Transmigrated as a Cannon Fodder Wife A in Ancient Times - Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Several maids hurried, carrying lanterns, and ran to Wei Lan’s courtyard.

Wei Lan slept early that night. Only two maids remained on duty in the courtyard. Seeing people approach Fuqu Pavilion, the drowsy maids instantly woke up.

Soon, the maids entered Wei Lan’s courtyard. The lead maid said, “Which room is the lord in? The lady says the lord must come immediately.”

A maid from Wei Lan’s courtyard pointed to a room. “That one, but the lord is already asleep.”

“No time for that. The lady is urgent,” a maid from Lu Zijin’s courtyard said, rushing to Wei Lan’s door and knocking.

“Lord, Lord, wake up. The lady calls for you now,” the maid said.

The maid’s voice reached Wei Lan through the door. Wei Lan took deep breaths, reminding herself she relied on others’ generosity, and got up to open the door.

She hadn’t even put on her outer dress. She opened the door and asked, “What’s going on? Didn’t I already go once today? Why call me again?”

Wei Lan’s tone was not pleasant. The maid, trying to soothe her, said, “The lady suddenly felt unwell again, so she urgently needs the lord.”

By then, Li Mammy and Zhao Mammy had risen. Li Zhufeng, still tying her belt, and Zhao Linghui learned the situation from a young maid. They exchanged glances and rushed to Wei Lan.

“Lord, let this old servant help you dress. We must hurry. Don’t keep the lady waiting,” Li Mammy said, smiling eagerly at Wei Lan.

“Yes, Lord. The lady rarely calls for you. You must care for her well,” Zhao Linghui urged.

Thus, Wei Lan, who wanted to sleep and not go, was quickly dressed by the two mammies.

Seeing Wei Lan’s reluctance, Li Mammy advised, “Lord, go quickly. Don’t make the lady wait too long.”

Wei Lan sighed. What else could she do? She had to go. She needed this comfortable life.

She looked at the maids sent by Lu Zijin and said listlessly, “Let’s go.”

“Thank you, Lord, for your understanding,” the lead maid said quickly.

Four maids with lanterns lit the way ahead, two followed behind, and the group moved swiftly.

Wei Lan didn’t want to hurry, but the maids walked so fast she had to match their pace.

Meanwhile, Lu Zijin’s courtyard contrasted sharply with Wei Lan’s dark one. Jingchen Courtyard blazed with lights, bright as day. Maids and servants, aware of Lu Zijin’s discomfort, waited outside for orders from the senior maids.

In the bedroom, Deng Jin had just checked Lu Zijin’s pulse. She frowned slightly, bowed to Lu Zijin, and said, “Miss, during the rain dew period, avoid overexertion to protect your health. Rest more these days and eat nourishing foods.”

“Ginseng chicken soup simmers in the small kitchen. Shall I bring some for you to drink?” Yun Xiang, standing nearby, said eagerly. Her eyes darted, and she added, “The ginseng was sent by the young cousin, worried for your health. It’s century-old ginseng.”

Yun Xiang spoke, but no one responded. She pretended she hadn’t said anything.

Lu Zijin, eyes half-closed, asked, “Can my condition be treated with medicine?”

Deng Jin replied quickly, “No, Miss. You’ve taken too many pheromone-suppressing pills. You mustn’t take more during the rain dew period. The best solution is for the lord to relieve you.”

When Deng Jin mentioned the lord, Lu Zijin’s brow twitched faintly. Relying on a Qianyuan’s pheromones was troublesome.

At that moment, Wei Lan arrived at Jingchen Courtyard. Qing Zhi quickly led her to Lu Zijin’s bedroom.

A faint sandalwood scent filled the room, emanating from Lu Zijin.

Wei Lan glanced around and saw the bed curtains still drawn. Lu Zijin likely lay inside.

She looked toward the curtains and asked, “What’s the matter?”

“Yes,” Lu Zijin said, swallowing instinctively at Wei Lan’s voice, recalling the cool taste from earlier.

Suppressing her rising heat, she ordered, “Everyone, leave. I need to speak with the lord.”

“Yes,” the maids and doctor replied, exiting immediately. Yun Xiang rolled her eyes subtly at Wei Lan.

After the last maid left, the bedroom door closed from outside.

“Come here,” Lu Zijin said, propping herself up and shifting to the bed’s inner side. She lay on her side, one hand supporting her cheek, watching the figure outside.

Wei Lan walked over, about to lift the curtain, then remembered Lu Zijin’s rules against wearing outer clothes on her bed.

As someone reliant on this comfortable life, Wei Lan dutifully removed her outer dress, hung it on a rack, and slowly approached the bed. She reluctantly lifted the curtain, fearing another bite since her neck hadn’t healed.

Seeing the curtain lifted, Lu Zijin knew Wei Lan had arrived. Her lips curved slightly but quickly returned to a cold expression.

Lu Zijin looked up at Wei Lan, who wore a bitter expression, clearly unwilling.

Lu Zijin’s face grew cold. As Panyang City’s most talented and beautiful Kunze, sharing a bed for pheromone exchange was a privilege, yet Wei Lan dared look displeased, as if forced.

“What? You seem very dissatisfied?” Lu Zijin’s clear, cold voice reached Wei Lan’s ears.

“Of course. Don’t you see the time? I was asleep, and you sent people to wake me, making me walk so far to your courtyard at night,” Wei Lan said truthfully.

Meeting Lu Zijin’s gaze, Wei Lan felt something off in her eyes and decided to stay quiet.

“Lie down,” Lu Zijin said, her voice even colder.

“Fine, I’ll lie down. It’s not like I haven’t before,” Wei Lan muttered with little confidence, removing her shoes and lying down obediently as she did earlier.

Seeing her comply, Lu Zijin straddled her waist and leaned close.

Her gaze deepened. She pinched Wei Lan’s chin, making her look at her. “Be good. Turn your face.”

Lu Zijin adjusted Wei Lan’s chin, tilting her face to one side.

Her eyes fell on Wei Lan’s bonding mark, still red and swollen from her earlier bites, not yet faded. Her lips curved, her gaze darkening.

Lu Zijin leaned in, biting the mark again. She felt Wei Lan stiffen beneath her. Her left hand caressed Wei Lan’s cheek to relax her.

Already unhappy about being bitten, Wei Lan grew more displeased as Lu Zijin’s hand roamed her face. Thinking of her comfortable life, she gritted her teeth and endured. It was just a touch—she could handle it!

Lu Zijin soon drew a large amount of fresh snow scent from Wei Lan. Perhaps because she took much earlier, Wei Lan’s pheromones felt less abundant now.

Still, Lu Zijin absorbed eagerly. Wei Lan lay pitifully, letting Lu Zijin hold and draw from her. After a while, Lu Zijin seemed satisfied and pulled back slightly.

She looked at Wei Lan, displeased by her wooden lack of response. Mischievously, Lu Zijin pinched Wei Lan’s chin again, deliberately rubbing her lips with her thumb.

Wei Lan frowned, looking at the person atop her. “Are you done?”

Seeing Wei Lan dare to be angry but not speak, Lu Zijin smiled faintly. “Come, like before, bite me.”

Lu Zijin brushed her dark hair from her right neck, exposing her bonding mark.