My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

The little fox has always been obedient and sensible, Chen Yi has never feared displeasing her. Even with Yin Weiyin, due to the immensely challenging nature of the Great Yin, he often harbored concerns, but rarely with the little fox. Occasionally, out of affection, he would not want her to feel uncomfortable, but that was not apprehension, just heartache.

So, even knowing that Yin Tingxue had misgivings towards him and Qin Qingluo’s daughter, he still let her write the letters for him. Now, reflecting a bit, he realizes she felt distressed inside.

Nowadays, a single sentence doesn’t really count as comfort. Chen Yi slowly walked over, gently hugged Yin Tingxue, and let her sit on his lap.

"Is it beautiful here...?"

At this moment, Yin Tingxue looked beyond the lake, gazing into the distance. These are the scenes of Yin Sword Mountain. Whatever Yin Sword Mountain is like, this place is like. Chen Yi cannot imagine more beautiful and magnificent scenes, nor create miraculous landscapes. If Sister Weiyang had such abilities, surely it would already be the Immortal Palace surrounded by clouds and mist.

However, Yin Tingxue thinks this is just fine. Yin Sword Mountain’s Cangwu Peak may be cold, but the cold has its own merits. The cold allows one to curl up in blankets within a room comfortably, doing nothing all day long. Too many splendid scenes would only bewilder one’s eyes.

Thinking this way, they as a couple indeed have some similarities.

"It’s beautiful, ah, if only..." Yin Tingxue paused for a moment, then slowly continued: "If only there was Yintai Temple..."

Chen Yi glanced at her.

Yintai Temple...Yintai Temple has long become an empty shell. What she mentioned is no longer there, everything has long changed. Yet, the girl still clings to the past, truly a girl living in the past.

"If you want Yintai Temple, we would have to return to the Capital City..." With that, Chen Yi glimpsed Yin Tingxue’s shining almond eyes.

He chuckled, then continued: "Not so soon, and... which Yintai Temple do you want, that one in the Capital City?"

The meaning was straightforward. He might as well imagine a Yintai Temple in his Heart Lake right now, but whether two Yintai Temples truly count as the same, Yin Tingxue naturally understood.

"That one in the Capital City... is that okay?"

"Yes."

Chen Yi agreed without hesitation, leaving Yin Tingxue a bit surprised.

"What’s wrong? Unhappy?"

"No, no," Yin Tingxue quickly replied, then thought for a while, softly asked: "Will we... return to the Capital City?"

Back then, leaving the Capital City was a thrilling experience. Every step couldn’t afford any mistake, so she thought it impossible to ever return again, even the cherished Yintai Temple would only remain in memories.

"Of course we’ll return," Chen Yi recalled someone, and coldly laughed, "Maybe even with the banner of rebellion."

Yin Tingxue’s eyes widened immediately, then she remembered the rebellious Princess and shrunk her neck saying, "How frightening..."

Chen Yi wants to be a rebel. Logically, as his wife, she ought to advise him for a good reputation of virtue and benevolence.

Thus, Yin Tingxue hesitated for a moment and said, "You... shouldn’t commit rebellion."

"I’m determined to rebel."

"Alright then, I can’t persuade you..."

Having advised him, and seeing he wouldn’t listen, Yin Tingxue refrained from advising further. Then she thought, how many people in the world even know she is his wife? Even if he truly listens to the advice, it wouldn’t seem to mean anything.

Having gone through so much, Yin Tingxue isn’t one of those sheltered jade maidens, concerning more about rebellion and insurrection, and having little affection for the Empress Dowager. When Xiangwang Mansion was confiscated, it was under the order from Jingren Palace.

At that time, the setting sun was low in the sky.

The horizon dyed a magnificent orange-red, the halo now not piercing but becoming mild and rich, casting long and mottled light beams through the fir trees on Cangwu Peak.

The small building was also bathed in the afterglow, between the wooden crevices seemed to flow fragmented gold, the cold tiles and wooden eaves coated with a warm golden edge, Cangwu Peak shone coldly golden.

Yin Tingxue quietly nestled in his embrace, her body wrapped in his broad sleeve and arm. Her back touched his chest, faintly feeling the warmth through the clothes.

"Chen Yi..." She softly called.

"Hmm?"

Chen Yi looked down, light shone through the Fir Forest, falling on Yin Tingxue’s slightly tilted side face, her long eyelashes tinted with a layer of fine gold dust.

Yin Tingxue seemed to have something to say, her lips murmuring. It took a while before she finally spoke:

"Chen Yi, you don’t need to intentionally be good to me."

"Hmm?"

"Just like usual would be fine," she continued, "Otherwise I’m not used to it, and others who see it may not be happy, like Sister Weiyang, like Sister Lin. Although they might not say it, in their hearts they won’t be happy."

"Ha, you really think for others," Chen Yi teased her soft little face, "I’m not deliberately being good to you. If I want to bully you in the future, I will."

She didn’t shake her head, nor nod, just blandly whispered an "Oh."

A while later, her face blushed slightly.

He nudged her.

Slightly adjusted her sitting position, but Chen Yi’s hand applied gentle force, embracing her tighter, intentionally teasing her, Yin Tingxue couldn’t outmatch him, had to obediently settle down, trying not to press close.

Watching her small demeanor, Chen Yi couldn’t help but let out a low laugh, a slight tremor coming from his chest. He pinched her hand placed on his knee, fingertips cold, then warmed it in his palm.

"Relax," he said in a slightly nonchalant tone, yet subtly assured, "Am I someone heartless and merciless, which woman with me do I not like?"