My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Donggong Ruoshu suddenly slapped her forehead.

Yin Weiyin’s autumnal eyes widened slightly; with this reaction, it seemed that if she didn’t mention it, this stupid girl might just forget...

Donggong Ruoshu exclaimed with sudden realization, "Miss Yin, if you hadn’t said something, I would have forgotten!"

Yin Weiyin: "......"

She was momentarily speechless, needing to regain her composure and calm down her emotions.

Years ago, she sought Donggong Ruoshu at Taihua Mountain, warning this silly girl not to harbor inappropriate thoughts about Chen Yi. During the conversation, she learned that the two had seemingly agreed, as early as their time at the Joyful Sect, that Chen Yi would kill someone for the stupid girl, and that person’s identity was extremely noble.

Although Chen Yi was no gentleman, his promises carried weight. Yin Weiyin had rarely seen him break his promises, no matter how difficult or arduous the task. Not to mention anything else, just this hairpin... Yin Weiyin adjusted the hairpin nestled within the coarse cloth, it was what he had promised to give her.

After patting her head, Donggong Ruoshu also scratched it, scattering white dandruff like snowflakes, causing Yin Weiyin to frown and step back a little.

Having just regained her physical form not long ago and with Yin Tingxue not around to take care of her, Donggong Ruoshu hadn’t groomed herself properly for a long time, so there was a bit of dandruff, which made her a little embarrassed. The naive girl chuckled and nonchalantly said:

"After being a ghost for so long, I forgot. I thought I would be a ghost forever."

This silly girl’s meaning was roughly that death ends all worldly concerns. Once a person becomes a ghost, nothing in the mortal world matters anymore. It’s akin to Zhuangzi’s notion of disappearing into the Jianghu, and these words bore a slight resemblance to Taoist wisdom. Yin Weiyin thought, even though this stupid girl might not have consciously realized this point, she herself had come to understand it, which suggested her state of mind had reached a higher plane.

"If that’s the case, now that you’ve returned to being human, you should probably return to Western Jin," Yin Weiyin continued accordingly.

Donggong Ruoshu tilted her head in thought, then nodded.

Seeing her nod, Yin Weiyin knew there was an opportunity, so she softened her tone, becoming even more gentle. She deeply understood that this silly girl had a simple heart, needing affection to move her and reason to guide her.

"Putting aside other matters, consider your parents and close kin," Yin Weiyin’s gaze was gentle as she slowly comforted her, "You’ve been away from home for so long. Have you ever thought about how your parents are living? As a child, shouldn’t you fulfill your filial duty, comforting your parents who have missed their daughter for years? Blood ties are deep, and after all these years, you ought to go back, see them, and wish them well."

Listening to this, Donggong Ruoshu’s face showed little worry. This silly girl had always been carefree, and she also thought Yin Weiyin made quite a bit of sense, so she nodded.

Seeing her expression soften, Yin Weiyin felt a bit reassured. Changing her approach, she continued,

"Moreover, think about your teaching master. Though I don’t know how Broken Swordsman taught you or what expectations he has for you, a teacher’s role is to impart knowledge and solve doubts, a kindness akin to rebirth. You have wandered for so long. Having accomplished something, both emotionally and rationally, you should return to pay respects to your master."

Donggong Ruoshu listened again, finding it even more sensible, so she nodded again.

Yin Weiyin observed her reactions carefully, knowing it was time to stop, so she decided not to say more.

With Chen Yi’s nature of valuing his promises, as long as Donggong Ruoshu brought it up, a trip to Western Jin was inevitable, although it would just depend on whether it was sooner or later. Once in Western Jin, leaving this Southern Border, there wouldn’t be as many women around him.

Yin Weiyin secretly sighed, a rare hint of worry appearing on her usually calm face. In this Annan Royal Mansion, he had both the prince and the princess, a daughter to raise, and a Lin Wanxiao to entertain him. Although she was the Taichua Goddess and the First Lady, she was ultimately alone and weak.

It would be nice if Yin Tingxue were here. Together, how could the prince and princess be any match for them?

The female crown couldn’t help but think, in this harem of Chen Yi’s, after all was said and done, Yin Tingxue, the Second Lady, was the most in line with her own heart. Other women either opposed her, were unruly, or treated her as if she were invisible.

Donggong Ruoshu thought deeply for a while, then slowly said: "Now that you mention it, it seems like I should head back..."

Yin Weiyin raised her eyes, softly saying, "You should have returned long ago. Even the Qi Cultivators on the mountain go down to visit family during festivals. For the immortals, a year is as fleeting as grass and trees live for a season. Time waits for no one. If you wait too long, your family and friends might already be resting in their graves.

Even the immortals operate like that, so how much more for you ordinary folks?"

These words left Donggong Ruoshu a bit embarrassed. Previously, no longer being human, she hadn’t thought much about it, but now Yin Weiyin’s words stirred her longing, after being away from home for several years, who wouldn’t miss home?

The longing from years away surged like a tide, filling her always somewhat dazed eyes with a rare clear intent to return.

She nodded vigorously, as if making a decision, "Miss Yin, you’re right! I really should go back and have a look!"

Yin Weiyin felt assured, a subtle sense of satisfaction crossing her cold brows. She intended to strike while the iron was hot, advising further, perhaps mentioning that Donggong Ruoshu should soon inform Chen Yi about this matter, to finalize the return trip completely...

However, just as her lips slightly parted, about to speak,

"Daddy! Where’s Daddy... Yue’er wants Daddy!"

A crisp voice, tinged with drowsiness, suddenly pierced the air from the direction of the distant warm room, entering their ears clearly.

It was Qin Yue.

The little girl had woken up, and this voice was like a thunderbolt in Yin Weiyin’s heart. She was currently disguised as a maid, guilt-ridden and nervous, feeling as though this cry was a talisman to claim her soul, as if Chen Yi would appear at any moment.