for you, and you just let me kiss you as much as I want.” Wen Zhuojin whispered.

“…” Yan Qinglan hadn’t expected Wen Zhuojin to still be fixated on this.

Last time, Wen Zhuojin had only watched her apply the medicine, but now she wanted to do it herself.

However, after their previous intimacy, having Wen Zhuojin apply the medicine for her wasn’t as difficult to accept as before.

She just didn’t understand why this would satisfy Wen Zhuojin.

After a moment’s hesitation, Yan Qinglan nodded.

Seeing Yan Qinglan nod, Wen Zhuojin pounced on her and kissed her.

“Sister, you’re so good, wuwuwu…” Wen Zhuojin said.

Perhaps it was due to individual differences, but Wen Zhuojin felt joy simply from “serving” Yan Qinglan.

Wen Zhuojin didn’t dawdle. She washed her hands again, then returned and found Yan Qinglan’s medicine.

Yan Qinglan was still undressed, wrapped only in the soft blanket. Wen Zhuojin lifted a corner of the blanket and reached in.

The center of Yan Qinglan’s body, having just experienced passion, was extremely soft and warm.

Wen Zhuojin parted her and inserted the medicine.

Yan Qinglan’s body trembled slightly, and she tried to pull Wen Zhuojin’s head up, but her hips were pinned by Wen Zhuojin, leaving her unable to move.

In the tub, it had been dark, but now the room was lit by candles, and Wen Zhuojin was looking so closely. Yan Qinglan felt extremely embarrassed.

“Ah Zhuo…” Yan Qinglan began to speak but was interrupted by a low moan.

The medicine was inserted, then crushed and ground…

Wen Zhuojin felt as though she wasn’t crushing medicine but something much more tender…