My enemies became my companions

Chapter 727 The Wedding Ceremony (Part Two)

"Yuechi, I can't let go of anyone."

Rather than hurting any of you, I'd rather be the bad guy.

Why can't the three of us be together?

Min Ning, filled with resentment and shame, spat out between his teeth, "Absurd... Ridiculous!"

However, Chen Yi just smiled, as if he had expected it, and said, "But no matter what, it has already come to this point."

The candlelight flickered, red lanterns hung high, and the clear wine reflected a joyful atmosphere. The scene seemed to be encouraging people to make the best of a bad situation.

Min Ning slowly turned around, no longer looking at Chen Yi, but turning her gaze to Qin Qingluo.

"Qin Qingluo!" Min Ning's voice was like ice blades clashing. "You and I are both people of some standing, yet we've been manipulated by him like this, put on such a show... such a show..." She was so angry that she couldn't find the right words to describe this absurd situation.

Qin Qingluo pursed her lips tightly, her sharp snake eyes also filled with coldness.

Looking at the two women standing at attention, Chen Yi's feigned innocence faded slightly. He touched his nose and sighed, "Yuechi, Gaowu, this matter..."

"Shut up!"

"Shut up!"

Two sharp shouts rang out simultaneously, filled with a fury that seemed to want to execute him on the spot.

Min Ning's chest heaved violently as she pointed at Chen Yi, her fingertips trembling: "Chen Zunming! You...you actually used such a mind-controlling technique! What do you take me, Min Ning, for? What do you take the An'nan Prince's Mansion for?!"

Although Qin Qingluo did not speak, her cold gaze was like a tangible blade, scraping against Chen Yi.

“Yuechi,” Chen Yi looked at her, his eyes carrying a hint of self-righteous helplessness, “If I don’t use some tricks, given your and the Prince’s personalities, would you be willing to obediently stand together in this wedding hall?”

He paused, his tone softening, "Besides, isn't this a possibility that you, at least... haven't completely resisted deep down? Otherwise, even I, how could I have succeeded so easily?"

The bridal chamber suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

Only the crackling candlelight reflected the complex expressions on the three people's faces.

Chen Yi seized the opportunity, stepped forward, ignored the two gazes that seemed to pierce through him, reached out and gently grasped Min Ning's tightly clenched fist, then looked at Qin Qingluo.

“Things have come to this,” he said in a deep voice, with an undeniable air, “You two have paid your respects to heaven and earth and drunk the nuptial wine. From now on, you are both my lawfully wedded wives, and this Prince of Annan’s mansion will have two mistresses.”

His gaze swept over Min Ning, then landed on Qin Qingluo.

“Yuechi, Qingluo,” he called their names, his tone more solemn than ever before, “I know this matter is shocking and has wronged you. But this is my choice, and also… our shared choice. From now on, we will face the storms together.”

Qin Qingluo closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, the storm in her eyes had subsided, leaving only a cold calm and a hint of self-mockery.

She glanced at Min Ning, whose hand was being held by Chen Yi and whose expression was constantly changing, and then at Chen Yi, who seemed determined to succeed.

“…What a choice we made together.” She uttered those words coldly, neither admitting nor denying them.

Chen Yi knew that this was the maximum acquiescence they could give in their extreme shock and anger. They had finally barely gotten through the most difficult hurdle.

As for how to get these two proud women to truly accept each other and settle down... that's another long and arduous road ahead.

He smiled slightly, gently pulling Min Ning closer to him, but his gaze met Qin Qingluo's.

"It's late, ladies...shouldn't we retire for the night?"

All of the above seemed like a dream, and as the candlelight suddenly went out, Chen Yi's fantasy also vanished.

With a flick of his finger, Min Ning extinguished the candlelight. His expression was unexpectedly stern, and the female prince beside him also had a slightly gloomy look in his dignified eyes.

All of this was just Chen Yi's fantasy. He had always had many fantasies about lust, and the Pure Saintess had taken advantage of this to make everything go as he wished. From Yin Weiying realizing her mistake and repenting, and getting together with Min Ning, to Min Ning willingly making concessions for Qin Qingluo's sake, and finally to the two women marrying each other, the three of them achieving a perfect ending...

If everything follows this line of thinking, everything will be as desired. The path left by the Pure Saintess was already good, and now that she has vanished, Chen Yi can naturally follow her example.

With the power of the Venerable One, he could make his wishes come true. He could simply bring the two women into his own world. Who knows, the two women might not even notice anything amiss. Even if they did notice, it would already be too late.

But he didn't.

On the contrary, Chen Yi not only explained the matter of the Pure Saintess, but also blurted out his own thoughts.

"So after I said that, you two have to make love to me. I am the husband first, so naturally you two have to be on top of each other, preferably with the prince on top and Min Ning on the bottom, and both of you glaring at me fiercely."

Upon hearing this, both women's eyes flashed with cold light.

"Yes, that's it."

Seeing the situation of being attacked from both sides, Chen Yi knew that things would not end well today.

He wasn't flustered at all; he simply glanced at the two women's equally spirited faces and suddenly chuckled softly.

That laugh only added fuel to the fire.

"What are you still laughing at?" Min Ning said coldly.

Chen Yi couldn't help but laugh even harder, and lit the extinguished candles again.

Qin Qingluo narrowed her eyes, her snake pupils reduced to mere slits, and squinted as she examined the man. Compared to Min Ning's barely suppressed rage upon learning the truth, she was much calmer.

Perhaps because of her past embarrassing experiences, she saw Chen Yi more clearly, knowing that this traitor's nature would never change, and that he would use any despicable means to achieve his goals.

In this respect, unlike Min Ning, Qin Qingluo also vaguely sensed from their many days together that the female knight-errant often harbored special expectations for Chen Yi. Thinking of this, the female prince smiled, the meaning of which was unreadable.

Min Ning stared at Chen Yi, her phoenix eyes radiating a fierce and imposing aura. She wasn't unreasonable; she had indeed gradually calmed down and realized that although the root of the problem was related to Chen Yi, the fault did not lie with him.

But one thing is one thing, and even so, she could not possibly agree to such an absurd thing and let him get what he wanted.

“Chen Zunming, it’s good that you can tell me those absurd things. I respect you as a man.” Min Ning took a breath and said slowly, “Since that’s the case, let’s proceed as usual. Today is your big day, so I don’t need to disturb you.”

Having said that, the female knight suddenly took off, intending to disappear in a flash and bid farewell.

Min Ning moved with incredible speed, like a wisp of fire, and stepped out the door, leaving the bridal chamber to the two of them. A gentle breeze stirred, causing the candlelight beside her to flicker.

However, a figure followed her like a shadow, instantly blocking her way. Min Ning narrowed her eyes, used her movement technique, and turned to try to get around him, but he remained stuck to her.

The hem of her dress drew a clean arc in the air. Min Ning lightly touched the ground with her toes, her body twisting towards the nearest carved wooden window. Rather than getting entangled with him at the door, she decided to find another way. With a sudden decision, she abruptly turned around, intending to break through the window and escape.
My hand, which was reaching towards the window, was suddenly pulled back, and my wrist ached.

His movements were faster and more precise than hers, as if he had already anticipated all her paths.

Her wrist was firmly gripped, the strength leaving no room for escape. Min Ning raised her head, her eyes slightly cold, and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Yuechi," Chen Yi's voice was deep and clear in the quiet bridal chamber, "Why rush off when we haven't made things clear yet?" "Make things clear?"

Min Ning tried to shake off his hand, but was surprised to find it was futile.

After a long pause, she stared at him intently and sneered, "What else is there to say? I've heard your absurd ideas clearly enough. Do you expect me to stay here and let you continue your absurd and dissolute behavior?"

Even though she vaguely sensed that Chen Yi had risen to a higher level, Min Ning's gaze remained cold and unyielding.

Chen Yi lowered his gaze slightly, just as he had in the capital. No matter how much he threatened or tempted her, Min Ning remained Min Ning.

She could make many concessions for him, but she couldn't bow her head like this.

The two remained silent for a moment.

“Chen Zunming, have you ever considered that I would rather die than agree to such an absurd idea of ​​yours?” Min Ning said, word by word.

Since their reunion, she has made countless concessions for him.

She had tolerated him repeatedly and made countless concessions in the past. She admitted that she was indeed in love with him, but she was unwilling to cross the line and would not tolerate his shamelessness.

At this moment, the female warrior had already made up her mind; no matter how sweet his words were, she would not believe him.

"Min Yuechi, have you ever thought about this?"

Chen Yi took a deep breath, and then slowly said:
"I'm not saying this out of absurdity, but because I want to marry you."

Min Ning was suddenly taken aback.

These four words struck her tense heart like a heavy hammer, producing a dull echo.

She had imagined countless possible excuses he might give—whether it was sophistry, continuing with his twisted logic, or even using his power to intimidate her—but she never expected it to be so straightforward, even a little clumsy.

It wasn't for the sake of absurdity, but for... to marry her.

The force from his wrist was still irresistible, but the warmth of his fingertips penetrated his skin, carrying a strange heat.

She looked up and met his gaze. Those eyes, which always held a hint of mockery or profundity, were now surprisingly clear.

“You…” Min Ning opened her mouth, but found her throat was dry. “What nonsense are you talking about…”

"I'm not talking nonsense." Chen Yi interrupted her, his tone calm but firm. "If it were just for a moment of pleasure, I have plenty of ways to achieve it. Why would I waste my breath on you, or even... expose my true feelings and tell you all those shameful thoughts?"

He pulled her closer with a little force, close enough to see his own reflection in her eyes and feel her slightly rapid breathing due to her emotional excitement.

“Yuechi, I, Chen Yi, am not a gentleman. I am greedy, selfish, and my methods are hardly honorable. This applies to you and to the Prince.” He frankly admitted his shortcomings, but his gaze did not waver in the slightest. “I do want this blessing of having multiple wives, and I not only want to enjoy it, but I want to enjoy it legitimately.”

"Don't talk nonsense. It's me who wants to marry you, not the other way around... The lineage of the Min family cannot end like this..."

"Alright, I'll marry you today, and you can marry me when we return to the capital. The children will take the surname Min. How about that?"

Upon hearing this, Min Ning was so angry that she laughed instead, glaring at him with her phoenix eyes: "You're always so domineering."

After she finished speaking, she fell silent for a moment. The bridal chamber was completely silent, and even the candlelight seemed to have stopped flickering.

Qin Qingluo had stood up at some point and stood quietly to the side.

She looked at the two people facing off, at the unmistakable determination in Chen Yi's eyes, and then at Min Ning's profile, which was a mixture of shock, confusion, and a hint of wavering. The ambiguous smile on her lips deepened.

Min Ning's mind was in turmoil, like a beaded curtain scattered on the ground, not knowing how to tidy it up. After a long while, she suddenly sat up, feeling both ashamed and angry, and struggled to say, "This is not my marriage."

Chen Yi did not let go of her, but still held her wrist firmly. Min Ning's hand trembled slightly in his palm. She wanted to shake him off, but found that her arm was a little weak.

at this time,

clap clap clap...

After three slaps, turning around, one sees the Queen gently clapping her hands, slowly pacing around the table, and smiling, saying, "Wonderful, wonderful."

Min Ning slowly turned her head, and Chen Yi also glanced at Qin Qingluo, about to speak.

Qin Qingluo slowly approached, holding the nuptial cup in her hand.

She handed the nuptial wine to Min Ning.

Min Ning's pupils contracted slightly; even though she didn't understand the meaning behind it, she sensed something from it.
The nuptial wine was offered to her, its clear liquid swirling slightly in the glass, reflecting Min Ning's face. She didn't take it, but instead raised her eyes, her sharp gaze piercing Qin Qingluo.

Qin Qingluo's actions were completely unexpected.

Qin Qingluo's lips curled into a smile that revealed neither joy nor anger. She glanced at the wine glass and spoke in a calm yet authoritative tone: "I am not like those treacherous villains. I am more willing to help others achieve their goals. Min Yuechi, you may consummate your marriage with him."

She seemed to be saying something completely ordinary, but a hint of elusive darkness flickered deep within her snake-like eyes.

Min Ning was startled and almost doubted that she had misheard. She subconsciously asked, "Your Highness, you don't mind?" But she realized it was inappropriate as soon as she asked the question, as it sounded like she was the one who was fussing over something.

"No, I don't mind." Qin Qingluo answered crisply. After a pause, her sharp snake eyes turned to Chen Yi, her gaze like a cold knife, carrying a warning and a hint of barely perceptible fatigue. "Therefore, I will not stay here."

Chen Yi instinctively wanted to avoid Qin Qingluo's gaze when she looked over, but her gaze was too fast and too sharp. In that instant of contact, he read a kind of almost indulgent helplessness, and a trace of... knowing mockery, deep in her seemingly calm eyes.

This was almost a resigned surrender. She understood his greed and saw through Min Ning's struggle. Rather than the three of them being trapped in this stalemate, she would rather break the deadlock herself.

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

His heart skipped a beat, and he slowly spoke, his voice lower than usual: "What will you say after we get out?"

Qin Qingluo seemed to have already thought it through, and upon hearing this, she even gave a light chuckle, with a hint of nonchalant mockery: "What else can I say?"

She stretched, her tall and upright body relaxed, and this slightly casual movement was particularly convincing because of her innate dignity. "The newly entered concubine is delicate and frail, and she is not good at human affairs. She fainted after only a few moments of activity, which is disappointing."

Her gaze swept over Chen Yi and Min Ning, finally settling on Min Ning's still tense face. "Take your time, I don't need another wedding night."

After saying that, she really didn't look at the two of them again, turned around, and walked steadily towards the door.

The hem of the auspicious robe trailed softly on the ground. With a creak, the door was pulled open, and the cool night breeze rushed in, causing the candlelight inside to flicker violently, casting shifting shadows on Chen Yi and Min Ning's faces.

Then, the door was gently closed again, separating the inside from the outside.

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

And the cup of nuptial wine that Qin Qingluo had put down, now resting quietly on the edge of the table.

(End of this chapter)