My enemies became my companions

Chapter 655 Heartless Bitch (Bonus Chapter 2)

Two pairs of eyes met, like two sharp swords pressed against Chen Yi's throat. Chen Yi's breathing became rapid, and his lips moved as if he wanted to speak but stopped several times, unable to utter a word for a long time.

Such situations are not uncommon. Women compete for favor, creating a chaotic scene. It seems troublesome, but it's easy to resolve. Unaware of each other's true intentions, each caters to the other's desires, making the women feel like they've gained something.

However, things are different now.

Normally, if Da Yin were to cause such trouble, she would be easily suppressed with a single hand, and given a good beating. No one believed she would be restless. However, in this strange world, she turned the tables and became the master by making her wishes come true, and the situation was completely reversed, leaving everyone at a loss for how to deal with her.

As if guessing what he was thinking, Yin Weiying smiled.
He had bullied me for so long, but now I'm finally getting my comeuppance.

How dare you treat her, the First Madam, with disrespect? If he had always called her "good sister," how could things have come to this?

Yin Weiying said calmly, "What, is it so hard to speak your mind?"

She paused, glanced at Qin Qingluo, and smiled, "Husband, there's no need to worry about hurting people's feelings. The prince is broad-minded and won't hold a grudge for long."

As soon as she finished speaking, Qin Qingluo silently stared even closer at Chen Yi.

He couldn't be unaware of the current situation. Even if he were to be tempted by petty gains and forget righteousness, he wouldn't be so blinded as to choose the wrong people. They were in a predicament together, had come through this together, and even had children with them. They should... have some sense of loyalty and affection...

As the thought crossed her mind, even Qin Qingluo herself began to have doubts. No matter how little she knew him, she knew he was not swayed by external things and had always been obsessed only with physical beauty...

Sometimes, when she couldn't sleep at night, she would sit alone on the couch, hugging herself, her fingertips tracing over the slightly damp spots, and she would strangely feel a sense of nostalgia, as if traces from years ago still remained on her body.

Qin Qingluo's face darkened. If it were only for such a sordid act, Chen Yi might not be entirely without the possibility of choosing Yin Weiying, but she...

They've clearly misjudged him again.

Chen Yi was sweating profusely, held hostage by the two women, and didn't know what to do.

Yin Weiying was gambling with the idea of ​​sexual intercourse, and if he had to choose between the two, the best choice would be Qin Qingluo. Chen Yi was rational, but his gaze kept drifting towards Yin Weiying.

That sky-blue palace dress, that ethereal beauty, even the long-lost smugness between her brows, all acted like hooks, tugging at the most primal itch in his heart.

Yin Weiying naturally noticed his subtle gaze, the curve of his lips becoming more pronounced, his eyes gleaming.
That's how it should be.

Chen Yi still cared for her in the end, as evidenced by the vastness of his heart and the world around him. Moreover, he had chosen her when they were still in the capital.

Qin Qingluo? She's just a newcomer.

On the other side, Qin Qingluo took in Chen Yi's gaze as he drifted toward Yin Weiying. Her snake-like eyes grew even colder and more gloomy, like cold iron.

She felt a sharp sting in her heart, but she pursed her lips tightly, her jawline taut, and refused to utter a word, though a murderous aura had already gathered between her brows.

Chen Yi felt his scalp tingle; the silent oppression from the two women was even greater than that from the Immortal Palace.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the ripples in his heart, and his gaze pierced Yin Weiying like lightning.

"Yin Weiying, if you really want me to choose, why insist on making my wish come true?"

Yin Weiying's smug expression faltered slightly, followed by a hint of displeasure at being exposed.

Her fingertips, tucked into her sleeves, twitched slightly involuntarily, but when she met Chen Yi's sharp, sword-like gaze, the confidence that had swelled up since becoming an immortal inexplicably deflated a bit.

She snorted coldly and said, "Ridiculous. Why would I need to use such methods? Aren't your thoughts and intentions clearly laid out here? This place is blessed with natural beauty and is a paradise on earth. Isn't it because of me that it was created?"

She glanced around at the familiar scenery of Cangwu Peak, her confidence seemingly growing stronger. "But Your Highness..." she said, glancing meaningfully at Qin Qingluo, "is it really about forcing people to do things against their will?"

"You're the one making things difficult for me!" Qin Qingluo said resolutely, her voice firm and unwavering. "Resolve it! Otherwise, this bet is meaningless! If you're truly confident, what do you have to fear?"

Yin Weiying felt a tightness in his chest from her retort.

She had indeed exerted a very subtle influence, intentionally or unintentionally, in an attempt to amplify Chen Yi's lingering affection. Now that it had been exposed in public, she felt somewhat embarrassed.

Seeing that Chen Yi was equally unyielding, she ultimately couldn't overcome her deep-seated fear of him.

"...Hmph!" She finally flicked her sleeve, a faint light fading from her fingertip, carrying a hint of resentment and defiance. "So be it! Open your eyes wide and see clearly. Every blade of grass, every tree, every mountain, every stone here is something you cherish. Compared to some people, it's obvious who is more important! I want to see how you'll explain yourself later!"

Chen Yi's mind cleared instantly, but the pressure did not lessen at all; on the contrary, it became even heavier.

Although Yin Weiying no longer had his wishes fulfilled, he was even less likely to give up easily. Qin Qingluo, though silent, had a cold and piercing gaze that seemed to penetrate him.

Choosing Yin Weiying? Qin Qingluo would immediately face disaster. Given her unyielding nature, the consequences would be unimaginable, and she herself couldn't overcome her own inner conflict.

Choosing Qin Qingluo? Yin Weiying had just backed down. If she were abandoned on the spot, given her vengeful and prideful nature, she would definitely turn on him instantly. At that time, it would probably not be as simple as the extraction of essence; the consequences would be unimaginable.

The waters of the Heart Lake rippled continuously, and amidst the rippling waves, the figure of a woman appeared and disappeared, the two women frantically intertwining and overlapping in the water, their forms indistinct and uncertain.

The pool water became increasingly turbulent, rolling back and forth, rising and sinking. The two women's gazes momentarily shifted from him to the pool water, where they stared intently.

Chen Yi felt a sense of relief, but then his gaze sharpened.

Between the shadows where the two women were locked in a fierce battle, more and more dark shadows appeared, their almost endless obsessions converging and suddenly bursting forth from the water.

A figure appeared without warning.

The empty left sleeve hung down, revealing a cold and aloof face. Both women were stunned into silence. It wasn't either of them; it was Zhou Yitang!

The one-armed woman stood there quietly, then her face slowly moved as she faced the two women.

Yin Weiying's composure faltered slightly.

She never expected that Chen Yi would be able to bring Zhou Yitang to life in this lake of the heart.

The one-armed woman stood quietly. Yin Weiying swallowed hard. The words of advice from Longhu Mountain still echoed in her ears. Although she was unwilling to admit it, she did feel somewhat intimidated in front of this third madam.

Unfortunately, Zhou Yitang had previously instructed her not to act on her own initiative or act rashly.

"You..." Yin Weiying's voice trembled slightly, her ethereal beauty wavering, her mind momentarily swaying.

Chen Yi's heart skipped a beat as he keenly caught the moment when Yin Weiying lost his composure. Seizing the opportunity, he was quick to unleash his sword intent and break through the oppressive aura of the Immortal Palace.

"Chen Yi,"

However, Yin Weiying suddenly snapped out of her daze, suppressing her inner fear. She stared at Chen Yi, her fingertip pointing directly at Zhou Yitang's illusory figure:

You cheated.

The bet was for you to choose between me and her, not for you to bring up this...this person to muddy the waters.

Yin Weiying's chest heaved violently, the celestial mist beneath her Azure Palace attire swirling in disarray. She forced herself to steady herself and said coldly:
"Chen Yi, if you're a man, choose me or Qin Qingluo honestly. Stop using these despicable tricks, or don't blame me for turning ruthless."

In her haste, she spoke with unwavering resolve. She knew that if she were to be crushed by Zhou Yitang's illusory image again, and if her will faltered and she could no longer maintain her desires, she would truly be doomed.

Now it's all or nothing.

In the lake of her heart, Zhou Yitang's illusory image rippled like water, silently observing without uttering a word, as if everything had nothing to do with her.

Qin Qingluo's serpentine eyes were fixed on Chen Yi, her gaze complex, a mixture of scrutiny and expectation. Her lips were tightly pressed together, her body beneath her black python robe taut like a bowstring. After a long while, she uttered, "Choose... I don't blame you."

Without realizing it, she had changed her self-reference from "I, the lonely one" to "I" to make it seem less distant from him.

Chen Yi's gaze flickered uncertainly. If he chose Yin Weiying, the matter of sexual cultivation would be minor; he would... once again shatter Qin Qingluo's pride, especially since they had only just begun to have a small family...

If Qin Qingluo is chosen, Yin Weiying will certainly not let it go easily, and the consequences will be unimaginable. I'm afraid that Qin Qingluo and I will be in an even more difficult situation...

There is no third way.

Time seemed to stretch infinitely in the lake of my heart.
He looked at Yin Weiying's slightly trembling, ethereal face, and finally chose to avoid Qin Qingluo's resolute and icy snake-like eyes.

at last.

Chen Yi slowly raised his hand and pointed at Yin Weiying.

The violent ripples in the lake of her heart instantly subsided, and what was reflected in the water was no longer a blurry, intertwined figure, but rather Yin Weiying's ethereal beauty, as swift as dew and as fleeting as lightning.

Yin Weiying's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and a huge sense of exhilaration swept through his body!

She won! She really won!
She suppressed her almost overflowing smug smile, trying her best to maintain the detached demeanor befitting the Goddess of Taihua, but the excitement deep in her eyes was impossible to conceal.

"Heh..." She let out a soft snort, turning her gaze to Qin Qingluo, whose face was ashen. "Your Highness, did you hear that clearly? This is his true intention." She paused, deliberately softening her voice, yet every word was piercing. "If you're willing to gamble, you must accept the consequences."

Qin Qingluo's body swayed almost imperceptibly.

She slowly closed her snake eyes, and when she opened them again, all the emotions within had faded, leaving only a stagnant silence.

She didn't look at Chen Yi, nor at Yin Weiying; she simply raised her chin slightly, like a king walking to the execution ground, his final dignity not to be trampled upon.

"it is good."

One word: cold as iron.

Yin Weiying nodded in satisfaction, then turned to Chen Yi and said affectionately, as if bestowing a gift:

"My lord, what are we waiting for? Now that the prince has conceded defeat, you should take the prize yourself."

With her proud demeanor, brewing a pot of chrysanthemum tea would surely create a unique and delightful experience…

Chen Yi walked towards Qin Qingluo with a blank expression, each step seeming to tread on Qin Qingluo's heart.

Qin Qingluo stood frozen in place, offering neither resistance nor uttering a word. Only the last faint light in the depths of her snake-like eyes was completely extinguished.

She knew that this bitch had never been kind or ungrateful to her.
That's it, she's just a promiscuous whore.

Chen Yi reached out, his fingertips touching the cold lapel of Qin Qingluo's black python robe. He tried to speak, his voice dry and low: "Qingluo, I..."

He wanted to say something, either to explain or to offer comfort.

"That's it!"

Qin Qingluo abruptly interrupted him, her voice hoarse and resolute, as if betrayed:
"Just do it, I...why do I need your hypocrisy, you bitch?!"

Even so, when Chen Yi's hand lightly touched her, her body trembled slightly due to extreme grief and indignation.

Chen Yi's hand froze in mid-air, a sharp pain piercing his heart. This comfort was no different from rubbing salt into a wound.

She never believed him.

Yin Weiying watched coldly from the sidelines, a sneer playing on his lips.

She saw right through Chen Yi's thoughts; he always had, even when she was still the vessel for his soul, he would often find solace in them.

Yin Weiying turned a blind eye to this, after all, she was the First Madam, and not so heartless as to drive someone to the brink of despair.

After the big stick is used, a sweet treat should be given. In the future, we will still live under the same roof and see each other all the time. If the relationship becomes too strained, it will not benefit anyone.

She silently planned that after Chen Yicai finished making amends to Qin Qingluo and crushed her arrogance, she would then step in at the right time to appease her, using both kindness and severity—this was the way to manage subordinates and the foundation of household management.

The black python robe was slowly removed, revealing the imposing figure of the man once again. Chen Yi's gaze narrowed slightly; he had clearly been looking forward to this, yet he could never calm his mind.

It feels like my heart is still being stabbed, and the stabs have gone even deeper.

Chen Yi lowered his eyes slightly, and Qin Qingluo's trembling brows met his gaze. His heart ached unbearably, and he said in a low voice:
"Qingluo, I...I can't choose you, I really...please don't disbelieve me..."

The words had barely left his mouth when, just as Chen Yi's fingers were about to exert force and completely tear open the black python robe that symbolized the dignity of a regional prince,
Changes occur suddenly.

My heart was boiling violently like a lake.

The entire Heart Lake world trembled violently for a moment. The smile on Yin Weiying's face froze instantly. He turned his head sharply, and amidst the surging waves of the lake, the phantom image of the female prince gradually emerged and became clearer.

Yin Weiying was momentarily shaken.

Chen Yi's eyes suddenly brightened, and without hesitation, he turned around and attacked in an instant.

He didn't think about what the flaw in this tiny space was, nor did he have time to delve into Qin Qingluo's deep distrust. He only knew that this moment of opportunity could not be missed.

Chen Yi made his move in an instant, and his sword intent enveloped Yin Weiying from the outside in, completely severing her connection with the outside world. Yin Weiying was suddenly stunned and was horrified to find that the immortal palace outside had lost its support and was tearing apart and collapsing inch by inch!
The Goddess of Taihua stared wide-eyed, her face ashen white, frantically urging her will to try and make her wish come true again.

However, it was all in vain.

Meanwhile, outside the Heart Lake, the magnificent and majestic celestial palace began to collapse, emitting a piercing wail like shattered glass, which continued incessantly. Spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly on the huge warm jade pillars, and the light gauze curtains hanging from the dome spontaneously combusted without wind, turning into ashes.

The entire palace was on the verge of collapse.

Within the heart lake, Chen Yi slowly raised his head, his gaze like cold lightning shooting towards Yin Weiying, who was losing his composure and teetering on the brink of collapse.

With all restraints gone, a powerful aura rose from his body.

He didn't say anything, but simply started walking, step by step, toward the distraught Yin Weiying.

His steps were steady, neither hurried nor slow.

As Yin Weiying watched Chen Yi approach step by step, feeling that familiar yet terrifying sense of oppression, her whole body felt as if it had fallen into an ice cellar. She subconsciously wanted to retreat, but her legs felt as if they were filled with lead and she couldn't move them. Only boundless fear gripped her heart.

She looked up and inadvertently saw the red dragon raising its head, its head bulging out like a bag.

it's over...

This is really a disaster...

"Husband, husband, my lord?"

(End of this chapter)