Chapter 1342 - 733: Three Women (Double - )
Chen Yi looked at Min Ning burning with anger, then glanced at Qin Qingluo as cold as ice, and listened to the faint, seemingly aggrieved sobbing outside the door, only feeling that his head was bigger than not just one but two.
Min Ning trembled with rage but did not leave, her gaze fixed on Chen Yi, as if questioning: Let’s see how you handle this.
Chen Yi racked his brain, attempting to find a sliver of opportunity; the situation he painstakingly crafted was completely disrupted by the sudden knock on the door.
He took a deep breath, forced a slightly helpless expression on his face, looked at Qin Qingluo and Min Ning, and sighed a supplemental sigh, ultimately conceding, his voice had to soften:
"Yue Chi, Qing Luo, this... this really wasn’t arranged by me! Even if I was greedy, I wouldn’t cause more trouble at such a moment."
He quickened his speech, seeming sincere,
"It must be Yin Weiyin; only she could do such unnecessary things! Should I send Lin Wanxiao back then?"
After he spoke, he cautiously observed the reactions of the two women.
The wedding chamber fell into a peculiar silence.
Neither Min Ning nor Qin Qingluo spoke immediately.
Min Ning was clad in red, her chest still heaved, but the fury in her eyes seemed replaced by a thread of doubt and scrutiny.
She understood Chen Yi’s audacity, also knowing his cunning, yet the shock and urgency in his demeanor did not seem entirely fabricated, and with his shrewdness, it seemed unnecessary to immediately add fuel to the fire with a more timid Lin Wanxiao after barely appeasing the two of them.
Qin Qingluo squinted those sharp snake-like eyes slightly, her icy gaze roamed over Chen Yi’s face as if weighing the truth in his words.
She was more aware of Yin Weiyin’s methods and understood more about the inherent greed in Chen Yi that might be subtly exploited.
The brief silence allowed Chen Yi to slightly relax internally.
He thought it was them finally regaining some rationality amidst their rage, tacitly accepting the matter.
"...Then I’ll go explain to her." He probed, making a move to rise, wanting to send away the young lady outside the door who was almost scared to tears.
However, he had just moved,
A slender hand, with undeniable force, encircled his waist, pressing him back onto the seat.
It was Qin Qingluo.
Chen Yi’s head plunged into something soft, he raised his eyes in shock to meet Qin Qingluo’s deep, unfathomable snake-like eyes looking down at him, in those eyes the storm hadn’t fully subsided, yet they carried a more complex smile.
"No." Qin Qingluo’s red lips parted slightly, her voice not loud, yet carrying the unique authority of a Vassal King to the ground, "Let her come in."
Chen Yi was thoroughly confused, almost thinking he heard wrong.
Min Ning also raised her head sharply, looking at Qin Qingluo in disbelief.
Qin Qingluo ignored Min Ning’s astonished gaze, just looking closely at Chen Yi, she slightly raised her head, the candlelight outlined her valiant and smooth jawline.
"Qing Luo, you..." Chen Yi’s throat felt a little dry, completely unable to grasp the mind of this Princess at this moment.
Qin Qingluo suddenly leaned close to his ear, speaking with a husky and weary voice that only the two of them could hear:
"Qing Luo, allow my greed."
This sentence was light, yet like a stone thrown into a deep pond, rippling layers of bitterly in Qin Qingluo’s own heart.
Allow his greed...
Fine.
Since destined to be submerged in this mire, since this "whore" is insatiable, since Min Ning has also acquiesced half-heartedly... what difference does adding a timid Lin Wanxiao, seemingly also manipulated by Yin Weiyin, make?
It’s nothing but adding more absurdity to this ludicrous wedding night.
She was going to see whether Chen Yi’s "fortunate like Qi people" was a blessing he could truly "enjoy"!
"I approve."
Chen Yi was so disoriented by Qin Qingluo’s sudden approval that he didn’t know what to do; he looked at Min Ning, only to see her face change unpredictably, looking at Qin Qingluo, then at him, finally turning her head abruptly as though she had run out of strength, tightly gripping the red dress, remaining silent, but that tense side view revealing her heart’s turmoil and... the tacit approval of breaking the pot and throwing it.
Outside, Lin Wanxiao became even more fearful due to the silence inside and the lack of response, and in a trembling voice asked confirmingly again: "...Is it... really... do you want me to come in?"
Qin Qingluo’s hand around Chen Yi’s waist did not loosen; instead, she tightened it a bit more, raising her voice toward the outside, restoring her usual calm and authority, yet subtly weary and chilly:
"Come in."
Cre-e-ak—
The door was gently pushed open a crack.
That night,
Three women.