Transmigrated as a Cannon Fodder Wife A in Ancient Times - Chapter 65

Chapter 65

Wei Lan wasn’t even in a hurry for lunch. She placed the few books, ‘The Analects’ and ‘Mencius’, on the table and opened one to start reading.

The album clearly wasn’t cheap; it looked hand-painted, with two beautiful female leads.

Wei Lan studied it carefully from the first page. At first, the album seemed harmless, but as she flipped further, the female leads wore less clothing. Toward the end, they were entwined, seemingly wrestling together.

Wei Lan was stunned. She read half the book in one go. The artist had skill, seamlessly switching between scenes and poses, even adding some storytelling.

Wei Lan was engrossed, but her nose itched. Drip, drip—several drops of bl00d fell onto the back of her hand pressing the book.

Wei Lan realized it wasn’t good. The weather had been hot, and she got too excited reading, causing a nosebleed.

She quickly closed the book, tilted her head back, and walked out. “Hurry, fetch a basin of cold water. I have a nosebleed,” she said.

“Alright,” the maids at the door replied, immediately bustling about. In the afternoon, with little to do, the maids and servants in the courtyard gathered quickly.

Li Zhufeng and Zhao Linghui were terrified. As the courtyard’s managing nannies, they knew how much the miss doted on the master. If the miss found out, they might be punished again. The memory of their last beating lingered vividly.

“Master, what happened? Quick, don’t just stand there! Send someone for the mansion doctor,” Li Zhufeng said urgently.

“Yes,” a servant said, about to run off.

Wei Lan splashed cold water on her face and washed her nose. Feeling better and no longer bleeding, she said, “Come back. I’m fine now. Why call the doctor? Come back.”

The servant returned, waiting for Wei Lan’s orders.

Li Zhufeng, still worried, advised, “Master, a nosebleed isn’t trivial. Your health matters. Let Deng Jin check on you. The miss would worry otherwise.”

“Yes, Master,” Zhao Linghui added.

Wei Lan waved her hand. “It’s really nothing, just heatiness. The weather’s been too dry these days. Prepare some juicy fruits for me. I don’t want any tonics,” she said.

“Are you sure you don’t need a checkup, Master?” Li Zhufeng asked again.

“No, no. I know my body. I’m fine. Look, it stopped bleeding. Go do your tasks. Oh, and prepare lunch. I’m hungry,” Wei Lan said.

“Yes,” Li Zhufeng replied. Seeing Wei Lan’s insistence, they didn’t dare press further and sent someone to prepare lunch.

Wei Lan took a deep breath and returned to the bedroom. She couldn’t be blamed—the album’s content was too stimulating.

In modern times, she wasn’t short of such things, but back then, she had no one she liked and no interest in such matters, focusing only on jade carving. So, seeing this now caused her nosebleed. Otherwise, with modern exposure, these albums wouldn’t be much.

In short, Wei Lan had seen too little.

She calmed down and placed the six albums on the dressing table. With her tolerance, she couldn’t finish them in one day without overwhelming herself.

So, she decided to eat first. Food gave her energy to keep studying the albums.

The mansion had slaughtered a lamb at noon, so the small kitchen made braised lamb ribs. Fresh and tasty, Wei Lan liked it, but it reminded her of hotpot, a dish absent in this era. She missed it. Still, the lamb ribs were delicious, and she wasn’t picky. She resolved to eat hotpot someday.

Besides the ribs, the soup was lamb offal soup. Its flavor was excellent, the offal fresh and well-seasoned, with no gaminess, only the lamb’s freshness. Wei Lan didn’t like cilantro, but some would enhance the aroma.

She wasn’t picky about food, and with the albums on her mind, she ate quickly, clearing half the table in no time.

Satisfied, she had the maids clear the table, then sat at the round table with her six albums.

With no one disturbing her during the day, she studied thoroughly.

Earlier, she saw the two female leads entangled in a study, getting carried away and causing her nosebleed. Now calmer, she felt she could handle it and continued reading.

Wisely, she sipped tea intermittently to cool down, avoiding another nosebleed that afternoon.

Wei Lan stored the six albums and opened the door, asking, “Is Madam busy today? Is she in the mansion?”

“Madam went to the suburban estate to inspect grain. She probably hasn’t returned yet, as the estate is quite far from Panyang City,” Nanny Li replied quickly.

Wei Lan pouted, replying listlessly, “Alright then.”

She wanted to test if the album’s depictions were accurate with her madam, but knowing Lu Zijin had worked hard all day, Wei Lan couldn’t bear to tire her further.

“Fine. I’ll go to Madam’s place for dinner tonight. Don’t prepare dinner for me,” Wei Lan said, heading to Jingchen Courtyard with a few maids.

At Jingchen Courtyard, Lu Zijin was indeed absent. Qianxue, seeing Wei Lan, curtsied. “Master, the miss hasn’t returned yet,” she said.

“Hmm, I know. I’ll bathe first and wait to eat with her,” Wei Lan said, determined to sleep with Lu Zijin tonight.

“Yes, I’ll arrange it,” Qianxue replied, sending for hot water and Wei Lan’s change of clothes. Everyone knew the miss doted on the master, so no one questioned where Wei Lan slept or ate.

Wei Lan happily entered Lu Zijin’s bedroom. Perhaps it was her imagination, but she felt the room carried a faint white sandalwood scent.

She wandered the room, rested on the soft couch, and soon the maids prepared the bathwater.

Wei Lan dismissed them and soaked comfortably in the tub. With nothing to do and Lu Zijin still out, she lingered, even having more hot water added midway.

When Lu Zijin returned, she noticed someone in her bedroom. Qianxue stepped forward. “Miss, the master is here, bathing now, waiting to eat with you,” she said.

Hearing her little Qianyuan was so clingy, Lu Zijin’s lips curved. “Hmm, I’ll check on her. Prepare dinner later,” she said.

“Yes, Miss,” Qianxue replied.

Lu Zijin had been busy all day, but hearing Wei Lan came to find her, her steps lightened.

She pushed open the door. Wei Lan, hearing the noise, turned toward the screen and saw Lu Zijin approaching.

Wei Lan’s eyes lit up, reaching out for Lu Zijin to pull her. “Madam, I missed you so much,” she said.

Lu Zijin took her little dog’s hand, pinching her cheek with the other. “We slept together last night, and you miss me already today? Hmm?” she said.

“Hmm, I miss you every moment we’re apart,” Wei Lan said, nuzzling Lu Zijin’s wrist like a dog seeking its owner’s touch.

Lu Zijin’s eyes darkened. Wei Lan always sparked her desire and left her to deal with it. Helpless, she had to keep pampering her innocent little dog.

Lu Zijin’s right hand scratched Wei Lan’s chin, then slid to her gland, gently pressing it.

Soon, Wei Lan’s eyes misted, and the scent of fresh snow spread through the room.

But after a few presses, Wei Lan sensed something wrong. She was the Qianyuan! If her gland’s pheromone was drained, she couldn’t be fierce.

Immediately, she grabbed Lu Zijin’s hand, her misty eyes looking at her. “Wait, Madam, I’m the Qianyuan. If my pheromone’s gone, I won’t be fierce,” she said.

Lu Zijin burst out laughing. Her little Qianyuan, teary-eyed and pitiful, hardly seemed “fierce.”

Seeing Lu Zijin laugh, Wei Lan sniffled, aggrieved. “Madam, why are you laughing?” she said.

Lu Zijin lifted Wei Lan’s chin, her thumb rubbing her lips. She gazed at Wei Lan teasingly. “When have you ever been fierce?” she said.

“Wah, Madam, you’re bullying me,” Wei Lan said, her lips pressed, making her voice softer and more plaintive.

Lu Zijin’s fingers returned to the gland, playing with it, then leaned in for a kiss, urgent and possessive.

Wei Lan, with her gland teased and lips kissed, soon softened, nearly slipping into the tub. Lu Zijin’s quick hand steadied her back, preventing a fall.

Her pheromones drained heavily, and Lu Zijin’s kisses left her breathless. She didn’t know why Madam was so relentless today.

With no choice, Wei Lan pushed Lu Zijin, but her kissed-weakened hands made it seem like a half-hearted refusal. Lu Zijin kissed harder.

Finally, seeing her little Qianyuan nearly crying, Lu Zijin pulled back, her eyes growing darker.

“Still fierce?” Lu Zijin asked, kissing Wei Lan’s lips affectionately.

Wei Lan gasped, nearly fainting from the kisses, but stubbornly said, “I’m very fierce.”

Lu Zijin, amused by her soft tone, leaned in and bit her gland, chuckling. “If you could see yourself now, you wouldn’t say that.”

Wei Lan didn’t understand. Lu Zijin’s gaze deepened as she looked at her.

Wei Lan’s ears and cheeks were red, her dark hair dripping, eyes misty, lips bitten like blooming roses, looking pitiably alluring, tempting one to bully her further.

Yet Wei Lan remained defiant, having studied the albums all afternoon. “No, aren’t all Qianyuan fierce?” she said.

“You’re different from other Qianyuan,” Lu Zijin said soothingly, biting her gland again.

Wei Lan whined playfully, “Madam, it tickles. Stop it.”

“Be good, just a moment,” Lu Zijin said, coaxing vaguely while biting a few more times until Wei Lan couldn’t take it. Only then did she relent.

“Done bathing? Rest a bit, then let’s eat dinner,” Lu Zijin said, having absorbed Wei Lan’s pheromones and feeling energized, ready to spare her little Qianyuan.

“Good,” Wei Lan said, catching her breath and climbing out to dry off. As she dried, she felt something was off. She was the Qianyuan—how was she just pinned and bitten by her wife?

Mulling it over softly, she decided it was because she wasn’t prepared. Next time in bed, she’d be proactive and not let her wife bully her again.

As she dried her hair, maids brought in dinner. Lu Zijin took the cloth from Wei Lan and dried her hair for her.

Her little dog’s wet hair made her even cuter. Lu Zijin looked at Wei Lan, her eyes curving.

Wei Lan obediently tilted her head, letting Lu Zijin dry her hair.

“Done. Let’s eat,” Lu Zijin said. Tired from the day, she wasn’t very hungry and ate lightly before bathing.

Wei Lan ate heartily, especially after losing pheromones. She drank a bowl of rock sugar bird’s nest to regain strength, ready to charge again later.

When Wei Lan finished, Lu Zijin was almost done bathing. Wei Lan eagerly climbed into bed to wait.

Seeing her little dog so eager, Lu Zijin teased, “Why so impatient today?”

“Hmm, I missed you all day,” Wei Lan said, propping her chin on the bed, looking at Lu Zijin.

Lu Zijin’s eyes curved, charmed by her sweet words. “Good, I’m coming,” she said.

She dried her hair, got into bed, and lowered the curtains. Before turning, Wei Lan hugged her from behind.

Lu Zijin paused. Her little Qianyuan seemed different today, unusually proactive. She chuckled, patting Wei Lan’s arms around her waist. “What’s with you today? So forward? Hmm?” she said.

“I miss you, Madam. I want to be on top today,” Wei Lan said, nuzzling her waist.

Lu Zijin laughed. Wei Lan wanted to be on top—could she manage?

“Alright,” Lu Zijin agreed, curious to see if her little Qianyuan could do it.

Hearing Lu Zijin’s consent, Wei Lan’s eyes lit up, nuzzling her further. “I knew Madam was the best. I love you most,” she said.

Lu Zijin, pleased by her little Qianyuan’s coaxing, looked forward to Wei Lan’s performance.

She lay back calmly, waiting for Wei Lan’s moves.

Wei Lan felt a bit uneasy being on top. The album made it look easy, but in practice, it wasn’t, especially with Lu Zijin watching, making her shy. Her hands fumbled untying Lu Zijin’s undergarment sash, turning a loose knot into a tight one.

She hurriedly untied the knot. By the time she opened Lu Zijin’s undergarments, Wei Lan was sweating.

Lu Zijin bit her lip to stifle a laugh. Her little Qianyuan was trying so hard; she had to give her face and not laugh, lest Wei Lan shy away from being proactive.

Wei Lan sighed heavily. Being a Qianyuan was hard—she struggled with a sash. The album’s advanced moves were beyond her. She decided to play with the little phoenix first.

With that, she leaned in, kissing Lu Zijin’s lips, nuzzling and kissing playfully.

After playing with the little phoenix a bit, Wei Lan was at a loss. Lu Zijin was cooperative, but Wei Lan remained flustered. In the end, she buried herself in Lu Zijin’s arms, whining, “Madam, I don’t know how again.”

Lu Zijin shook her head, chuckling. It was her little dog—she had to pamper her. If she didn’t know, Lu Zijin would teach her.

So, Lu Zijin patiently coaxed her little Qianyuan, guiding her step by step.

Wei Lan finally grasped some basics, and what happened began to align with the album’s depictions…

Daylight was bright. Lu Zijin had planned to work that morning, but after staying up late with Wei Lan, she woke near noon.

She glanced at Wei Lan, her eyes curving, and nuzzled comfortably in her arms, reluctant to get up.

Feeling movement, Wei Lan opened her eyes.

She looked around dazedly, then met Lu Zijin’s eyes, her confusion fading into a sweet smile. “Madam, morning,” she said.

Lu Zijin bit her ear, teasing, “Morning? It’s almost noon. I had things to do, and you delayed me. How will you make it up to me?”

“I’ll do whatever Madam says. I love Madam most,” Wei Lan said, nuzzling and hugging Lu Zijin. After last night’s sweetness, her hands grew restless again, only to be swatted away by Lu Zijin.

“No, I really have things to do today. If we continue, the afternoon will be wasted too,” Lu Zijin said, biting Wei Lan’s lip before getting up to dress. But Wei Lan, overly excited last night, had scattered clothes everywhere.

Lu Zijin glared at her. “No more throwing clothes around. Look, they’re everywhere,” she said.

Fearing she’d miss out on “meat,” Wei Lan obediently crawled out to pick up the clothes, handing them to Lu Zijin. “Madam, here. I won’t throw them next time,” she said.

Lu Zijin chuckled, pinching Wei Lan’s ear. “You’d better not,” she said.

“Of course. Madam, I’ll help you dress,” Wei Lan said, eagerly leaning in.

Lu Zijin knew her intentions. Sure enough, her little dog’s hands grew restless again.

After Lu Zijin bit her gland several times, Wei Lan obediently got up to dress.

She was immensely grateful for Xi Ye’s albums—they were incredibly useful. Though much of last night’s success was due to Lu Zijin’s teaching, or it wouldn’t have gone so smoothly. Thinking this, Wei Lan’s ears reddened.

The Qianyuan in the albums didn’t need their wives’ guidance, but it didn’t matter—her wife pampered her.

If Wei Lan had a dog tail, it would be sky-high.

Lu Zijin had hot water prepared for bathing. Wei Lan leaned in, hugging her waist and nuzzling. “I want to bathe too,” she said.

Lu Zijin pinched her chin. “Fine, bathe next door,” she said.

“Can’t we bathe together?” Wei Lan asked, eyes bright, like a dog waiting for its owner to feed it.

“No. If we do, this bath will end up in bed again. I’m busy these days. Be good,” Lu Zijin said, tapping Wei Lan’s nose with her fingertip.

Wei Lan complied reluctantly. “Alright, I’ll go next door,” she said.

She went next door reluctantly, still thinking of the album’s bathing scene. She sighed—her wife was too busy. She’d try another time.

She bathed leisurely next door. Despite sleeping late, she felt unusually energetic.

They ate lunch together, and Lu Zijin hurriedly left. With nothing to do, Wei Lan returned to her place.

She planned to carve one more large display piece before visiting Xiao Nanyan. This time, she’d earn plenty of silver and give it all to her wife. A happy wife meant more rewards. Thinking this, Wei Lan was delighted.

She cheerfully returned to her workshop to continue carving jade.

Lu Zijin, meanwhile, boarded a carriage to the suburban estate, resting with closed eyes. Too busy lately, she had little time for Wei Lan. Missing half the morning, she might stay overnight at the estate to handle matters. Thinking of her little dog’s disappointed face, Lu Zijin’s eyes curved with a smile.

Last night was similar—meat was offered, but her little dog was clueless, unsure where to start.

Her ears reddened slightly. She warned herself not to dwell on it; she had important tasks ahead.

That afternoon, Wei Lan stayed in the workshop, grinding a large jade piece to shape its initial form. But soon, a servant’s voice came from outside.

“Master, bad news, bad news,” he said.

Wei Lan frowned, pushed open the door, and walked out. “What’s the matter?” she asked.

“It’s the Lu Family Tavern. Someone ate there and kept vomiting, claiming our food was bad. They’re refusing to leave, stopping the tavern from doing business. They’re shouting that our food is unclean,” the servant said.

The speaker was a tavern worker. When the issue arose, the manager wanted to settle with compensation, but the people, rolling and wailing, refused to leave, saying the money was too little. The manager tried persuading them, even involving the city’s constables, but they still wouldn’t go.

The constables couldn’t arrest them, as they had indeed eaten at the tavern and vomited. The manager stayed to negotiate, sending the worker to report to the mansion.

The worker went to find Lu Zijin, but her maids said she was at the suburban estate, too far for a round trip. So, he came to Wei Lan, knowing the miss doted on the master. Surely, the miss wouldn’t mind Wei Lan handling this.