Transmigrated as a Cannon Fodder Wife A in Ancient Times - Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Lu Zijin caught her breath a few times, and her breathing calmed down. She called out to the outside, “Prepare another bowl of bird’s nest.”

“Yes,” a maid outside immediately went to prepare it.

Lu Zijin looked at Wei Lan with slightly deeper eyes. She reached out, pinched Wei Lan’s chin, and gently rubbed her thumb over Wei Lan’s lips, “You’re quite good at acting spoiled. I didn’t notice it before. Is it because you’re still sick?”

“Ugh, I feel bad,” Wei Lan mumbled softly.

Lu Zijin rarely softened her voice, “Be good, eat the bird’s nest and take the medicine later, and you’ll feel better soon.”

“Mm,” Wei Lan responded pitifully, looking extremely obedient.

When the maids brought the bird’s nest, Lu Zijin reached out and gently touched Wei Lan’s cheek, saying softly, “Get up and eat something, be good.”

Wei Lan had no strength, and her head felt dizzy. She found Lu Zijin’s touch comforting and instinctively nuzzled closer to Lu Zijin’s palm.

Lu Zijin’s smile widened, “Be good, I’ll help you up, no more acting spoiled.”

Her tone was gentle as she reached out to support Wei Lan, who sat up dizzily.

Lu Zijin lifted the bed curtains and looked at the maid standing by the bed, “Give it to me.”

The maid quickly handed the bowl to Lu Zijin. Lu Zijin took the bowl, turned back to Wei Lan, and saw she was still dazed. Having just drawn her trust incense, Lu Zijin finally felt a pang of conscience and asked, “Can you hold it and eat, or do I need to feed you?”

“I can,” Wei Lan obediently replied, took the bowl from Lu Zijin’s hand, and finished the small bowl of bird’s nest in a few bites.

Seeing she had finished, Lu Zijin took the bowl from Wei Rú

System: Wei Lan’s hand, wiped Wei Lan’s mouth with her own handkerchief, and handed the bowl to the maid outside.

“You lie down for a bit, the medicine should be ready soon. I’ll call you to take it,” Lu Zijin helped Wei Lan lie back down to rest.

She lay on her side, watching Wei Lan. Lu Zijin had regained her strength by now. She looked at Wei Lan, thinking she would have to deal with her after marriage, but she hadn’t expected the lord she married to be so obedient, saving her a lot of trouble.

Lu Zijin’s eyes curved slightly. She reached out and touched Wei Lan’s cheek, noting that Wei Lan’s skin was fair and soft, feeling quite pleasant to touch.

Wei Lan, still dizzy, accepted the touch obediently and even nuzzled her face closer instinctively.

Lu Zijin’s smile deepened, and she pinched Wei Lan’s cheek gently.

Soon, Qing Zhi brought Wei Lan’s fever medicine.

“Miss, the lord’s medicine is ready,” Qing Zhi stood by the bed with a tray, reminding her.

Lu Zijin lightly patted Wei Lan’s cheek, saying, “Get up to take the medicine before sleeping, be good.”

“Ugh, so sleepy,” Wei Lan struggled to open her eyes, sat up dizzily, and propped herself up.

Lu Zijin reached out, took the medicine bowl from Qing Zhi, and brought it closer to Wei Lan.

Wei Lan wrinkled her nose, “What’s that? I don’t want to drink it.”

Having transmigrated from the modern world, she disliked Chinese medicine. Just the smell made her feel unwell.

Lu Zijin patiently moved the bowl closer, “I’ll feed you, be good. Don’t you want next month’s fifty taels of silver?”

Hearing this, despite her dizziness, Wei Lan replied, “I want it.”

“If you want it, drink the medicine. Be good, and you’ll get the silver next month, alright?” Lu Zijin blew on the medicine, finding it bitter herself, and told Qing Zhi, “Get some candied fruit. This medicine is too bitter; the lord might not be used to it.”

Qing Zhi paused briefly, bowed, and said, “Yes.”

Soon, she returned with a wooden tray holding a small dish of candied fruit and stood respectfully by the bed.

Lu Zijin blew on the medicine, scooped a spoonful, and brought it to Wei Lan’s lips. Rarely patient with a lord, she said softly, “Be good, open your mouth.”

Thinking of next month’s easy money, Wei Lan, despite disliking the taste, opened her mouth with a bitter face, making Lu Zijin laugh.

“I’m just asking you to drink medicine, not do something else. Look at that face,” Lu Zijin said, moving the spoon closer to Wei Lan’s lips.

Wei Lan opened her mouth with a bitter face, took a sip, and grimaced, “So bitter.”

“Be good, I’ll add more silver. One sip of medicine, ten extra taels,” Lu Zijin, seeing her reluctance, lured her with silver.

Hearing this, Wei Lan reluctantly continued drinking, and soon the bowl was empty.

Lu Zijin scooped the last spoonful, saying softly, “Be good, one last sip, and you can sleep.”

Wei Lan nearly cried from the bitterness but gritted her teeth and finished the last sip, shivering from the taste.

Lu Zijin quickly said, “Get a cup of water.”

“Yes,” a maid standing nearby hurriedly brought a cup of water.

Lu Zijin took the water, brought it to Wei Lan’s lips, and, seeing her try to dodge, said patiently, “It’s water. A few sips, and it won’t be bitter.”

Wei Lan drank the water, and Lu Zijin handed the cup out, then picked a candied fruit from Qing Zhi’s dish and fed it to Wei Lan’s lips.

“Eat this, it’s sweet,” Lu Zijin coaxed patiently.

Wei Lan lightly licked it, found it sweet, and ate it.

Lu Zijin watched her small actions, her eyes curving with a smile.

After eating the candied fruit, Wei Lan lay down dizzily, her head spinning, forgetting Lu Zijin’s rule about not sleeping in her bed.

Lu Zijin frowned slightly, opened her mouth to say something, but seeing Wei Lan’s soft, weak state, she didn’t mention moving to the next room.

Though she didn’t speak, Yun Xiang came in, bowed toward the bed, and said, “Miss, the next room is ready. Shall I have someone take the lord there?”

Thinking herself clever, Yun Xiang assumed Lu Zijin would agree, knowing Lu Zijin disliked others touching her things or sleeping with her since childhood.

But then, Yun Xiang heard Lu Zijin’s voice.

“No need, let her sleep here,” Lu Zijin looked at the harmless Wei Lan and said.

Yun Xiang opened her mouth to say more but bit her tongue. She had defied the miss a few times recently, and though the miss didn’t show it, she was displeased. For the sake of the young master’s orders, Yun Xiang couldn’t afford to anger the miss further, as she needed to stay close to gather information.

“Yes, I’ll leave then,” Yun Xiang said respectfully.

“Mm, all of you go,” Lu Zijin lay down and casually instructed.

Qing Zhi’s eyes flickered slightly. She signaled the maids to leave, went out last, and closed the bedroom door.

Qing Zhi had considered whether to tell the miss about Cao Qiushuang’s clash with the lord. Seeing the miss’s attitude toward the lord now, Qing Zhi felt it necessary to mention it.

Their miss seemed gentle and easygoing, but she never changed her mind once decided. Letting the lord sleep in her bed was already an exception. Perhaps the miss would make more exceptions for the lord in the future, and Wei Lan might secure her position as lord. Speaking up for Wei Lan now could stabilize Qing Zhi’s own standing in the Lu Mansion later.

In the bedroom, Lu Zijin lay down and glanced at Wei Lan. She had never shared a bed before and felt uneasy, but seeing Wei Lan sleep so soundly, Lu Zijin closed her eyes.

The bed curtains blocked some of the outside light, and Wei Lan’s fresh snow-like scent wafted occasionally, comforting Lu Zijin. Her furrowed brow relaxed, and in her sleep, she unknowingly nestled into Wei Lan’s arms.