My enemies became my companions

Chapter 733 Allow Me to Be Greedy (Part 2)

The two cups of nuptial wine were passed back and forth, then fought over and over. The two women put righteousness first, yielding to each other, yet neither was truly willing to give in.

Chen Yi has always been more sensitive to the word "love" than women. He can sense even the slightest ripple and know it's just a fleeting moment. Sometimes, he can be quite sentimental, picking up a snowflake about to fall and placing it on his brow. This way, he can appear both affectionate and infatuated, like a beautiful young man in a book who is self-pitying...

But the little fox couldn't help but laugh every time it saw it.

This caused Chen Yi to occasionally break down, and having no other choice, he could only bully her at night to vent his anger.

His thoughts drifted slightly away, then suddenly returned. Chen Yi's gaze swept over the two women, and he no longer concealed his greed.

The candle flame suddenly flickered.

The room was deathly silent; the echoes of those words seemed to still linger among the beams and pillars.

Min Ning was the first to react. She took a half step back as if she had been burned, bumping into the round table behind her. The candlestick on the table shook, and the color drained from her heroic face, quickly turning into a flush of shame and indignation.

"Chen Zunming, you!"

She opened her mouth, but only managed to utter a broken syllable. Her fingers, gripping the wine glass, tightened, and her knuckles turned white.

Qin Qingluo did not move.

She simply stood there, her tall figure casting a somber shadow in the candlelight.

A storm gathered in her snake-like eyes, slowly fixing on Chen Yi's face. She managed to squeeze out only two words through gritted teeth, "...Insolence."

She gripped the wine glass tightly, her knuckles making a soft cracking sound from the force.

The two women took a half step back almost simultaneously. Min Ning turned to the side, her astonishment fading as if she were about to burst out the door at any moment. Qin Qingluo, as a local vassal king, was more composed, but her snake-like eyes flickered several times.

Chen Yi smiled slightly and said slowly, "You were fighting over it before, but now that I'm asking you to drink together and consummate your marriage, you're not happy about it."

The two women refuted the claims almost simultaneously.

"Are you crazy? I'm only here to get an explanation!"

"How outrageous!"

As Chen Yi met their gazes, the usual playful expression on his face vanished, replaced by a deep, calm stillness.

He ignored the two women's rebukes, his eyes not only fixed on one of them, but taking in the whole group, and said, "Yuechi, you want me to give you an explanation, and I'm telling you now, you are you. My explanation today is to keep you here and not abandon you." He paused, smiled, and then said, "Your Highness, our marriage has reached the final stage, and there's no reason for it to end like this."

As each word fell, the two women's expressions changed, the candlelight grew dimmer, and shadows seemed to envelop the three of them.

He took a step forward, not to get closer, but to make the air in the room feel even heavier.

“I’m greedy. I want both of them, and I don’t want to let either of them down. It’s harsh to say, but it’s the truth.” His gaze swept over the two women. “I’ve said many nice things, and I’ve tried my best to maintain appearances. But what’s the result? You two are about to fight. How can I tolerate this?”

Min Ning's breathing quickened. She looked at Chen Yi, her eyes a jumble of complex emotions—anger, disappointment, and trembling. She shook her head violently and said in a calm voice, "This isn't you, you can't..."

“I can.” Chen Yi interrupted her, his tone resolute. He stopped looking at her and turned to Qin Qingluo, smiling, “Your Highness, I have obeyed your every command for so many days, so please allow me to be presumptuous this once.”

He spoke casually, but Qin Qingluo's jaw tightened, and his aura suddenly became dangerous—a kind of oppressive aura cultivated from years of holding a high position and wielding life and death power.
"Chen Yi, think carefully about the consequences."

"Consequences?" Chen Yi smiled faintly, his smile devoid of warmth. "It would simply mean you would hate me a little more. But if I were to give in to either of you tonight, wouldn't you both harbor resentment towards each other?"

“I’d rather you all hate me,” he said calmly, looking at Qin Qingluo. “Besides, hate is at least more decisive than loss.”

Before he could finish speaking, Min Ning suddenly moved.

As if she could no longer tolerate such fallacies and heresies, she flipped her wrist and splashed the wine in her glass onto the ground. She then turned and rushed towards the door, her figure as fast as a red lightning bolt, carrying a sense of determination.

She's just here to get an explanation, not to let him get away with it and sleep with her all the time.

But she couldn't reach the door.

Chen Yi's figure seemed to sway only slightly before he blocked her way. There was no violent collision; he simply raised his hand and pressed down lightly.

A gentle yet irresistible sword intent suddenly appeared, bringing Min Ning's forward momentum to an abrupt halt. It was as if he had crashed into an invisible net of energy, causing him to stumble. He was then pulled back by the sword's embrace around the waist.

"Let me go!" Min Ning was both shocked and furious. He slammed his elbow backward and swept his leg sharply towards Min Ning's lower body.

Chen Yi didn't meet her attack head-on. He twisted his wrist around her waist, shifted his feet, and, as if guiding a rushing stream, used its force against her, completely neutralizing her offensive.

Min Ning felt as if all the strength in his body had vanished into thin air, each strike landing on empty air. Instead, he was spun around halfway, and in the midst of the dizziness, his back touched the soft brocade mattress as he was pressed down onto the edge of the bed.

Her eyes widened.

Almost at the same moment, Qin Qingluo on the other side also became truly enraged.

She couldn't stand by and watch Chen Yi treat Min Ning like that in front of her. If Chen Yi's greedy act succeeded, it would not only humiliate Min Ning, but also trample her dignity underfoot. She pointed her fingers like a sword, but instead of attacking Chen Yi, she directly struck his shoulder blade acupoint, intending to force him to let go.

However, her fingers suddenly stopped when they were still three feet away from Chen Yi.

It was not Chen Yi who intervened to block.

Instead, a vast and boundless sword intent descended without warning. This sword intent was neither real nor illusory, yet it seemed to fill the entire space. Like an invisible shackle, it instantly bound Qin Qingluo's wrists, body, and even the true energy she was channeling. She felt as if she were trapped in viscous amber, making every movement incredibly difficult. The condensed finger strength was forcibly forced back into her body by this invisible force.

Within that small space, it seemed to be his world, and everything was at his command.

Qin Qingluo's pupils contracted sharply, and she looked up abruptly at Chen Yi, who was still facing away from her. He didn't even turn his head.

What level has he reached...?
She tried to struggle, urging her entire body's true energy. The true energy, belonging to the fourth rank, surged through her meridians like a raging torrent, but she could not break through this invisible cage. The sword intent was as deep as an abyss and as majestic as a mountain. Just its mere existence made her feel a kind of powerlessness that she had not felt for many years.

He subdued the two women in just a few moves, which surprised Chen Yi. Perhaps the two women were caught off guard and unprepared, but the more important reason was that he had absorbed the light of the Bright Palace and had entered the second rank. The difference between the second and fourth ranks was like heaven and earth.

Chen Yi felt the difference so clearly that his eyes became even more greedy.

Her dark brown hair was scattered on the bed like flowers after the clouds and mist had dispersed. Her cheeks were still damp with sweat. Min Ning was breathing rapidly and tried to get up, but Chen Yi stopped her with just one finger and she couldn't move.

Qin Qingluo also struggled. Even though her muscles were tense and she wanted to break free, she was shocked to find herself being pressed down by heavy weights, which pushed her towards the edge of the bed. She pressed her hands firmly against the bed, barely managing to keep herself from falling.

A renowned female knight-errant and a powerful regional prince, both women of strong and fierce character, were subdued by Chen Yi on the bedside table.

Chen Yi suddenly realized how terrible he had been, however…

His lips kept curving upwards.

Having been softened by the little fox's presence for so long, he had become much more restrained in his actions, and only now was he revealing his former ruthlessness.

Chen Yi reached out and gently stroked Min Ning's handsome cheek. Feeling her slight trembling, he said with a playful smile, "Yuechi, why did you spill the wine? How should I punish you?"

As he spoke, he used his Qi to control the nuptial cup and took it into his hand. There was still some liquid in the cup. He slowly poured it onto Min Ning's trembling lips. The heroine's phoenix eyes widened, and then he kissed her.

A kiss followed by the wine went down her throat. The first cup of nuptial wine was finally drunk.

Even though the two were mutually attracted, this was not a kiss of mutual affection.

After a brief kiss, Chen Yi wiped his lips and looked at Qin Qingluo with a smile.

Compared to Min Ning, Qin Qingluo was not so resolute. The nuptial wine was still on the table. Chen Yi gently raised it and, with a touch of tenderness, brought it to the tall woman's lips.

"Drink up, tonight is our wedding night."

The Queen was no longer as tolerant and lenient as before; her heroic brows were filled with anger and resentment, even more so than when she confronted Min Ning.

Even so, Chen Yi still pried open her red lips, and as their lips met, they drank the nuptial wine.

The candlelight flickered dimly, almost burning out.

Chen Yi raised his hand, and the candlelight suddenly flickered back on, illuminating the two women's faces even more clearly.

He slowly turned around and looked at the two women again.

The two women were also looking at him. He walked over with a smile, reached out his hand, and first reached for Min Ning's red dress.

His clothes were slowly removed, opening from the middle outwards, revealing a firm abdomen with taut abdominal muscles that trembled as Chen Yi's penis brushed against his abs.

Chen Yi greedily savored this long-awaited moment. Since the capital, he hadn't treated Min Ning like this for a long time. At this moment, it was as if Min Ning was still that young swordsman who was enduring humiliation with grief and indignation.

"Chen Zunming, you..."

Min Ning's voice trembled, unusually at a loss for words.
"You...you're going to force me like that again, aren't you?"

Min Ning's trembling voice reached Chen Yi's ears. His fingertips paused, and when he looked down, he saw that not only was Min Ning gritting her teeth, but a single crystal tear also slid down her cheek. When he looked back, he saw Qin Qingluo, who was propped up on the couch, also glaring at him with fierce eyes and a murderous aura.

Chen Yi looked at them. One was a chivalrous woman he had long since fallen for and who was willing to share life and death with, and the other was a prince who had been nominally his own but whose bond with him had deepened over time.

The murderous aura and the exhilarating sense of control he felt earlier remained, but Chen Yi revealed an even more complex and indescribable look in his eyes.

He smiled and said slowly, "Why are you so resistant and nervous, Yuechi? We've been a couple for a long time, haven't we? You've accepted me."

The slightly more conciliatory words eased the somber atmosphere in the bridal chamber.

Chen Yi sighed, touched her nose, and continued, "I just want to give you an explanation, and also give Qingluo an explanation. I... I've always been a womanizer, don't you know that? I just want to tell you that I also want to marry you."

The female knight took a couple of breaths, her trembling chest gradually calming down. She mumbled, turned her face away without speaking, and a flush rose on her face in the candlelight, whether from shame or indignation was unknown.

Qin Qingluo witnessed this scene. Chen Yi turned around and said, "You too, Qingluo, why bother arguing with her? You two are at odds, but essentially you're both people I like. I've always been a fickle person, don't you know that?"

The female prince's eyes were downcast and gloomy, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, yet seemingly silently rebuking the man's shamelessness.

"Ultimately, I don't want to let either of you down, so tonight I'm going to consummate our marriage, both of you at once," Chen Yi said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Min Ning turned her face slightly, stared intently at him, and slowly said, "Chen Zunming, how could I let you off so easily?"

Although the words were a reprimand, the tone was much gentler than before.

"Otherwise, what kind of explanation do you want?"

Suddenly struck by these words, Min Ning was speechless for a moment. She then lowered her eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "I just... want a marriage certificate from you."

Chen Yi was taken aback, and not only him, but even Qin Qingluo was surprised.

Coming to his senses, Chen Yi asked, "Is this what you want?"

The Queen was also puzzled. She thought that Min Ning wanted to kidnap the bride as before, and steal the last consummation of the marriage by substituting one woman for another. So, her generous concession would be to fulfill Min Ning's wishes.

Unexpectedly, this was the explanation she wanted. Qin Qingluo had a magnanimity that ordinary women did not have. Although it was shocking to ask for a marriage certificate in the bridal chamber, how could she, a dignified vassal king, not tolerate it?

"Otherwise what?" Min Ning straightened his neck and continued, "I was going to leave, but Princess Jing came to find me and said some things. I hesitated for a moment, so I stayed."

Chen Yi raised an eyebrow slightly.

really……

It's his family again... Yin Weiying.

Chen Yi suppressed the rising emotions, exhaled, and slowly looked at the Queen. Her gaze was unfathomable as she slowly said:
"...So that's how it is. I thought you were going back on your word and deliberately provoking me."

The way these words are spoken gives the impression that the misunderstanding has been cleared up and that the matter is now closed.

Min Ning had the same idea. How could she really agree to sleep with Chen Yi? Her previous interaction with Yin Weiying was merely a gesture of goodwill, and besides, she was the one in control.

"Let me go." Min Ning struggled, but was still unable to resist Chen Yi's finger strike. She glared fiercely at Chen Yi.

Chen Yi shrugged innocently and continued:
"Having come to this point, do you think you have any way out?"

"you!"

Chen Yi ignored her and looked at Qin Qingluo instead. The Queen gave a cold laugh, revealing an expression of "I knew it."

Min Ning always had unwarranted expectations of Chen Yi, but Qin Qingluo knew very well that once this shameless bitch made a decision, no one could pull her back, and no one could escape her tonight.

Chen Yi used a wisp of sword intent to restrain Min Ning, whose red robes were already half undone. He approached Qin Qingluo and smiled at her. The Queen responded with a cold laugh, seemingly in disdain.

But a moment later, when Chen Yi pulled something out of the square, her disdain suddenly stopped.

That was... a gold hairpin.

"That hairpin..." Qin Qingluo's lips trembled slightly, "You... still kept it..."

"I originally intended to put it in your hair myself after our wedding night." Chen Yi gently pouted. "I kept it all this time and brought it to the Southern Frontier, just for... the mother of my child."

The gold hairpin gleamed faintly in the candlelight.

Qin Qinglu was speechless for a moment, her snake-like eyes lowered, probably because the hairpin was too dazzling and she had to look away.

The gold hairpin then slowly disappeared from sight.

Because Chen Yi slowly put it back in her hair.

Even the candlelight seemed to pause at this moment. Qin Qingluo turned her face to the side, and the usually dignified and imposing queen showed a hint of shyness. Chen Yi felt as if he had finally waited for this long-awaited moment. The regret he had felt back then, when he could only hold the farewell arrow and silently watch her ride away, was finally made up for now.

"Qingluo, grant me my greed."

(End of this chapter)