My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

The New Year approaches, and soon it will be December. Yin Weiyin wanders alone in the small courtyard, unable to help recalling the sights of the Capital City.

How are Father and Mother doing?

With a quick calculation, all seems well, and Yin Weiyin exhales with relief, yet quietly reproaches herself for still being so concerned with these mundane affairs.

It’s all Chen Yi’s fault, the common man. His infatuation with worldly matters makes him unwilling to detach himself, and thus prevents me from truly calming my heart.

With this thought, Yin Weiyin sighed to herself: When will I finally return to the right path?

Dual Cultivation truly cultivated was, yet he hasn’t followed me back to the mountains for seclusion, away from the affairs of Jianghu, too much attachment, unable to break free.

Thinking of this, knowing his stubborn nature which even nine bulls can’t pull back, forcing him is impossible, the female crown thought, but what if the woman he cares for also retreats to the mountains?

Thinking thus, Yin Weiyin dared not plan anything at present. With New Year approaching, soon to leave Southern Border, she becomes even more resolute, fearing another misstep.

Festive cheer for the New Year has already spread from outside the city to inside. Red and yellow lanterns have been hung around the corridors of Prince Mansion, with each doorway adorned with lucky knots. This morning, several maids came over to decorate and pay their respects. Yin Weiyin raised her brow slightly, seemingly not treated as a thorn by Qin Qingluo.

It’s hard to say whether this Princess is magnanimous, or if she is wise and knows who is the First Lady by Chen Yi’s side.

Since so, love for a house extends even to its crows; in the future when becoming Immortal, she doesn’t mind looking out for Qin Yue.

Of course, she can look out for her now as well.

Having cleansed herself spiritually by reading scriptures last night, Yin Weiyin intends to stroll around the Prince Mansion today and check on Miss Lin, and maybe touch the woman’s belly to see if there’s any progress.

As they say, speak of Cao Cao and he appears,

In the labyrinthine corridors, Yin Weiyin walks with light steps, her Daoist robe sleeves lightly swaying as she moves, pondering on seeking Lin Wanxiao, when two figures appear around the corner, the imposing Princess Qin Qingluo holding little Qin Yue’s hand, walking slowly towards her.

Yin Weiyin paused slightly, bowing formally, "Greetings, Prince. Greetings, little Princess."

Qin Qingluo stopped, her sharp snake-like eyes resting on her for a moment, her gaze deep and revealing no emotions, merely said, "Immortal Lady, no need for formalities."

It was little Qin Yue, unaffected by her presence, who curiously gazed at Yin Weiyin with her large bright eyes.

This sister in a Daoist robe, Qin Yue had seen a few times before, exuding a unique aura unlike others. She looked at the jade crown on Yin Weiyin’s hair, then at her spotless Daoist robe sleeves, tilting her little head and stammering, "Pretty, very pretty."

Children’s words were innocent and illogical, and Yin Weiyin hesitated slightly, soon responding with a gentle smile.

To children, a sudden appearance of an ethereal beauty is irresistible, and Qin Yue chuckled herself, saying, "Auntie smiled, auntie smiled."

Such an endearing child, Yin Weiyin lowered her eyes.

Qin Qingluo slightly pulled her daughter behind herself, looked at Yin Weiyin, and asked steadily, "Where is Immortal Lady heading to?"

Yin Weiyin raised her eyes, her gaze serene, "Just strolling, intending to visit Lady Lin."

Qin Qingluo nodded, saying, "During the year-end busy season, things are bustling in the mansion, Immortal Lady may do as she pleases."

With that, she was about to lead Qin Yue past Yin Weiyin.

"Where is Prince heading?" Yin Weiyin asked, her voice clear.

"It’s December, almost New Year, taking Yue’er to pay respects to the ancestors."

Qin Qingluo did not conceal anything, as she knew this female crown could not stir up trouble nowadays.

Despite Yin Weiyin’s turbulence in the World of Ignorance back then, with the Immortal Palace and Rainbow Light, in truth her realm was shallow, not skilled in deadly magic. Her momentary power was but illusion, even less threatening than Min Ning to Qin Qingluo.

She knew Min Ning had remarkably ascended to Fourth Rank in just a few years, despite having numerous lucky encounters, his natural talent and martial arts prowess were beyond ordinary.

So when hearing Min Ning intruded on a marriage robbery, even as the Southern Border’s Lord, Qin Qingluo momentarily lost composure.

Though today Qin Qingluo could stand toe-to-toe, in three to five years, despite her martial arts progression, she felt helplessly left behind.

"Is Immortal Lady in good spirits? It’s New Year, if Immortal Lady wants anything, just instruct the servants, I’ve already reminded them not to neglect you." Gathering her thoughts, Qin Qingluo said courteously.

The words were polite, yet Yin Weiyin sensed the subtle distance.

Her thoughts rose and fell, suddenly asking, "Has Prince recently noticed frequent strange occurrences around Yue’er?"

Qin Qingluo’s expression turned serious. She indeed heard her daughter complain of ghosts recently, which she dismissed as childish nonsense, but now that Yin Weiyin pointed it out, she became cautious.

"What does Immortal Lady mean by this?"

Yin Weiyin did not answer, but crouched down to look Qin Yue eye to eye, "Princess, have you had any unusual dreams lately?"

Upon hearing Yin Weiyin’s question, the curiosity on Qin Yue’s face was immediately replaced by hesitation and fear.

She instinctively moved closer to her father, tightly gripping Qin Qingluo’s clothes, her wide eyes fearfully glancing down the corridors, as if afraid the hidden things would overhear.

Children can’t keep secrets for long, holding back for a while, finally speaking with a voice as faint as a mosquito and tinged with sobs, "Ghost... Yue’er encountered a ghost..."