My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

He closed his eyes, did not move, seemingly savoring, or perhaps allowing himself to continue sinking in this bridal chamber filled with feminine aura and the lingering charm of last night.

"Awake?"

Qin Qingluo’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

Chen Yi turned his face; her eyes directly stared at him, while his hand still rested on that place, naturally feeling a bit timid, but in the end, with audacity born of desire, he squeezed forcefully before withdrawing.

Qin Qingluo frowned slightly, took a deep breath, but ultimately tolerated this rogue’s offense.

"Qingluo... you woke up so early?" Chen Yi asked softly, tentatively.

"Do not call me by my name."

"...Prince." Chen Yi called respectfully, yet his hands behaved mischievously, wrapping around her waist, fingers wandering over her skin.

Qin Qingluo was disdainful of his minor actions, she pushed away his hand, slowly got up, and searched for new clothes.

The bridal chamber was arranged and managed by the Prince Mansion’s main wife, Zhu E, and after their wedding, both the newlyweds had new clothes.

Qin Qingluo was barefoot, stepping over the scattered garments and fragments on the ground, walking towards the corner of the room where the rosewood wardrobe stood.

Her tall and strong silhouette stretched in the morning light, last night’s marks on her skin became more apparent as her muscles moved, she opened the wardrobe door, inside neatly folded new clothes were stacked, she picked up the garments, and moved behind the screen.

Chen Yi watched her movements, he also slowly sat up, rubbed his slightly swollen temples, his gaze unconsciously followed Qin Qingluo.

When Qin Qingluo emerged from behind the screen, Chen Yi’s breath couldn’t help but hitch.

She was actually dressed in a wedding gown.

The wedding gown obviously wasn’t prepared for her frame, wearing it made her appear somewhat restrained, the bright red satin tightly hugged her body, the fabric stretched over her arms, outlining muscular lines, the golden thread embroidered phoenix pattern on her chest slightly distorted, as if about to burst open with life at any moment.

Qin Qingluo ignored Chen Yi’s obvious shock; her expression was calm, even carrying a trace of her usual authority, she raised her hand and casually tossed a male wedding robe towards Chen Yi’s direction.

The dark robe with embroidered python, fell upon the embroidered quilt, contrasting sharply with the chaotic surroundings.

At this moment, even if Chen Yi weren’t too bright, he instantly understood Qin Qingluo’s intentions.

Chen Yi opened his mouth, his Adam’s apple moving slightly, he reached out and picked up the python robe belonging to Qin Qingluo, hastily slipped it onto himself.

The male wedding attire fit his shape but not his size, upon closer inspection it was a bit loose.

"Here, you and I should bow once more."

Qin Qingluo spoke, without turning back, slowly replaced the burnt-out red candle, lighting it again with a fire flint.

Chen Yi nodded gently, stepped in front of her, stood facing each other, and slowly bent his knees.

Both were clad in new clothes, bride and groom.

Thus, husband and wife bowed to each other.

After the ceremony, they straightened up, their gazes meeting once more in the warm glow of the red candle, each feeling a sense of timelessness yet a settling of dust.

The saying "the sun of the couple’s palace transforms into obstruction, the marriage is real but nameless," seemed, at that moment, truly to dissipate in this silent yet more weighty than Taishan bow, transforming into the curling blue smoke rising from the red candle.

............

In another part of the Prince Mansion, a quiet figure leisurely walked along the winding corridor.

After arranging numerous matters last night, Yin Weiyin sat in meditation, waiting for the dust to settle, and now as dawn broke, she strolled casually through the morning serenity of the Annan Royal Mansion.

Her gray-blue Daoist robe should have been out of place amidst the mansion’s ornate beams and elaborate paintings, but her demeanor was exceptionally tranquil, her steps light, as if merging with the surrounding scenery.

The sky grew brighter, morning light blooming, soft golden hues fell onto the courtyard, dew adorned the tips of green grass like scattered jade, refracting sparkling beams, rockery became distinct under the light, moss moistly enhanced its greenness, the pool water clear, a few koi lazily swayed their tails, creating ripples, pebbles at the bottom clearly visible.

Yin Weiyin continued her unhurried stroll, her gaze calmly sweeping over pavilion and kiosk, flower and tree.

Previously, she thought this Prince Mansion, though lavish and grand, always carried a touch of Southern Border’s vulgarity and craftsmanship, each scene seemed meticulously arranged, beautiful yet lacking natural harmony.

But today, perhaps her mood was different, or maybe the dawn was too pure, she unexpectedly perceived a unique elegance from it.

In the clarity, there seemed to be spiritual energy of mountains and rivers.

She gently exhaled a breath, and in the distance, the faint chirping of early birds was crisp and pleasant, further accentuating the deep serenity and quiet elegance of the courtyard.

All of this was utterly different from the feelings of the past few days. Was it because of this morning light? Or because that ridiculous marriage had already been concluded? Or could it be... her own heart, now cleansed by the morning light like the courtyard, shedding its dust to become transparent?

Yin Weiyin’s lips involuntarily curved into a very faint smile.

She did not think deeply but continued to stroll, taking in the renewed scenery along with the rare tranquility, storing it both in her sight and her heart.

Such rare peace in days should indeed be treasured.

However, after not wandering for long, Yin Weiyin’s steps came to a halt, and those clear eyes became restless.

Donggong Ruoshu squatted by the pond, watching the koi carp swim back and forth in the water.

Though how this stupid girl returned to her body was unknown, it presumably had something to do with that Ming Venerable of Chen Yi’s. Yin Weiyin observed her from afar, even while she squatted, her figure was so graceful, full where it should be full, slender where it should be slender.

Yin Weiyin felt a bit strange inside.

For a time, she had possessed Miss Donggong’s body, and because of this, she often regarded it as another of her own bodies. Moreover, she knew which part of the stupid girl would first blush, which part would go soft with a little force, and which part would be sensitive no matter how slow-witted, like a reflex when the knee is tapped with a stick, or a bird flutters upon falling into water... These were things even Chen Yi didn’t know.

Miss Donggong’s body was undoubtedly excellent, and even as a woman, Yin Weiyin appreciated it. Yet, everything has its nemesis, and being around this stupid girl never seemed to bring anything good.

Thus, after one glance, she intended to walk away.

At that moment, Donggong Ruoshu happened to turn her head, saw her, and bounced up, waving, "Immortal Lady Yin!"

When she bounced up, her chest also bounced up.

Yin Weiyin slightly furrowed her brows. Not showing a face wasn’t proper, so she approached slowly, "Miss Donggong, you returned?"

"Mm-hmm." Donggong Ruoshu nodded, without giving much explanation, instead asking, "Immortal Lady Yin, I was watching the fish, what are you doing?"

"I... was just wandering around."

Having previous experiences, Yin Weiyin naturally didn’t dare reveal any thoughts to this stupid girl, as Donggong Ruoshu had a big mouth and spoke without reservation.

At the thought, Yin Weiyin was about to dismiss it with a few words.

Unexpectedly, the stupid girl was surprised after hearing that:

"Just wandering around? Your husband got married today, and you’re just wandering around?"

The female crown’s expression froze.

"Are you not doing anything?" Donggong Ruoshu was full of curiosity, always feeling Yin Weiyin must have done something.

However, ultimately, the female crown was skilled at maintaining composure, silently reciting the Supreme Forget Love Technique. Yin Weiyin said lightly, "He and I are like a golden boy and jade girl; I seek immortality wholeheartedly, and am not much concerned with these mundane marriages."

Donggong Ruoshu was full of suspicion. If that were true, why did Yin Weiyin behave as she did during the Capital City’s marriage? But the stupid girl reconsidered, thinking perhaps it was some kind of cultivation method.

The stupid girl generally didn’t think too ill of people.

Yin Weiyin, harboring secrets, deliberately added, speaking with a calm tone, "Surely he... enjoyed a night of blessings."

As she spoke, Yin Weiyin sighed inwardly, all within her grasp.

Everything as expected, playing within her palm, Yin Weiyin’s lips curled slightly, a hint of satisfaction not rising, yet a peculiar feeling, an indescribable ache, arose in her heart. Her husband’s enjoyment now only meant the household lady lost, didn’t it?

If not for a single mistake earlier, her place as First Lady wouldn’t be unstable, and now she wouldn’t need to play tricks and mediate, pushing one beauty after another towards him.

But this time...

Yin Weiyin calculated with her fingers, the divination was blurry, but indeed it was a rare grand blessing.

The matter was concluded.

As the dust settled, Yin Weiyin slowly exhaled a breath, and immediately steadied her mind.

After this time, she would surely return to the position of First Lady.

And after this time,

she would not allow Chen Yi to have such blessings again.