My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

She glanced sideways, leaned over, and casually snatched the teacup from Chen Yi’s hand, drinking it all in one go.

Chen Yi looked at his now empty hand, then at Min Ning, who casually put the teacup down. He opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing, only a slight hint of amusement flashed in his eyes. He then picked up the clay pot and silently refilled the empty cup, this time pushing it in front of Min Ning.

Min Ning still said nothing and didn’t look at him, just picked up her chopsticks and continued to eat another piece of bait slowly and methodically.

After eating enough, she put away the marriage document on the table without a second glance. Chen Yi thought she might drag things out a bit longer, but the female knight was more decisive than expected.

Min Ning had always been so decisive; it was him who hesitated too much.

Min Ning wiped her mouth with the handkerchief on the table, glanced back, and sarcastically said, "I knew you would get her."

Chen Yi blinked, unsure of how to respond to this.

"Ha, when you were protecting that widow in the Capital City, did you think I didn’t see?" Min Ning paused, stretched lazily, and relaxed her sore bones, "I’m not at all surprised she came over."

Chen Yi’s thick skin allowed him to avoid feeling ashamed.

Min Ning was rather helpless but had grown accustomed to it. She suddenly thought of Lin Wanxiao’s timidity last night, perhaps being of the same gender or perhaps due to a sense of duty, she couldn’t help but say, "Anyway, whichever girl you’ve attracted, you should treat her better—don’t be unfaithful, don’t neglect, don’t forget."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yi paused, looked incredulously at Min Ning.

Min Ning caught something in his gaze and couldn’t help but chuckle, "What, you think I’m uneducated?"

Of course, Chen Yi couldn’t nod, but having traveled through Jianghu, he realized Min Ning could indeed show off some literary prowess.

But what Min Ning said seemed true; he indeed lacked concern for Lin Wanxiao, causing her anxiety, easily swayed by Great Yin’s manipulations.

After tidying up the marriage document, Min Ning immediately stood up, saying, "I’m not staying in this room."

Chen Yi glanced at her and softly said, "I’ll stay a bit."

Min Ning asked puzzled, "Why?"

Chen Yi’s fingers intertwined slightly before he said, "Criminals usually return to the scene of the crime."

......

Yin Weiyin calculated slightly with her fingers, her fingertips quietly moving within her sleeves, sensing the mysterious flow of fate and karma.

Although the divinations were somewhat unclear due to the interference of fortune within the Prince Mansion, the indication of romantic fortune was unmistakable, and gradually she felt assured.

Indeed, last night’s events, though she wasn’t directly involved, were entirely her handiwork.

If she hadn’t first persuaded Qin Qingluo, then kept Min Ning, and advised Lin Wanxiao, if she hadn’t secretly moved things along, how could Chen Yi have enjoyed this fateful delight, embracing the most distinguished Vassal King of Southern Border, along with the female knight of Jianghu and the widow together in bed?

He ought to forever remember her favor.

Thinking like this, the bitterness that arose in her heart gradually dissipated like thin mist blown by the breeze, replaced by a sense of quiet satisfaction in her covert achievements.

Just like the days when she was a concubine, enduring temporary humiliation only to have Chen Yi serve her fervently in the underworld; today’s slight bitterness couldn’t compare to the past, as from now on, she was the First Lady.

Not to mention, among the worldly souls most obsessed with appearances, after this occasion, he’d need to rely more on her intervention; Yin Weiyin mused, planning slightly for the future, realizing he couldn’t be allowed to enjoy the company of the three women further, otherwise he wouldn’t focus on cultivation anymore.

Two at most at a time.

While her mind circulated these thoughts, her expression remained cloudless and serene.

However, the Donggong Ruoshu beside her paid no heed to these intrigues; the stupid girl still frowned, sighing at the plump Koi Carp in the pond, her small face full of worry.

"Oh..."

With a long sigh, her voice was filled with genuine concern.

Being a ghost had its woes; not being a ghost also had its troubles.

In the past, when she was a ghostly body, although drifting was inconvenient, it had its perks; for instance, she could distinctly smell the incense offered to her, though faint, it sustained her soul form, and sometimes served as a snack, especially during late nights when Chen Yi prepared night snacks she could eat heartily, providing small comfort in her ghostly life.

But now?

This body was flesh and blood, able to feel the chill of the morning breeze, see the vivid Koi Carp, hear Yin Weiyin’s cold voice... but she could no longer smell the incense, let alone have night snacks.

It seemed there would be no night snacks in the future.

Thinking of this, Donggong Ruoshu suddenly felt incredibly dejected. Having been a ghost, having tasted yang energy, she knew how unforgettable the flavor was. She touched her flat stomach, seemingly already reminiscing the fullness provided by the incense.

Looking at the pond filled with fat carp, Miss Donggong recalled the saying, "You are not a fish, how do you know the joy of fish," and felt the same sentiment.

Compared to Yin Weiyin’s complex and incomprehensible schemes, this was what truly worried her.

Yin Weiyin returned to herself, glancing at Donggong Ruoshu, who was still fretting over the pond; she was unfazed by the stupid girl’s inexplicable worries.

As long as she didn’t interfere with her plans, whether Donggong Ruoshu worried about not having food or clothing was irrelevant.

Though Miss Donggong had a charming figure, attracting many, Yin Weiyin neither envied nor resented her; aside from being the Taichua Goddess, proficient in the Supreme Forget Love Technique, detached from emotions and desires, not enslaved by worldly pains, Miss Donggong’s good body made her hard to love emotionally. If she herself occupied her body, perhaps Chen Yi would have long been enchanted, forgetting his responsibilities as a Golden Boy, alas.

Given Donggong Ruoshu’s state, Yin Weiyin did not expect their relationship to prosper.

The female crown adjusted her robe sleeves, carefully concealing the reassurance recently divined, once more adopting an aloof demeanor as though the brief moment of gain and loss had never occurred.

Now, it was time to reap the harvest.

Ignoring the worried girl behind her, she turned along the colonnade from where she came, heading unhurriedly towards the wedding room that held every bit of last night’s absurdities and allure.

The morning light grew brighter; shadows under the corridor fluctuated with her steps. Her pace steady, the wide sleeves of her Daoist robe swayed gently, stirring a faint breeze.

The slight disturbance due to Donggong Ruoshu by the pond was now completely calmed.

Approaching the wedding room, her aura seemed ever tranquil and composed.

The vermillion pillars reflected a peaceful shadow in her eyes; the eaves and green tiles carved an inevitable scene in her mind. Everything was under control, everything was expected. What kind of scene unfolded in that room? Was it weary slumber, silent in contrast, or had they begun to tidy up the chaotic mess within?

Thinking of this, Yin Weiyin’s lips curled subtly into a smile.

After this night, the three women must be in disarray; if she graciously swung open the door at the right moment, casting a cold glance, amidst the embarrassed cries of the naked ladies, smiling calmly, would there be an air of rising pure from mud?

"All because he longed for the secular world." After a brief smile, Yin Weiyin sighed softly, suddenly wondering whether her subtle sigh had sensed a hint of mystery.

Footsteps echoed softly within the empty corridor, unhurriedly, step by step, nearing the tightly closed room door.

Her demeanor grew ever calm, her strides showed no urgency, her emotions showed no turbulence, and she appropriately entered the door.

Immediately, the female crown halted suddenly,

Her expression slightly stiffened,

"...Husband, why are you alone in..."

"What do you think, Yin Weiyin?"