My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

"Qingluo, please allow my greed."

This sentence was light, yet like a stone cast into a deep pool, it rippled through Qin Qingluo’s heart.

She felt the cold touch of the golden hairpin in her hair, as if it carried the weight of the past, all the entangled and resolute stories contained within. She avoided Chen Yi’s overly heated gaze; his heroic profile was distinct under the candlelight, with suppressed shame and a faint hint of relaxation, which even she did not want to admit, intertwining with her tightly pressed lips and low-hanging snake-like eyes.

To allow his greed...

A whore is called so not because of heartlessness, but precisely because of excessive affection and greed. Qin Qingluo’s eyes flickered with the candlelight; he could be charming at times, yet the more he was so, the harder it was for one’s mind to settle, for the whore always wanted what he desired. Even on this already highly favored wedding night, he pushed further. She couldn’t help but think of the stories from the books, where the famous courtesan sought the prince’s wealth and glory yet ended up having the prince willing to forsake his wealth for her, enraptured by her.

The prince in the stories had wealth and glory, yet feared losing too much, so he dared not be overly passionate.

Thus, even though they reluctantly bid farewell last night, unable to leave, the next morning, the one beside the pillow was gone, possibly returned to singing on the Qinhuai River.

The melancholy in her heart was unresolved, her emotions were difficult to restrain. Qin Qingluo said nothing, her mind in turmoil, the golden silk of the python robe reflecting the candlelight. Chen Yi didn’t press, just quietly watched her, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the edge of the golden hairpin — this silence and waiting more powerful than a thousand words.

After silently pondering for a long time.

A muffled voice suddenly came from behind,

"All right, Chen Zunming, so you gave her and not me, huh."

Chen Yi turned around and said, "Didn’t you say you didn’t want it? I remembered."

Min Ning paused. On the eve of her departure from the Capital City, amidst the tender moments, she indeed said she didn’t want the hairpin; even such a small matter he remembered. She didn’t know whether to be angry or touched.

"When it’s our turn to marry, I’ll give you something better."

This was pleasing to hear, so the little bit of anger vanished silently, and Min Ning snorted coldly.

Qin Qingluo turned her head, pondering for who knows how long, finally coming to her senses, and said, "Release."

Chen Yi, hearing her calmed tone, withdrew the oppressive Sword Intent.

The Princess glanced at him but said nothing, merely raising her hand and exerting slight force on the festive python robe.

Bam.

The entire luxurious python robe, along with the golden threads embroidered within, was torn apart by the Qi Force.

The candlelight lingered on the Princess’s strong and beautiful body; she was undoubtedly a magnificent figure.

Even though her temperament was known, Chen Yi couldn’t help but gaze again, while Min Ning was utterly flabbergasted.

Suddenly regaining dominance, Qin Qingluo carelessly curled her lips into a smile, raising her hand to touch the golden hairpin in her hair.

Since Min Ning did not offend, since he was so sincere,

thinking so, sharing the bed with Min Ning was not that difficult to accept.

Consider it a reward, permit him once.

Moreover, the past... Qin Qingluo slightly pursed her lips, shook her head, and let the images of Aunt Zhu impressed upon her, smiling as she watched herself being forced to enjoy favors — if she could endure all those unbearable and chaotic pasts, then why not this?

"Heh." She nakedly scoffed coldly.

Fine, just treat it as enjoying this whore with Min Ning.

The Princess boldly stretched lazily, her chest broad and open, leaving Min Ning somewhat dizzy, subconsciously marveling that she was in no way inferior to her sister Min Ming.

What was she thinking at this moment, Qin Qingluo so grand, not inferior as expected... wait no, what comparisons was she making, she shouldn’t compare at all.

Qin Qingluo glanced at Min Ning, half-undressed in red, and said, "Min Yuechi, seems like we had a misunderstanding, this marriage contract, I could be your witness."

So easily, Min Ning was momentarily silent; after a while, she came back to her senses, "Ah..."

She regarded this matter heavily, also knew that asking for this on the wedding night was undoubtedly imposing, but a breath of anger was lodged in her heart, hence when she emerged from behind the screen, she appeared aggressive, only because there was no justification in her heart, requiring a force of compulsion.

And at that time, she deliberately avoided Qin Qingluo while she confronted Chen Yi.

Qin Qingluo agreed to her abruptly, leaving Min Ning taken aback.

"He said he married into the Prince Mansion under a false name; in the future, when your Min Family marries him, it should be under his real name. "

Qin Qingluo glanced at Chen Yi, thinking it better for her as a Vassal King to state than for this whore, then said:

"And tonight, just treat it as a revel, how about it?"

"...What kind of revel is this."

Min Ning’s words were awkward, still unfinished when Chen Yi approached; she felt very uncomfortable.

Already at this point, how could Chen Yi let her go, slowly saying: "Weren’t you standing up for Yin Luanhuang at the time, Yuechi, why not stand up again, the Prince alone cannot bear me."

Hearing this, Qin Qingluo sneered again but did not interrupt.

After hearing these words, Min Ning’s bold brows locked tightly, her heart filled with indescribable regret; she probably shouldn’t have opened this door then...

Qin Qingluo agreed with her, Chen Yi poured out his heart, confirming the love between them; most of the anger in her heart had dissipated, yet she felt at a loss, truly having to let them share the bed?

Min Ning was both angry and amused at the moment, still reluctant but seemed out of options; Chen Yi’s greedy, unapologetic eyes gazed back and forth. She knew his nature, had known it many years ago, known until now.