I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Eight Dragons (2)

Mu Wanwan went back to the box and took a Baizhen fruit, cut a bit of the peel with a small knife, and dripped the juice onto Mister Long’s bruised lips.　

After squeezing nearly half of the fruit, Mu Wanwan stopped. Searching through the original body’s memory, she forced out a bit of weak wood-based spiritual power from her dantian, and poured it into the other half of the somewhat shrivelled fruit. When she saw the peel that she had carefully cut away grow back, she let out a sigh of relief.

They were now dirt-poor. Even Baizhen fruit that cost only five low-grade spirit stones apiece, something that the tyrant would have never deigned to look at, was something they couldn’t afford now.

The fruit emitted a rich fragrance. Mu Wanwan swallowed, but still, she didn’t eat the other half of the shrivelled fruit. After all, the current Mister Long needed them more than she did.

Although the original body’s status was not as esteemed as Bai Shuiyao’s back home before she got married, the Mu family’s status was once pretty well-regarded within the tyrant’s territory. While her father’s power was only at Rank 4, his combat power almost equaled that of Rank 5 warriors. He would also give her more than a dozen gold coins to spend every month, but these gold coins would be taken away by Bai Shuiyao via various means every time.

Mu Wanwan rubbed her throbbing head. This time, the original body had been married off after the Mu family had met with misfortune, and she was as good as an abandoned child. Other than some clothes and bedding, there was no other dowry. So, she could now be considered as part of the legendary Quilt Party1.　　

Mu Wanwan let out a bitter laugh and walked resignedly to the cabinet in the corner of the room. She dug out two quilts—the bright-red sort embroidered with mandarin ducks that were meant for newly-wed couples—and two mattresses.

Before, the original body simply didn’t have the intention nor the guts to sleep with the tyrant, and had not even thought about tidying up the bed.

Actually, if it were possible, Mu Wanwan didn’t really want to sleep with Mister Long either. But in the past, Mister Long had a terrible temper—if a servant dared to appear outside his bedchamber, there would only be one fate awaiting them: death.

Therefore, the fact that there was only one such bed in the both main and side halls combined aside, there weren’t even any quilts that one could keep warm with in the winter.

Only a little bit of food survived in the small kitchen.

However, this jade bed was very big. Visually, it measured three by three metres. Even if two people slept on it, if she paid some attention to the distance, it shouldn’t matter, right?

Mu Wanwan looked at the mattresses in the cupboard. She was rather thankful that the mattress was made of two pieces, as was the quilt. This way, she didn’t have to share a quilt with the tyrant.　　

Although she was now Mister Long’s wife in name, and Mister Long was also not very ugly—in fact, after looking at him for a long time, she even felt that he possessed a kind of coquettish and fragile beauty, but——

First of all, Mister Long was not human. She had heard that dragons had two of those, but she didn’t know if that was true…

Ahem, well, this question was a bit ahead of time for now so she would put that aside for the time being.　　

Most importantly, in the original book, Ao Qin liked to get involved with Bai Shuiyao in front of Mister Long. After Mister Long woke up, he seemed to fall in love with her at first sight under the influence of Bai Shuiyao’s heroine’s aura.

At the thought of this, Mu Wanwan couldn’t help but glance at a certain dragon’s pallid, strange face, and his long and curved eyelashes, feeling very complicated.

No matter how much tender affection the current Mister Long incited in her, it still couldn’t change the fact that he might fall for Bai Shuiyao like in the original text. She should just stop overthinking. Anyway, Mister Long couldn’t feel anything now; even if she shared a bed with him, he wouldn’t know about it when he woke up.

Mu Wanwan pondered as she laid the bedding. But when the bed was ready, she looked at the red nuptial quilts atop the two side-by-side mattresses, and the Mister Long she had positioned such that only his somewhat handsome face was revealed, she still couldn’t help but blush.

——In modern times, she was an orphan who had problems with food and clothing since she was a child. With great difficulty, she managed to attend university with the aid of some welfare policies. She slogged her way through her studies as she worked part-time, and after graduation, she worked hard to earn money to repay her loans. The only pleasure she had were novels. Although it wasn’t that no one had wooed her in all those years, she had never been in a relationship.

Never would she have guessed that her first time sleeping in nuptial bedding would actually be with a comatose dragon…

Mu Wanwan was in a complicated mood, but compared with her body, which had been exhausted for several days in a row, this little snag was nothing. According to the original plot, she should be dead by now, but she was still here, and even had a bed to sleep in—all things considered, this wasn’t too bad.

Footnotes:

1 legendary Quilt Party: probably a reference to her “homelessness”, only having a quilt to her name.