Transmigrated as a Cannon Fodder Wife A in Ancient Times - Chapter 15

Chapter 15

“What’s with you two? Why are you smiling?” Wei Lan asked, finding their behavior odd.

Li Zhufeng and Zhao Linghui exchanged a glance, then smiled and said, “Lord, the lady is in her rain dew period these days. If you’re free this afternoon, after waking, you could visit her. After all, she’s your wife.”

“Yes, Lord. A Kunze in her rain dew period needs her Qianyuan’s care. If you make an effort these days, the lady might grow inseparable from you,” Zhao Linghui urged.

“You’re overthinking. I’m almost done eating. Have someone prepare water. I want to bathe,” Wei Lan said, ignoring their words. Lu Zijin, inseparable from her? Wei Lan shivered at the thought. Her bonding mark was already swollen from yesterday’s bites. If Lu Zijin became attached, wouldn’t her neck be gnawed off?

She felt scared just thinking about it. She preferred focusing on her jade carving career. As for people like Lu Zijin, she’d stay as far away as possible.

Li Zhufeng and Zhao Linghui exchanged another glance, looking at Wei Lan as if she were a hopeless case. They went to arrange bathwater for her.

Wei Lan knew their intentions. They wanted her to vie for Lu Zijin’s favor to gain status in the Lu Mansion, benefiting them too.

But Wei Lan thought differently. She was simple, needing only food and freedom to carve jade. She didn’t care about anything else. Keeping distance from Lu Zijin was best.

Thinking of Lu Zijin, Wei Lan touched her bonding mark, wincing in pain. Was Lu Zijin a dog? Her bites really hurt!

Soon, the tub filled with water. Wei Lan shed her dirty clothes and soaked in the hot water.

She squinted comfortably, relaxing in the warmth.

After soaking, Wei Lan prepared to change into clean clothes and nap. But as she dried her hair, someone arrived outside.

A knock came. “Lord, the lady summons you,” the voice said, sounding like Qing Zhi.

Wei Lan touched her still-swollen bonding mark, dreading another bite, but replied, “Got it. I’ll get ready and go.”

She sighed, resigned, and began dressing. After, she sat before a bronze mirror, tied a simple bun, and secured it with a jade hairpin.

Finished, Wei Lan opened the door and stepped out.

Li Zhufeng saw Wei Lan without lip color, with only a plain hairpin, and hurried over. “Lord, did you forget lip color? This hairpin is too plain. Let this old servant help you dress up.”

“Yes, Lord. You’re seeing the lady. Wear something brighter,” Zhao Linghui added.

Wei Lan huffed, ignoring them, and said to Qing Zhi, “Let’s go.”

“Lord, sure you don’t want lip color?” Li Mammy called after her.

Wei Lan ignored her. She didn’t want to go, let alone wear makeup. She carved jade all morning and only wanted to sleep.

Qing Zhi led respectfully. Her thoughts wandered. Raised in the Lu Mansion, she found their lord unusually unambitious. Unless summoned, Wei Lan never sought the lady, except once—for monthly funds.

Besides money, Wei Lan never approached the lady, which was rare. But as a maid, Qing Zhi kept such thoughts private, never sharing them.

Wei Lan followed the maids silently, longing to sleep. They finally reached Jingchen Courtyard.

Qing Zhi knocked lightly on Lu Zijin’s door. Lu Zijin’s voice came from inside. “Let her in.”

“Yes,” Qing Zhi replied respectfully, then said to Wei Lan, “Lord, the lady invites you in.”

Qing Zhi opened the door, gesturing for Wei Lan to enter.

Wei Lan stepped inside. The room carried a sandalwood scent, and the bed curtains remained drawn.

She took a few steps and asked, “Is it like yesterday?”

“Yes, come lie down,” Lu Zijin said, her voice softer, noting Wei Lan’s tired tone. Had running to her twice yesterday exhausted her?

Wei Lan rubbed her eyes, removed her outer dress, and lifted the curtain. She looked at Lu Zijin, noticing her complexion was better than yesterday, quite rosy.

Seeing Wei Lan stare, Lu Zijin met her gaze. “What? Not coming up?”

“I’m coming,” Wei Lan said, her voice soft from exhaustion. She removed her shoes, climbed onto the bed, and lay down obediently.

The next moment, Lu Zijin straddled her waist and leaned close.

Seeing Wei Lan’s lack of energy, Lu Zijin pinched her chin and asked, “What’s wrong today? So listless? Didn’t sleep well yesterday?”

“No, I got up too early and I’m still sleepy. It’s fine. Bite me. When you’re done, I’ll go sleep,” Wei Lan said, knowing Lu Zijin disliked her and wouldn’t let her stay.

Lu Zijin leaned over Wei Lan, releasing her chin. Her fingertips brushed Wei Lan’s cheek, teasing her like a cat.

Wei Lan was sensible. Lu Zijin’s lips curved. She hadn’t expected her married Qianyuan to be so useful—soft-tempered, obedient, with pleasant pheromones, lacking the arrogance of other Qianyuan, and not hovering around her. She couldn’t be more pleased.

“Good. Turn your head,” Lu Zijin said, her gaze deepening as she looked at Wei Lan.

She saw Wei Lan’s still-swollen bonding mark, its redness stark against her fair neck.

Lu Zijin leaned in, biting gently, soon drawing the scent she liked.

Foreplay would make this more comfortable, but Wei Lan was just a tool to silence gossip. Lu Zijin couldn’t act intimately with her, nor did she want to.

This was Wei Lan’s third time being drained. She felt numb, hoping Lu Zijin would finish quickly so she could sleep. Eating this comfortable life was tough, requiring her to be on call and drained anytime.