My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

However, her fingers halted abruptly, three feet away from Chen Yi.

It wasn’t that Chen Yi blocked her move.

Instead, a vast and magnificent Sword Intent, without warning, descended. This Sword Intent was neither illusion nor reality, yet it seemed to fill the entire space. It was like an invisible shackle, instantly wrapping around Qin Qingluo’s wrists, body, and even the True Qi she was channeling. She felt as though she had plunged into sticky amber, each movement becoming incredibly difficult, and the condensed Finger Force was forcibly suppressed back into her body by this intangible power.

Within inches, as if this were his world, everything obeyed his commands.

Qin Qingluo’s pupils shrank suddenly; she looked up fiercely, gazing at Chen Yi who still had his back to her. He hadn’t even turned his head.

What realm has he reached exactly...?

She tried to struggle, channeling all her True Qi in fury, the True Qi of the Fourth Rank surged through her meridians like raging waves, yet couldn’t break through this invisible prison. That Sword Intent was like an abyss, a mountain; its mere existence made her feel a powerlessness she hadn’t felt in years.

Easily subduing the two women with just a few moves surprised even Chen Yi, though it was partially due to their unexpectedness and lack of preparation. Yet the main reason was that he had absorbed the light of the Bright Hall, reaching the Second Rank, and the gap between Second and Fourth Rank was vast.

Chen Yi felt the disparity so distinctly that his eyes became increasingly greedy.

Her black hair with a hint of brown lay scattered on the bed like flowers after clouds and mist, her cheeks moist with sweat where strands of hair clung, Min Ning breathed heavily, trying to rise, yet was immobilized by Chen Yi with just one finger.

Qin Qingluo also struggled in vain; even with her muscles taut, trying to break free, she was startled by the heavy pressure pushing her toward the edge of the bed. Her hands pressed fiercely against the mattress, barely supporting her body from falling.

A famed female knight and a Vassal King, two forceful women of strong temperament were subdued at the bed and its edge by Chen Yi.

Chen Yi suddenly thought he was exceedingly cruel, yet...

His lips were constantly curved upward.

With the Little Fox softening by his side so long, many of his habits had been restrained, but now, the former fierceness emerged.

Chen Yi reached out to gently stroke Min Ning’s bold face, feeling her slight quivering. He playfully said, "Yue Chi, why have you spilled the wine? How should I punish you?"

While speaking, he used True Qi to bring the wedding cups to his hand, with some liquid still inside. He slowly poured it over Min Ning’s trembling lips, the female knight’s phoenix eyes widened, then he kissed her.

A kiss, the wine flowed down her throat.

The first cup of wedding wine was finally drunk.

Though the two might be fond of each other, this was not a mutual affection kind of kiss.

After a brief kiss, Chen Yi wiped the corner of his mouth, then looked smilingly at Qin Qingluo.

Compared to Min Ning, Qin Qingluo was not so resolute; the wedding wine still sat quietly on the table. Chen Yi lifted it gently, with added tenderness as he pressed it to the tall woman’s lips.

"Drink, tonight is our wedding night."

The Princess no longer harbored previous tolerance and leniency. Her heroic features filled with anger, fiercer than when confronting Min Ning.

Despite this, Chen Yi still pried open her red lips, as the wedding wine was drunk amidst their kissing.

The candlelight dimly flickered, nearing its end.

Chen Yi raised his hand slightly, and suddenly the candle flame brightened again, illuminating the women’s faces more clearly.

He slowly turned, once more looking at the two women.

They were also watching him; he walked over, smiling, reaching first for Min Ning’s red garment.

The clothes were slowly untied, opening outward from the center, revealing the firm abdomen, tense muscles as Chen Yi’s fingers brushed past the defined lines.

Chen Yi greedily enjoyed this long-missed moment; it had been so long since he had treated Min Ning like this, as if she were still the Young Hero enduring humiliation amid despair.

"Chen Zunming, you..."

Min Ning’s voice trembled, rarely at a loss.

"You... will force me like that again, won’t you?"

Min Ning’s trembling voice reached his ears; Chen Yi’s fingers paused, looking down to see not only Min Ning’s gritted teeth but also a crystalline tear sliding from the corner of her eye. Turning back, Qin Qingluo propped on the bed was also fierce-eyed and full of killing intent.

Chen Yi looked at them; one was the female knight he had long loved, sharing life and death moments, the other a Vassal King with whom he had deepening ties yet no formal name.

The malice and thrill of control were still there; however, Chen Yi revealed a more complex and unspeakable gaze.

He chuckled, speaking slowly, "Why resist and be tense like this, Yue Chi. We’ve been a pair for a long time, haven’t we? You’ve accepted me."

The slightly softened words eased the tense atmosphere in the bridal chamber somewhat.

Chen Yi sighed, touched her nose, and continued, "I just want to give you an explanation, and also to Qing Luo. I... I’ve always been lustful, you know that, right? I just want to tell you, I also want to marry you."

The female knight took a few deep breaths, her trembling chest gradually calming down, held her voice, turned her face away and said nothing, her face blushing under the candlelight, unsure whether it was from shame or anger.

Qin Qingluo watched this scene, and at this moment, Chen Yi turned his head and continued, "You too, Qing Luo, why bother getting upset with her? You two are at odds, but in essence, you’re both people I fancy. I’ve always been affectionate, don’t you know that?"

The Princess’ eyebrows were dark and gloomy, saying nothing, seemingly silently rebuking this man’s shamelessness.

"Ultimately, I don’t want to let either of you down, so tonight I will consummate the marriage, consummate with both at once." Chen Yi laughed and said this.

Min Ning, upon hearing this, slightly turned her face, stared at him intently, and slowly said, "Chen Zunming, with such shamelessness, do you think I’ll let you off easily?"

Though the words were scolding, the tone was much calmer than before.

"Otherwise, what kind of explanation do you want?"

Suddenly hit by this remark, Min Ning was at a loss for words for a moment, then lowered her eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "I just... want a marriage certificate from you."

Chen Yi was taken aback, and not just him, even Qin Qingluo was startled.

Coming back to his senses, Chen Yi spoke, "Is this all you want?"

The Princess was also puzzled. She thought Min Ning wanted to, like before, hijack the marriage, switch places and steal this final consummation, so if she generously let her, it would fulfill Min Ning’s desire.

But unexpectedly, what she wanted was this. Qin Qingluo, possessing a boldness and generosity uncommon among ordinary women, found it shocking to ask for a marriage certificate in the bridal chamber, but as a dignified Vassal King, how could she not accommodate?

"Otherwise, what else?" Min Ning straightened her neck and continued, "I originally wanted to leave, but the Princess Jing came to find me, said some things, and I hesitated, so I stayed."

Chen Yi slightly raised an eyebrow.

As expected...

It’s his family... Yin Weiyin again.

Chen Yi suppressed his swirling emotions, exhaled, and slowly looked towards the Princess, the latter’s eyes unclear, slowly said:

"...So that’s how it is, I thought you were going back on your word, deliberately provoking."

The words suggested a misunderstanding was already resolved, that it was settled.

Min Ning also had this thought; how could she truly follow Chen Yi’s intention to sleep together? Previously with Yin Weiyin, it was just a righteous move to help, moreover, she had the leading role.

"Let me go." Min Ning struggled, but was still suppressed by Chen Yi’s finger, unable to move, she glared fiercely at Chen Yi.

Chen Yi shrugged innocently and continued:

"At this point, do you think you can still leave?"

"You!"

Chen Yi ignored her and instead looked towards Qin Qingluo, who sneered, revealing a look that said ’I expected that.’

Min Ning always had undue expectations of Chen Yi, yet Qin Qingluo clearly knew that once this shameless bitch makes a decision, no one can change it, and tonight no one can escape.

Chen Yi left a trace of Sword Intent to hold down the half-dressed Min Ning, approached Qin Qingluo, smiled at her, and the Princess responded with a cold smile, as if in disdain.

But in a moment, when Chen Yi pulled something out of Square Land, her disdain suddenly halted.

It was... a golden hairpin.

"That hairpin..." Qin Qingluo’s lips trembled slightly, "You... still kept it..."

"I wanted, after the wedding night, to personally put it in your hair." Chen Yi gently pursed his lips, "I’ve always kept it, brought it to the Southern Border, just to give it to... the mother of my child."

The golden hairpin glimmered slightly under the candlelight.

Qin Qingluo was at a loss for words, her serpent-like eyes drooping, as if the hairpin was too dazzling to look at.

And the golden hairpin slowly disappeared from her sight.

Because Chen Yi slowly placed it back in her hair.

Even the candlelight seemed to pause at this moment, Qin Qingluo turned her face, the ever-imposing Princess with a hint of shyness, Chen Yi seemed to have waited a long time for this moment, when all he could do was silently watch in regret as she rode away, but now, finally, he made amends.

"Qing Luo, please allow my greed."