ATNMDT Chapter 2

**Nomad: This novel has a schedule of one chapter per month. However, when I have time, I may release bulk chapters. So, there will be one guaranteed chapter a month, with occasional random releases of multiple chapters unless stated otherwise.**

As soon as she pushed open the door, the rotten stench at the tip of her nose became much stronger. It was mixed with some unknown fragrance and the smell of blood. Even though Mu Wanwan had mentally prepared herself a little, her face still couldn’t help turning pale.

Warm-coloured lamps were lit in the spacious room, and everything was deathly silent. Mu Wanwan looked at the thick, heavy bed curtains not far away, embroidered with intricate patterns, and her palms began to sweat slightly.

The tyrant was behind those curtains.

According to her memories, after the original owner had once been frightened to tears by the tyrant, during the following nights, although she had been forced to enter the room, she had only made do by sleeping fully clothed on a chair.

When Mu Wanwan had been in the ancestral hall earlier, she had already thought about what she should do from now on.

Since she had unfortunately transmigrated into a supporting female character with a tragic ending, she could only accept reality. Based on her scattered memories of that novel, the tyrant would wake up in the end.

Mu Wanwan had also considered whether she should run away, but according to the original owner’s memories, this continent was extremely dangerous. Cultivators and demonic creatures coexisted here, and the original owner only possessed a weak wood-type ability. Her combat power was basically zero.

On this continent, there was no law to guarantee her personal safety either. Besides, the tyrant had countless enemies, and she had married into the Tyrant’s Residence under everyone’s watchful eyes. Once she ran away, even if Ao Qin didn’t discover her, she would still die after leaving.

Now, there was only one path before her: stay properly by the tyrant’s side and take care of him. Once he woke up, she would swiftly get lost and not interfere with him and the female lead being all lovey-dovey. Maybe then she could still survive.

Although Mu Wanwan had already made up her mind, when she truly walked to the bed curtains and lifted them with trembling hands, she was still frightened by the miserable state of the person before her.

A creature that could no longer be called human lay on the jade bed. His upper body was bare and covered in crisscrossing scars. Terrifying patterns spread across his arms and face. His lower body was a long dragon tail, but from halfway down, it had already begun to rot. Half of the tail was broken off, and even the pointed tip was gone.

His eyes were tightly shut. Half of his face looked as though it had been corroded by something, or perhaps something else had happened to it. Although it had not rotted, it was still so ugly that one could hardly bear to look directly at it. On his forehead, where the skin should originally have been smooth, were two hideous, frightening broken horns.

In addition to this, yellowed scales would occasionally appear on the exposed parts of the tyrant’s body. The bed had been made a complete mess by his filthy blood. It trailed from the bed to the floor, and with sharp eyes, Mu Wanwan even saw some tiny black things—she didn’t know whether they were parasites or something else—crawling back and forth over his wounds.

She couldn’t help taking two steps back. By the time she came back to her senses, her forehead was already covered in cold sweat.

She truly had not expected the tyrant’s appearance to be even more miserable than in the original owner’s memories.

Clearly, in the book, although the tyrant was disabled and ugly, and even a vegetative dragon, when the female supporting character and the female lead had just married in, there had been people serving him every day. But now…

Mu Wanwan looked at the shocking wounds on his body, his broken horns, and his missing, rotting tail. Then she recalled the maid Fuliu’s earlier attitude and suddenly felt a little sympathy for this great villain before her, a man who had once dominated the continent and could ruin kingdoms with a single chill in the air.

Once fallen, the crowd dispersed like cooling tea. A dragon had been thrown into a lonely room, with no one managing him and no one asking after him. While unconscious, he had been stuffed with a bride of low talent to bring him good luck. When he finally woke with great difficulty, he was clearly once a peerlessly handsome dragon, but because he had lost his tail and his dragon horns were broken, he was repeatedly despised by the woman he liked. And that woman even cuckolded him with his good friend. The problem was, he still didn’t know…

This was…

Too tragic. He was simply a tragedy among dragons.

Mu Wanwan looked sympathetically at a certain dragon lying paralysed on the bed. Perhaps because of the added sympathy, his appearance no longer seemed quite so frightening.

Looking at the filthy blood winding beneath him, she no longer hesitated. Following her memories, she took a few clean handkerchiefs. She had originally wanted to find someone to fetch some hot water, but after searching the entire sleeping palace, she did not see a single servant keeping night watch. With no other choice, she ran outside the sleeping hall to the place specially used for storing water, fetched a basin of cold water, and returned to the room.

Mu Wanwan struggled a little to place the basin in front of the curtains, and her vision nearly went black. She immediately gained a new understanding of just how weak this body was. She soaked a handkerchief in the water, wrung it dry, then let out a deep breath. Mustering her courage, she walked to the side of the jade bed and began wiping along the edges of the filthy blood, trying her best not to touch the tyrant’s half-tail, which looked terrifying just from a glance.

Her movements while cleaning were actually a little rough, but the tyrant never reacted at all. If not for the occasional changes in the scales on his body, Mu Wanwan would have thought he was dead.

She cleaned bit by bit. The filthy blood was very dirty, mixed with quite a few tiny insects. Some parts had already dried, making them especially difficult to clean. Mu Wanwan scrubbed until her scalp went numb, and she couldn’t help saying softly, “Since I’m not looking down on you like this, when you wake up in the future, even if you get together with the female lead, you absolutely mustn’t find me unpleasant and kill me, okay? If you don’t say anything, I’ll take that as you agreeing.”

After saying it, she found it a little funny.

Right now, the tyrant was only a pitiful vegetative dragon with no awareness at all. Wasn’t making an agreement like this taking advantage of someone’s helpless state?

Mu Wanwan wiped for a long time, but she still inevitably touched the tyrant’s dragon tail. The sensation was very strange. It was a little slippery, yet also very rough.

After working hard for ages, she finally cleaned the half of the bed closer to the outside. She changed the water many times, and the originally white handkerchiefs had already been stained blood-red. No matter how she washed them, they would not come clean.

Mu Wanwan’s waist hurt, her legs hurt, and her head was dizzy. She really couldn’t continue anymore. She looked at the tyrant’s filthy wounds and the half-tail still lying on the inner side of the bed, and frowned.

The long dragon tail looked terrible. The scales on it were withered yellow, showing an unhealthy colour. Looking at the rotten flesh giving off that putrid stench, she felt panic rise in her heart. She was somewhat glad that it was late autumn now. The temperature was not too low, but it also would not be as easy for infections to worsen as in summer. Otherwise, this pitiful dragon’s condition would probably be even worse than it was now.

“Haa.”

When Mu Wanwan had been cleaning earlier, she had tried her best to avoid touching his body. But now, she still decided to move him first, to at least get him away from the filthy blood she had not yet had time to clean.

Mu Wanwan walked nervously to the bed. With both hands, she carefully held his uninjured dragon tail and dragged it outward with great difficulty.

“Hiss…”

Mu Wanwan felt a sharp pain from the areas where she came into contact with his scales. But she couldn’t just roughly throw him down, so she could only endure the pain. After struggling for a long time, she finally dragged the dragon tail of his lower body onto the half of the jade bed that was clean.

“It hurts.”

Mu Wanwan pulled her hands back and looked at the bloody cuts on them, feeling like crying but having no tears.

When she had touched the scales while wiping them earlier, she had only felt that they were a little rough. They hadn’t hurt that much. How had they cut her hands the moment she tried to hold him?

Mu Wanwan sighed, resigned herself to fate, and moved the tyrant’s upper body to another position as well. Only then did she support her aching old waist, sore from all that hard labour, and sit down on the chair. Ignoring her bleeding palms, she lay down on the table, preparing to make do and sleep for a while.

Although she really wanted to sleep on the bed, the half of the bed beside the tyrant had not yet been cleaned. The wounds on his body had not been treated either. There was no quilt on the bed, and it looked as if there was not much difference between it and the chair anyway…

According to her impression of the book, every morning, Fuliu would come to bring the original owner some food, then take her to the ancestral hall. At night, when it was almost midnight, she would bring her back.

In the novel, near dusk, Ao Qin had once come to the ancestral hall to look for the original owner. But at that time, because the original owner had agreed to run away with Bai Shuiyao, she had left the ancestral hall early.

Now that Mu Wanwan had already decided not to run, tomorrow she absolutely had to seize this chance to meet Ao Qin. She had to think of a way to get the tyrant a doctor and some medicine. If she could also ask for two maids to help take care of him with her, that would be even better…

Before falling asleep, Mu Wanwan thought this hazily.