My enemies became my companions

Chapter 644 A Deadly Question (Bonus Chapter 4 Combined)

Chen Yi returned to the courtyard, pushed open the door, and casually hung the lantern under the porch, its dim yellow light swaying in the wind.

"Ugh……"

A soft sigh came from behind without warning.

Chen Yi didn't stop walking. He went straight to the stone table in the courtyard, sat down, and poured himself a cup of cold tea. He was already numb to Donggong Ruoshu's elusive way of appearing and disappearing, and didn't even bother to look back.

Donggong Ruoshu regretted that he hadn't seen her alluring gaze, but then she realized that she was alluring enough, and the fault clearly wasn't hers.

"Is that pool really useful?" Donggong Ruoshu emerged from the shadows, circling the stone table, and asked curiously, "I promised you such a big secret, how come you didn't feel anything at all?"

She stopped in front of Chen Yi, leaned closer to examine his eyes carefully, as if trying to find the slightest clue.

Chen Yi slowly sipped his cold tea, looked up and said, "No."

Donggong Ruoshu's shoulders slumped completely as she floated to the stone bench opposite him, looking very dejected.

Looking at her like this, Chen Yi felt a strange sense of relief, which quickly turned into deeper doubt.

This silly girl... the commotion she made when she made the wish was so great, the pool water churning and the runes flashing, clearly no small matter, so why is she completely unresponsive to this "seductive" wish? Is it a problem with the wish itself? Or perhaps it has already taken effect, but they just don't know it?

Various thoughts floated through his mind. Although Chen Yi had desires for this silly girl, he never had much affection for her. She was too wise to pretend to be foolish. If they really had a relationship, he would be willing to take responsibility for it. But Donggong Ruoshu was a ghost, and even that possibility was erased.

“Miss of the Eastern Palace,” Chen Yi put down his teacup, thought for a moment, and said, “You are so determined to seduce me. Besides repaying the Empress Dowager’s kindness, do you also have your own selfish motives?”

If the silly girl denies it, he can easily refuse.

Upon hearing this, Donggong Ruoshu raised her head, a moment of confusion flashing in her clear eyes, before she nodded frankly: "Yes!"

Chen Yi blinked, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Oh? What ulterior motive?"

“Because…it’s very interesting.” Donggong Ruoshu’s eyes suddenly lit up, and her previous dejection vanished. “Don’t you think? It’s very interesting with Princess Xiang, very interesting with Princess Jing, and very interesting with many other women.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Yi was speechless for a moment. The words he had prepared were stuck in his throat. He really couldn't keep up with her train of thought and didn't know how to answer.

“It seems there’s no woman in this world you can’t have, so I was thinking, wouldn’t it be more interesting if I seduced you?” the Eastern Palace lady said matter-of-factly.

Looking at her innocent yet stubborn appearance, Chen Yi felt a sudden surge of inexplicable emotion mixed with his helplessness.

He leaned forward slightly, exuding a subtle yet dangerous aura, and slowly asked:
"Miss Donggong, what if... I mean, what if... what if I were truly seduced by you and wanted to... take our fake relationship for real?"

The silly girl's eyes widened for a moment, and she hesitated for a second.

"Fake...to real?" She repeated these four words, her clear eyes filled with confusion and a hint of... helplessness.
“That’s right. You should know that even if you are a soul, Yin Weiying has a method for soul fusion, so it’s not difficult to make a fake act real.”

She tilted her head and thought about it seriously for a while, then said, "Then I'll refuse you again."

"What if you have no choice but to agree?"

The young lady from the Eastern Palace blinked blankly.

"Miss Donggong, aren't you afraid I might actually do it?"

After a while, the young lady from the Eastern Palace said seriously, "Don't be afraid, I have my master's sword intent within me, it's in my soul."

Chen Yi lowered his eyes and said, "Then why didn't you use it when you got married?"

"Back then I was afraid of killing you with one sword, but now I'm not afraid anymore. Now I can only wound you."

Chen Yi was speechless for a moment. He really wanted to teach this ignorant and foolish girl a lesson, but even a skilled cook can't cook without rice. The foolish girl had now become a spirit, but his magic was inadequate, and he didn't have many tricks to deal with spirits.

If she had a physical body, just looking at melon seeds would be enough to make her back down.

Arguing with this silly girl is just asking for trouble.

"I'm going to wash up and go to bed, don't bother me."

Having said that, he stood up, not even glancing at Donggong Ruoshu who was still floating on the stone bench, and walked straight into the house.

After a quick wash, the cold water seemed to quell some of the restlessness in his heart, but somehow, deep within him, a nameless fire was slightly ignited by the silly girl's words. Chen Yi lay down fully clothed, closed his eyes, and tried to banish these thoughts from his mind one by one.

Exhaustion and mental fatigue eventually prevailed, and before long, Chen Yi's breathing became even and long, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Moonlight streamed through the window lattice, casting cool, dappled patterns on the ground.

There was silence in the house.

Suddenly, a semi-transparent figure silently floated out of the shadows. Donggong Ruoshu, who had been waiting for a long time, hovered by the bedside, curiously looking at the sleeping Chen Yi.

His brows were slightly furrowed, and even in his sleep, he looked unapproachable.

but,

"He's a tsundere..."

She didn't understand before, but now Donggong Ruoshu understands what "tsundere" means—even though he speaks coldly to her, he still prepares a late-night snack for her.

The mouth is cold, but the yang energy is hot.

The young lady from the Eastern Palace involuntarily lowered her gaze.

Chen Yi was wearing loose-fitting pajama bottoms...

She hadn't absorbed any yang energy in a long time, and now her eyes were shining with a sharp light.

The silly girl wiped away non-existent drool.

Then, she slightly opened her mouth...

Chen Yi visibly shivered slightly, frowned in his sleep, but remained fast asleep.

After all, the silly girl had no ill intentions; she just wanted a late-night snack.

Seeing that he was still asleep, Donggong Ruoshu did not want to wake him. After a while, she leaned down again and began to suckle deeply.

breathe--

breathe--

In the quiet room, only Chen Yi's even breathing could be heard, and... the barely perceptible inhalation of a certain female ghost as she struggled to "eat".

………………

Two days later, at Xiemaping, at the gambling den.

The familiar hustle and bustle, the smell of sweat, and the strong fragrance of the maids coming and going mingled together. The steward was rapidly calculating his share of the month on his abacus.

When Chen Yi appeared at the door, the sound of the abacus paused. The steward glanced at him with a hint of surprise and uncertainty, but the man ignored the steward and went straight to the private room at the back, pushing the door open and entering.

Yan Kan was sipping his water pipe, squinting as he pondered. He looked up at the sound, and when he saw who it was, his lazy expression froze instantly, his pupils contracted, and he even forgot to puff on his water pipe.

...You came back alive?
"Oh? Brother Chen... Brother Chen?" Yan Kan put down his water pipe and put on a smile, but the surprise and doubt in his eyes lingered. "What a rare guest! I thought you... uh, that you'd cut ties completely? Please, have a seat!"

Chen Yi didn't sit down, but stood at the door. His face looked even more gloomy and tired than when he left, and the hem of his robe seemed to still have dark stains that hadn't been washed off.

He smirked and said, "Thanks to Boss Yankan, I almost really 'cut ties' with him. I almost lost my life transporting some local goods for you."

"What do you mean by that?" Yan Kan feigned surprise, but inwardly he felt a chill.

"What did you say?" Chen Yi sneered, his voice not loud, but carrying a chilling coldness. "You sent me to my death, and you're asking me what I said? If I hadn't run away in time, I would have been dead there. Boss Yan Kan, I ran errands for you and almost lost my life at the hands of the barbarians. How do you plan to settle this score?"

Yan Kan's smile faltered.

He quickly weighed the options. This person had managed to return alive, so he must have some insight and vigilance, and he was also quite resilient. Now he was even swaggering over to settle scores, so it seemed those people weren't really determined to kill him. What had happened was anyone's guess...

He didn't immediately think that Chen Yi had killed all four of them. Someone who could fight four people at once and escape unscathed was already the ace of the Prince's Palace's Zhige Division, famous throughout Nanwei. Why would he gamble away his entire fortune here?

Therefore, the most likely explanation is that they see him as a valuable asset and deliberately sent him back...

"Oh dear, a misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding!" Yan Kan slapped his thigh, stood up, and looked extremely guilty. "Brother Chen, those barbarians are uncivilized. Who knows what they're up to! I swear to God, I just wanted you to familiarize yourself with the roads and, by the way... hehe, see if there are any other ways to make money. Who would have thought they'd dare to mess with the Zhigesi people? They've really gone too far!"

As he spoke, he observed Chen Yi's expression. Seeing that his eyes remained cold, his mind raced.

"Alright!" Yan Kan gritted his teeth, pulled out a heavy money bag from the side, opened a drawer and took out a stack of silver notes, and pushed it in front of Chen Yi. "Brother, you've been frightened. These two hundred taels of silver, plus a thousand taels of silver notes, are to calm your nerves and apologize! We'll have many more opportunities to cooperate in the future."

Chen Yi's gaze lingered on the pile of money for a moment, and his expression seemed to soften slightly. He weighed it in his hand, put it in his pocket, and said indifferently, "Boss Yan Kan is quite generous."

Seeing that Chen Yi had accepted the money, Yan Kan felt a great weight lifted from his shoulders, and his smile returned to its warm tone. "It's only right, it's only right! Brother Chen is a man destined for great things, and I'll have to rely on you in the future. Come on, come on, I'm sure I'm on a winning streak today, want to play a few rounds?"

People who can be appeased with money are not difficult to deal with. Yan Kan has no shortage of money, so this deal is not a loss. In fact, Chen Yi's ability to escape unscathed further proves his value and makes him worthy of being approached and valued.

"No problem, no problem."

Chen Yi tossed the money pouch around in his pocket.

...............

For several days in a row, this newcomer to Zhigesi seemed to be completely immersed in the decadent atmosphere of the gambling den. He spent lavishly, was surrounded by the most alluring women in the gambling den, won more than he lost, and was riding high.

Yan Kan saw this and was delighted. He even secretly instructed his croupiers to let Chen Yi "win more." The more he gambled, the more he got hooked, and the more he got hooked, the more he gambled. He had seen too many people like this, and Chen Yi was one of them.

The gambling den temporarily closed, and Chen Yi swung his hand back to collect the chips on the table.

"Brother Chen's luck is on fire!"

Yan Kan approached with a wine glass in hand, beaming.

"There's a small matter I need to trouble you with again, brother."

Chen Yi pushed aside the beautiful woman next to him and glanced at him sideways: "Oh? Another gift?"

“Yes, yes, yes!” Yan Kan lowered his voice. “It’s the same group of friends as last time. Two elders are going to the same place again. This time, they know the route better and it’s safer! Brother, you just need to escort them to the designated location. Just like last time, turn a blind eye and let them get through smoothly. After it’s done, this is the amount!” He made a gesture, even more tempting than last time.

Chen Yi remained silent for a few moments, then said, "Okay."

It was still a desolate mountain road amidst wind and snow.

Two heretical elders, shrouded in heavy black robes, walked silently under Chen Yi's "escort," the atmosphere as oppressive as frozen air.

We reached a steep pass, where the wind howled.

Chen Yi suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" one of the elders asked warily, his voice hoarse.

Chen Yi slowly turned around, without answering, but simply raised his hand.

The sword energy was silent.

A flash of cold light appeared and then disappeared.

Two heads, shrouded in black robes, rolled onto the cold snow, frozen in shock, their blood quickly spreading into two glaring red flowers on the white snow.

Chen Yi didn't even glance at the corpse before turning and disappearing into the snowstorm, leaving behind only a mess, the blood quickly concealed by the wind and snow.

.........

"Brother Chen, has the person been delivered?"

"It's delivered. This time it was much simpler."

"Did I rip you off, bro?"

"Brother, you're a true friend!"

"Hey, how about you call me loyal? I've been making money here for so long, loyalty is my duty. My whole goal is to help my brothers make money. Here, take this!"

"This is too much..."

"Take it!"

"From now on, even if the goods are seized or the people are arrested, I, Chen Ming, will never drag you down with me. In the world of gangsters, what matters is morality!"

"You're being too polite. Even if you drag me down with you, I will never say a bad word about you."

"Brother!"

"Brother!"

...............

some day.

The hustle and bustle of the gambling den was interrupted by a series of heavy, suppressed footsteps.

Three figures dressed in strange black outfits and wearing ferocious metal masks appeared like ghosts.

They exuded a cold, bloody aura, completely out of place in the smoky, chaotic atmosphere of the gambling den.

The manager was startled and hurriedly nodded and bowed, leading the group to a quiet private room to see Yan Kan.

The masked man at the head of the group spoke in a voice as cold and sharp as metal scraping: "Yan Kan, headman." Yan Kan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly stood up, his face plastered with a fawning smile: "Your Excellency! What brings you here? Please, have a seat!"

The masked man immediately took his seat, and Yan Kan served tea to the group with both hands before sitting down opposite them.

"Good tea, the people of Yankantou have good taste."

"Oh, thanks to your kindness, otherwise I wouldn't be able to enjoy such good tea." Yan Kan responded eagerly, "It's all thanks to you, it's all thanks to you. How about we play a round or two later?"

"No need to play. I just happened to be passing by and wanted to ask a couple of questions."

"What's so special about asking on the way? Is it that the tribute money for this year needs to be increased again?" Yan Kan still had a smile on his face, but his heart was bleeding.

The masked man shook his head. Yan Kan breathed a sigh of relief, then asked with a question:

"So, what is it?"

“You’ve always been capable and rarely make mistakes, but lately…” the masked man paused and said, “The elders you’ve escorted several times haven’t returned yet. Do you have any clues?”

Yan Kan frowned and asked in return, "Then, envoy, do you have any clues?"

After asking the question, he belatedly paused, realizing what was happening.

His smile vanished instantly, cold sweat pouring down his face. He stammered, "Seven...seven people? They're all...still late? Impossible! There can't be too many people passing through. I always send the most reliable people to handle this. This...this..."

"Reliable?" Another masked man let out a cold laugh like an owl, catching something in Yan Kan's expression, his voice revealing a hint of murderous intent, "None of the seven of us have come back."

“But they did manage to get them across the border every time! I had someone on my end checking,” Yan Kan replied. “There might be some misunderstanding here! Maybe something went wrong on the way…”

"Don't panic, you are loyal, we are not here to make things difficult for you."

Yan Kan regained his composure after his earlier loss of composure, chuckled a few times, and then said, "Rest assured, gentlemen, I will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly and give you a preliminary explanation later."

After saying that, he stood up and said, "I'll send someone in right now to ask him. Tell him to come in and get the money. I want to get to the bottom of this."

Boom, boom, boom!

A sudden knock sounded at the door. Yan Kan smiled apologetically and said, "Oh, no need to call out. It's obvious you lost the bet."

After saying that, he opened the door.

The moment the figure stepped inside, Yan Kan shouted, "Who gave you permission to bang on the door? Don't you have any manners?!"

"Snapped!!"

He had barely finished speaking when he was slapped hard across the face. After a moment of stunned silence, he was filled with rage and about to yell at her when he was slapped again.

Yan Kan took two steps back, stunned by the blow, and fell to the ground with a thud.

“The Zhige Division is handling the case,” Chen Yi said, raising the waist token in his hand. “I hope Brother Yan won’t be out of touch with reality.”

Yan Kan's eyes widened, he froze on the spot, his blood rushed to his head, and he fainted instantly.

Chen Yi slammed the door of the private room shut, shutting out the noise from the gambling den outside. Under the dim light, he casually kicked Yan Kan's unconscious body into a corner.

His intrusion caused a huge stir, like a stone thrown into still water.

The three masked men who had been sitting upright suddenly sprang to their feet.

Beneath the cold metal mask, his gaze was fixed intently on Chen Yi, as if it were a physical object.

The air in the private room suddenly froze.

The masked man at the head was the tallest and most imposing. He drew a strangely shaped weapon from behind his back. It was not an ordinary sword or knife, but a dark metal bone flute nearly five feet long. The thin man on the left reached to his waist and ten iron darts that shimmered with a dark green light appeared between his fingers. The masked man on the right drew a pair of heavy curved swords from his waist.

Three distinct yet equally deadly killing intents, like three invisible nets, instantly enveloped Chen Yi.

Chen Yi's clothes fluttered without wind, and his invisible sword intent flowed like mercury, precisely and domineeringly cutting into the three surrounding killing intents, actually carving out a space of his own in the airtight killing formation.

His expression remained indifferent; he didn't even glance at the three masked men who looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Chen Yi casually picked up a clean teacup, lifted the teapot, and poured boiling tea into the bowl, making a slight but unusually jarring sound.

He picked up the teacup, brought it to his lips, gently blew on the steam, and then slowly sipped it.

Chen Yi put down his teacup without even lifting his eyelids, and uttered a single word indifferently, "Sit."

It was as if he were inviting the three of them to be guests.

The three masked men were momentarily taken aback. Although their killing intent had not diminished, their movements involuntarily stopped. They exchanged a glance. How dare this person be so arrogant in the face of the three of them surrounding them?

"Who are you? What are your intentions?" The masked man leading the group, holding a bone flute, spoke in a cold, metallic voice, breaking the silence. He did not sit down; the tip of the bone flute remained pointed at Chen Yi's vitals.

"I heard them arguing inside," Chen Yi said calmly, "so I came in to check it out."

"Hmph, playing tricks!" The irritable masked man wielding two swords roared angrily, "Speak! Where are our people? Where have you taken them all?"

"People?" Chen Yi's gaze swept over the three people. "Dead."

"What?" The three masked men were speechless at the same time. Even through the masks, their shock and anger were palpable, and their killing intent grew stronger.

“They’re all dead.” Chen Yi’s tone was as if he were stating a trivial matter. “On the snow-capped mountains, by the passes, in the forests… your heads are scattered all over the ground.”

"You're asking for death!" The masked man with two swords could no longer contain himself and roared as he lunged forward, but the leader with the bone flute blocked him with a sweep of the flute.

"Wait." The masked leader stared intently at Chen Yi. "Why...why do you want to be our enemy?"

"To be enemies?" Chen Yi chuckled lightly. "You think you're worthy?"

"who are you?!"

After a moment, the man uttered a few words clearly, one by one:

"Former commander of the Western Depot, Chen Yi."

As soon as the words were spoken, all three of them trembled violently, their pupils contracting to their maximum size beneath their masks.

In an instant, all the previous doubts were answered: why did those seven people disappear without a trace... Against this person, let alone those seven, even the three of them might not be his match at this moment... An unprecedented chill instantly rushed from the tailbone straight to the top of the head.

The private room fell into a deathly silence.

After a long while, the masked man at the head swayed almost imperceptibly, as if regaining a bit of composure. He noticed that although Chen Yi's sword intent was overwhelming, he... did not reveal any further killing intent...

"Commander Chen... Commander Chen." He switched to a more respectful title, the tip of his bone flute unconsciously lowering slightly. "May I ask... why? Why did you kill my Divine Cult elder?"

Chen Yi put down his teacup, his fingertips lightly tracing the rough rim, and said calmly:

"Killing a few henchmen is naturally to attract the attention of you... managers."

"To attract attention?" The masked man wielding two swords shuddered at the thought of using seven lives as a stepping stone.

The masked leader raised his hand to stop his companions' agitation, staring intently into Chen Yi's eyes, trying to discern the truth from falsehood: "What do you mean by this, Commander Chen? We don't understand."

“You,” Chen Yi leaned forward slightly, his gaze sweeping over the three of them, “are you the so-called ‘heretics’ of the divine cult?”

"Heretics?" The masked leader paused for a moment, then let out a low, hoarse laugh. "Ha... In the eyes of those false believers, we are indeed... heretics!"

His voice carried a suppressed resentment and a twisted pride.

“That’s right.” Chen Yi’s voice was completely calm. “The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Even if he isn’t, we can at least talk.”

"The enemy of the enemy?" The masked leader astutely grasped the key point. "Who is Commander Chen's enemy?"

"King of Annam." When Chen Yi uttered these three words, his tone was as indifferent as if he were saying an unimportant name, but the temperature in the private room seemed to drop a few degrees.

"The King of Annam?" The masked man at the head of the group was momentarily speechless.

This answer was unexpected, yet reasonable. The Annan Prince's Mansion had controlled the entire Nanwei for over three hundred years, and even the local chieftains suffered greatly under its tyranny. Given the infamous reputation of this former commander of the Western Depot, it was not impossible for him to have formed a deadly feud with the powerful prince.

"Is Commander Chen's statement true?" the masked leader asked solemnly.

Instead of answering directly, Chen Yi threw out another name, a name tinged with bloodshed: "Qin Weinian, do you know him?"

"...Qin Weinian?" The masked leader clearly recognized him. "That...the Qin clan elder known for his generosity, erudition, and respect for scholars? A few days ago...he was implicated in the assassination attempt at the ancestral temple and was ordered by the Prince's Palace to be beheaded and displayed to the public..."

His tone carried a hint of regret, as well as a hint of doubt, as he didn't understand why Chen Yi would suddenly bring up this deceased member of the royal family.

"It's him."

Chen Yi's voice remained calm. He picked up the teacup but didn't drink. He simply stared at the gently swirling tea, as if lost in memories.

"He has shown me great kindness and recognition."

His voice was calm, yet deep and powerful.

"May I ask the commander... the reason behind this?"

"He has a keen eye for talent and is unconventional. Even after my whereabouts were exposed at Longhu Mountain and I was pursued by the imperial court, I still boldly appointed someone like me with an unknown background.

"My feud with the King of Annam is both old and new."

He spoke each word clearly, his eyes blazing.

"So... it's a fight to the death."

The masked man at the head of the group quickly processed this astonishing information. After weighing the pros and cons, he nodded slightly to Chen Yi, showing a level of respect far greater than before.

"What Commander Chen said is of great importance. This matter cannot be decided by the three of us alone." He spoke cautiously. "We must return to the main altar immediately and report Commander Chen's intentions to His Majesty. If His Majesty is willing, someone will contact Commander Chen here. What is Commander Chen's opinion?"

"Okay," the person replied with only one word.

The three masked men said no more, gave Chen Yi a slight bow, and silently opened the door to the private room, disappearing quickly into the noisy night outside the gambling den like ghosts blending into the shadows.

Chen Yi picked up the teacup, downed the already cold tea in one gulp, and then casually tossed the teacup onto the table with a clatter.
.....................

"You're going to fight me to the death?"

Qin Qingluo picked up the teacup and turned to ask.

"Really?"

"That is indeed what I said."

"It should be done well."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yi raised his eyes, and for some reason, there seemed to be a barely perceptible smile on the Queen's lips.

I've succeeded.

It's really good.

Chen Yi took a deep breath and then awkwardly retorted, "This humble official was merely... following the plan, and did not intend to curry favor with Your Highness."

It's all the little fox's fault. Sometimes he has to admit that there is indeed a tiny, barely perceptible hint of arrogance in his nature.

In that case, going with the flow would be the most sincere approach.

The tall woman scoffed, still glancing at him sideways, which made Chen Yi appear even more embarrassed.

This was something he had never seen before... Qin Qingluo's eyes narrowed slightly. Someone like him could actually be embarrassed?
For years, she couldn't figure Chen Yi out. There were so few people in the world as obsessed with beauty as him, yet still clinging to old feelings. He was so difficult to grasp, she could only say he was... an extraordinary man. Now, she felt a little closer to him than before and suddenly realized that he was actually quite easy to understand.

Then let's explore it further.

Qin Qingluo gave Chen Yi a deep look, then picked up the candlestick and went out, with Chen Yi following closely behind.

She left the study and headed straight for the library. The two of them once again saw the expansive view from the rooftop terrace. Under the candlelight, the night sky was dotted with stars and twinkling lights. The surrounding mountains resembled undulating oceans, and the Prince's mansion looked like a large ship half-submerged in water. It was a breathtakingly beautiful scene.

Qin Qingluo instructed a maid to bring wine, and then asked, "How much can you drink?"

"I don't particularly like drinking, but it's easy for me to recommend Yulong to die for his lord, let alone drink?"

"So eager." Qin Qinglu chuckled and specially ordered someone to open the fine wine in the cellar.

Chen Yi didn't pay attention to what kind of alcohol it was; to him, they were all the same. He really didn't like drinking; he always drank with others, mostly with Min Ning, and then... Qin Qingluo? Thinking of this, Chen Yi couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Before long, the wine was brought upstairs. After the maid poured the first round of wine for the two of them, Qin Qinglu casually dismissed her and sent her downstairs.

Chen Yi stood up and clinked glasses with Shuo Ren, asking, "Does Your Highness wish to discuss martial arts over wine?"

"No rush," Qin Qingluo said.

The two then drank the wine in one gulp and gazed at the distant scenery.

“When I first understood my true nature, you and I were drinking wine in the clouds,” she suddenly said.

Chen Yi was slightly taken aback; this was the first time she had talked to him about the past.

At that time, he was almost in dire straits. He and the princess were sworn enemies, and their hatred was boundless. How could he not remember the incident after the wine was sold and the princess stood up one after the other?
This is a life-or-death question!

What should I do?
(End of this chapter)