My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

The female crown’s face slightly changed, she instinctively glanced towards the direction of the warm room, then quickly withdrew her gaze, her mind suddenly chaotic. She could even feel her heartbeat skip a beat, the fingertips resting on the hairpin under the rough cloth headscarf felt a bit cold.

"I... I still have some chores yet to handle, not convenient to stay long." She dared not look at Donggong Ruoshu for another second, also didn’t care about the unfinished earnest teachings, her voice hurried and quickly whispered: "Miss Donggong, you... take care of yourself, make your decision early."

Before her voice had faded, she had hurriedly turned around, almost without pause in her steps, quickly walking along the path she came, her figure more obviously panicked than earlier, the hem of the wide maid’s dress barely rippling due to her hurried pace.

Donggong Ruoshu was stunned by her sudden farewell, watching the figure that almost could be described as fleeing in panic, she blinked in confusion, raised her hand intending to scratch her head, but recalling Yin Weiyin’s disdainful expression earlier, her hand halfway raised awkwardly put down.

"Why is Miss Yin walking so fast..." she muttered, her attention quickly caught by the increasingly loud shout with a crying tone from Qin Yue over at the warm room, "Really woke up just as Chen Yi predicted."

Donggong Ruoshu also didn’t bother to think deeply about Yin Weiyin’s anomaly, quickly turned around, like a nimble little fox, leaping to the moon gate beside the warm room courtyard within a few steps, arms akimbo, posing an obvious stance of barring the way, still pondering over Yin Weiyin’s advice for her to return to Western Jin earlier, only feeling her head in chaos, both longing for home and feeling unfinished matters here, caught in a dilemma.

.........

Come evening.

Behind the flower and bird screen in the warm room, Qin Qingluo held Qin Yue in her arms, the daughter’s little face resting on her chest, for some reason, she felt today this little... little rascal eating extra vigorously, comparable to her father.

Finally waiting for the daughter to eat and drink to satisfaction, Qin Qingluo had just tidied up her clothes, but saw that little face still hung with undried tears, long lashes wet, nose tip red, looking immensely aggrieved.

"What’s wrong?" Qin Qingluo lightly wiped the tear stains on her cheek with her fingertip, calmly asked: "Why still crying?"

Qin Yue sobbed, her little hands tightly clutching Qin Qingluo’s clothes, speaking with a crying tone: "Father... there... there are ghosts! Yue’er is scared!"

Ghosts?

Upon hearing, Qin Qingluo’s brow slightly furrowed indiscernibly.

What kind of place is Annan Royal Mansion? Setting aside the wards against evil spirits hanging everywhere, just the mansion’s structure itself is laced with arrays, every brick and tile has significance, normal phantoms could not possibly come close, not to mention wandering spirits, even accomplished Ghost Kings couldn’t possibly step silently into the mansion.

Her mind filled with suspicions, yet showed nothing on her face, just hugged her daughter tighter, asking: "Ghosts? Slowly tell father, what did you see?"

Qin Yue seemed to recall the scene then, her small body shrank again, tearful eyes gesturing: "Outside the warm room! A big sister... a scary big sister! Her... she’s so big there!" The little girl’s vocabulary limited, struggled to exaggerate a curve on her chest with little hands, face full of fear, "It’s the big nanny sister ghost! Appeared, looked... looked at Yue’er, Yue’er wanted to find daddy, she didn’t let Yue’er go! Scary!"

Big nanny sister ghost?

Qin Qingluo initially stunned, then reacted to what her daughter meant, a strange expression flashed across her face.

Perhaps the child just woke, mind chaotic, seeing wrong.

Even so, Qin Yue kept crying her grievances, Princess listening, the unsettled feeling due to "ghosts" quickly replaced by more familiar irritation.

Always regarded as an abomination, Qin Qingluo had never been good at being tender with her daughter, now seeing Qin Yue’s tearful appearance, felt somewhat at a loss, more impatient.

She stiffly extended her hand, patting her daughter’s back, the action somewhat rigid, tone carrying a nearly scolding coldness: "Stop crying, scared of what? In this mansion, with father here, what evil dares approach?"

Years of estrangement and deep-rooted prejudice prevented her from embracing her daughter tenderly like a normal mother would with gentle words of comfort.

However, Qin Yue vigorously shook her head, little face full of stubbornness, retorted tearfully: "No father! Father... father not mighty! Only daddy! Daddy will repel ghosts! Daddy is the mightiest!"

Childish words direct and sharp, Qin Qingluo’s snake-like eyes slightly narrowed, something pierced her heart.

Behind the screen, Chen Yi sat on the bed, unchanged expression, just slightly guilty.

At that time solely thinking of being intimate with the Princess, to avoid Qin Yue inadvertently interrupting, seeing something inappropriate, arranged Donggong Ruoshu to guard outside, unexpected this turned out.

Having Donggong Ruoshu play ghost was only a measure to get closer to his daughter, yet this measure used repeatedly became inappropriate... Chen Yi inevitably felt guilt for Qin Yue, forced to sigh, felt he truly failed as a father.

Alright, later must properly compensate Yue’er.

Thinking thus, Chen Yi decided, whatever Qin Yue demands in the future, he won’t refuse, but properly agree, considering Qin Yue still young, unaware, unlike the Little Fox easy to fool.

Not long after, Qin Qingluo carrying Qin Yue came out, the little one upon seeing Chen Yi, eagerly reached out calling for a hug, Chen Yi about to approach, Qin Qingluo slightly turned, handed Qin Yue to the wet nurse.