My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Perhaps due to past humiliating experiences, she sees Chen Yi more clearly, knowing that this treacherous rebel never changes his nature and would stoop to any means to achieve his ends.

In this regard, unlike Min Ning, after spending many days together, Qin Qingluo also vaguely noticed that the female knight often harbors a different kind of expectation toward Chen Yi. Thinking of this, the Princess curled her lips in a smile, the meaning indistinct.

Min Ning stared at Chen Yi, her pair of brilliant phoenix eyes exuding heroic spirit. She wasn’t unreasonable; indeed, she slowly calmed down, realizing that although everything’s root cause was related to Chen Yi, the mistake wasn’t his.

Yet rules are rules. Even so, she could not agree to such absurd matters, letting him get his wish in such a way.

"Chen Zunming, you can bring up those absurd matters, very well, I respect you as a man." Min Ning took a deep breath, slowly saying, "Since that’s the case, everything should proceed as usual, and today is your joyous occasion, I shouldn’t disturb it."

Simply finishing the words, the female knight suddenly stepped forward, intending to disappear in a flash, thus taking her leave.

Min Ning moved extremely quickly, like a ball of fire flying outward, stepping toward the door, intending to leave the wedding chamber for the two of them. A breeze arose, causing the candle flame beside her to flicker unsteadily.

However, a silhouette swiftly shadowed her, instantaneously blocking her path. Min Ning’s gaze collected, employing movement technique, she attempted to sidestep, but he always stuck close.

The hem of her clothes cut a sharp arc in the air, Min Ning tapped her toes and changed direction toward the nearest carved wooden window, thinking it better to find another way than to tangle at the doorway, she resolutely decided to twist abruptly, attempting to break through the window.

But the hand reaching for the window was suddenly grabbed and her wrist felt a sharp pain.

His movements were faster and more precise, as though he had already predicted all her routes.

Her wrist was firmly held by him, the force unyielding, Min Ning raised her head, her gaze slightly cold, asking, "What do you want to do?"

"Yue Chi," Chen Yi’s voice was low, exceptionally clear in the quiet wedding chamber, "The words haven’t been clarified, why the rush to leave?"

"Clarified?"

Min Ning tried to shake off his hand, only to be astounded that her efforts were futile.

After a moment, she stared fixedly at him, involuntarily sneering, "What’s left to say? I’ve heard enough of your absurd thoughts, do I need to stay to willingly allow your further absurdity and indulgence?"

Even faintly realizing Chen Yi might have improved a notch, Min Ning still had cold and piercing eyes, showing absolutely no sign of yielding.

Chen Yi’s gaze slightly lowered, just like in the Capital City, regardless of how he tried to pressure or entice, Min Ning was still Min Ning.

She could concede many steps for him, but could never bow her head.

The two were silent for a moment.

"Chen Zunming, have you ever thought, for such ridiculous thoughts, I would rather die than agree." Min Ning pronounced word by word.

Since their reunion, all along she had conceded countless steps for him.

Previously, she tolerated countless times, successively agreeing to his intentions, and made numerous concessions for this, admitting her affection for him, yet unwilling to cross the line, much less indulge his shamelessness.

And at this moment, the female knight had already decided; regardless of his sweet talk, she would not listen.

"Min Yuechi, then have you ever considered,"

Chen Yi took a deep breath, then slowly said:

"I said it not for absurdity, but to marry you."

Min Ning was suddenly startled.

These four words were like a heavy hammer, striking on her tense guard, echoing dully.

She had imagined countless of his possible arguments, whether it be sophistry, or continuing the twisted logic, even exerting pressure... but never anticipated such direct, and even somewhat clumsy words.

Not for absurdity, but for... marrying her.

The force on her wrist remained unbreakable, yet the temperature of his fingertips seeped through the skin, carrying a peculiar heat.

She raised her eyes to meet his, those eyes usually carrying a hint of teasing or depth, now astonishingly clear.

"You..." Min Ning opened her mouth, discovering her throat somewhat dry, "What nonsense are you talking..."

"I’m not spouting nonsense." Chen Yi interrupted her, his tone steady yet determined, "If it were merely for temporary pleasure, I have other means, why waste words here with you, even... exposing my heart, sharing all those unbearable thoughts with you?"

He exerted a little force, pulling her closer, close enough to see his own reflection in her eyes, feeling her slightly quickened breath caused by her emotional excitement.

"Yue Chi, I, Chen Yi, am no gentleman. I’m greedy, selfish, and my methods are not exactly honorable. This applies to you, to the Prince, and to everyone." He candidly admitted his shortcomings, yet his gaze didn’t waiver in the slightest, "This blessing of having both of you, I indeed desire. But this ’blessing,’ I want to enjoy it rightfully and legitimately."

"What nonsense are you speaking? I’m the one marrying you, not the other way around... The incense of the Min Family cannot be extinguished just like that..."

"Very well, today I’ll marry you, and when we return to the Capital City, you marry me. How about that?"

Upon hearing this, Min Ning laughed in anger, her phoenix eyes glaring at him, "You always have to be so domineering."

After saying this, she fell silent, and the bridal chamber was filled with an utter quietness, even the candle flames seemed to stop flickering.

Qin Qingluo stood up at some unknown time, quietly standing to the side.

She watched the confrontation between the two, seeing the unmistakable determination in Chen Yi’s eyes, then glanced at Min Ning’s side profile, a mix of shock, confusion, and a barely perceptible wavering, as the corners of her mouth curled into an ambiguous smile, deepening slightly.

Min Ning’s mind was in chaos, like beaded curtains scattered on the ground, not knowing how to gather them. After a long time, she suddenly sprang up, embarrassed and angry, struggling with all her might, "This is not my wedding."

Chen Yi did not let her go, still firmly holding onto her wrist. Min Ning’s hand trembled slightly in his palm, she tried to break free but found her arm somewhat weak.

Just at this moment,

Clap, clap, clap...

Three claps sounded. Turning her head, the Princess could be seen clapping lightly, slowly pacing around the table, a smile on her lips, "Wonderful, wonderful."

Min Ning slowly turned her head, and Chen Yi also turned his eyes to Qin Qingluo, just as he was about to speak.

Qin Qingluo approached, holding the wedding cups.

She handed the wedding wine in her hands to Min Ning.

Min Ning’s pupils slightly contracted, even though she didn’t understand its meaning, she sensed something from it,

The wedding wine brought before her, the clear liquid gently swaying in the cup, reflecting Min Ning’s face. She didn’t take it, she merely lifted her eyes, her sharp gaze piercing towards Qin Qingluo.

Qin Qingluo’s actions were completely unexpected to her.

With an indifferent arc at the corner of her lips that betrayed no emotion, Qin Qingluo glanced at the wine cup, her tone calm but carrying undeniable authority, "I am not like those treacherous villains, more willing to perfect others’ beauty. Min Yuechi, consummate with him."

It was as if she were discussing the most ordinary of matters, except within the depths of those snake eyes flickered an elusive darkness.

Min Ning was suddenly startled, almost doubting what she had heard. She instinctively asked, "Prince, do you not mind?" Only after speaking did she realize the inappropriateness, as if she herself was concerned about something.

"No, I do mind." Qin Qingluo answered crisply, pausing, those sharp snake eyes turned to Chen Yi, their gaze like a cold blade sweeping over, imbued with a warning and a barely discernible fatigue, "Thus, I will not stay here."

Chen Yi instinctively wished to evade her gaze upon her looking over, but that glance was too swift, too cutting. In that brief moment of contact, he read a certain indulgent helplessness and a trace of... sarcastic understanding from her seemingly calm and unruffled eyes.

This was a near-resigned relinquishment, she understood his greed, also observed Min Ning’s struggle, rather than leaving the three of them to remain in a stalemate here, it was better for her to break this deadlock.

Perhaps for Min Ning, or perhaps, for something more far-reaching.

His heart stirred slightly, he opened his mouth slowly, his voice deeper than usual, "After going out, how should we explain it?"

Qin Qingluo seemed to have planned beforehand, upon hearing this she even chuckled lightly, with a hint of nonchalant mockery, "And how else could we explain?"

She stretched lazily, the tall and imposing figure unfolded, an action that seemed casual yet due to her innate dignity appeared extremely convincing, "The new concubine entered the house, frail and inexperienced, fainted after a little exertion, leaving people disheartened."

Her gaze swept over Chen Yi and Min Ning, finally settling back on Min Ning’s still tense face, "Take your time, I don’t lack for a bridal night."

Upon finishing, she indeed did not cast another glance at either of them, turned around, and walked towards the door with steady steps.

The hem of the python robe softly dragged on the ground with a slight rustle, with a creak, the door was pulled open, and the cold night wind from outside poured in, causing the indoor candle flames to flicker wildly, casting changing light and shadows on Chen Yi and Min Ning’s faces.

Subsequently, the door was gently closed again, sealing the interior from the exterior.

Once again, only the two of them remained within the bridal chamber.

And, the wedding wine placed quietly on the edge of the table by Qin Qingluo.