My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

The anticipated scene of three women lying awkwardly and embarrassed did not appear.

The room was unexpectedly quiet.

The clothing fragments and overturned wine vessels scattered across the floor from last night’s revelry had been roughly tidied, though traces of the aftermath remained, permeating with a decadent scent, far from the unsightly mess she envisioned.

More importantly,

there was only one person in the spacious room.

Chen Yi sat alone at the edge of the bed, holding a tea bowl, his demeanor relaxed, even lazily.

At this moment, he slightly lifted his head, smiling at her.

Yin Weiyin’s heart skipped a beat.

Xiao Yin knew that his smile was particularly ominous, and Yin Weiyin, who often suffered, knew even more as a chill skittered up her spine.

Moreover, in her anticipation, Qin Qingluo, Min Ning, Lin Wanxiao... those three women were supposed to be here, either asleep, ashamed, or helpless, yet none were in sight!

Yin Weiyin came here to reap the spoils of victory, knowing that the indulgent frenzy at New Year left her struggling to get up for a long time the next morning...

But now, only Chen Yi was here.

Where did they go? Did they wake up and leave on their own? Or were they deliberately sent away early by Chen Yi?

Yin Weiyin suddenly felt uneasy,

all previous scheming, self-satisfaction, and the superior feeling of "hidden accomplishments" were abruptly replaced by a sense of alertness.

Oh no, she had entered the Dragon’s Lair!

Her throat felt dry, struggling to maintain composure as her voice involuntarily quivered, breaking the silence,

"...Husband, why are you alone..."

Chen Yi continued to smile without immediately responding, gently placing the teacup down, its base colliding with the tabletop with a crisp sound that felt sharply jarring in the overly quiet room.

Then, he slowly began to speak, his tone calm yet each word clear:

"What do you think, Yin Weiyin?"

He called her by full name.

Not by her courtesy name "Luan Huang," but by her full name "Yin Weiyin."

This utterance struck her ears, and the color in Yin Weiyin’s face quickly faded.

What happened last night...

Perhaps too many unexpected situations arose, causing Yin Weiyin to suddenly wonder if she made a misstep. She feigned calm as her steps slowly moved backward,

"...Just dropping by leisurely, seeing you well, calms my heart."

The more she called him husband, the more Chen Yi perceived her insecurity.

Different from the Little Fox’s pleading and flattering when calling him husband, the female crown’s proud nature rarely called out genuinely.

Yin Weiyin’s fingertips slightly trembled seeing Chen Yi yet to speak, she slowly said: "Since this is so, then I shall take my leave first..." As she spoke, Yin Weiyin attempted to exit through the doorway.

Thud.

Chen Yi tapped his finger lightly on the bed, neither hard nor soft, yet it startled Yin Weiyin, causing her to promptly say:

"Husband..."

"Do you have the audacity to say ’take leave first’?"

Chen Yi sneered, speaking slowly:

"Why don’t we carefully comb through everything, see where the thread begins and where the pulse lies?"

Last night, he barely managed to suppress the two women, a heartfelt conversation softened the two women’s hearts, but Lin Wanxiao’s sudden appearance nearly derailed everything before completion; if not for Qin Qingluo’s magnanimity persuading Min Ning, even if he truly shared a bed with three women, he would be resented for life.

Yin Weiyin felt her scalp prickling, guilty to the core, she quickly calculated on her fingers about Chen Yi’s night of voluptuous fortune, determining what went awry? The female crown’s voice shrunk as she said:

"Last night, was I not helping you soothe the Prince."

"After soothing the Prince, then what?"

"I... I still retained Min Ning."

"Both of them are Fourth Rank, Yin Weiyin, did you deliberately incite them to fight each other to mess with me?"

Yin Weiyin’s eyes widened, momentarily struck dumb, she indeed anticipated the two women would clash, otherwise, she wouldn’t have arranged for Lin Wanxiao to come.

She unwittingly pursed her lips, voice growing softer,

"How could I intentionally, if I truly intended, I would’ve fanned the flames long ago, I never wished for them to simply part from you, given it’s the night of marriage, hence I summoned Lin Wanxiao to accompany from aside for reconciliation..."

Chen Yi listened, his gaze growing colder, a slight suspicion extinguished; upon hearing, it was indeed Yin Weiyin scheming behind.

Reconciliation... such a flattering phrase.

Every time she said it so nicely.

"You knew they would clash, yet invited Lin Wanxiao over to add fuel to the fire, huh?"

Speaking, Chen Yi gradually stood up.

His movements weren’t fast, almost serene, but in the female crown’s view, like a shroud of dark clouds covering the sun, a shadow loomed.

Yin Weiyin’s pupils narrowed, almost instinctively, her toes subconsciously edging back half a step.

"I... I didn’t..." she attempted to defend.

Chen Yi ignored her feeble denial like a mosquito’s buzz, he stepped forward.

His steps were steady, landing silently, yet seemingly strummed on Yin Weiyin’s taut heartstrings.

Yin Weiyin’s breath caught, retreating a step, her back almost pressed against the cold door frame, fingers within sleeves clenched secretly, joints turning white.

"First persuading Qing Luo, letting her recall old feelings, also drawing me in..." Chen Yi’s tone leveled, advancing one more step.

Yin Weiyin retreated again, heel touching the threshold, no room to retreat, she felt cornered like a beast pushed to the cliffs, each revelation of her covert maneuvering seemed to pull out a rock beneath her feet.

"Then keeping Yue Chi, with ambiguous words, stirring up her discontent and old feelings, making her stay to face this humbling scenario..."