My enemies became my companions

Chapter 736 What Do You Say? (Part 2)

Min Ning opened her eyes wearily.

Before my consciousness had fully returned, the fragmented images from last night rushed into my mind.

Candlelight, panting, tangled limbs, and... Chen Yi's bastardly burning body temperature and his ubiquitous hands...

Memories washed over the rocks on the shore like a tide, leaving wet, messy marks. She felt dizzy and almost fell back into sleep.

She subconsciously turned her head slightly, but Chen Yi was not on the bed; she didn't know where he had gone. As she unconsciously glanced around, her gaze involuntarily fell on the figure curled up next to her on the inside.

Beside him was Lin's young mistress.

Lin Wanquan seemed to be sleeping very restlessly. Her thin body was curled up in a ball, her long eyelashes were still damp, and there were tear stains on her fair cheeks. Even in her sleep, her brows were slightly furrowed with sorrow, and she looked like a pitiful person who had suffered a lot.

Min Ning's gaze fell on Lin Wanquan's slightly heaving chest, and she suddenly remembered a scene from last night that had made her blood rush.

As the candlelight flickered and the room was filled with absurdity, that scoundrel Chen Yi, shamelessly, was... panting softly in her ear.

Comparing her to a young mistress in terms of breadth of vision and ambition!

Upon waking up early in the morning, Min Ning felt indignant and ashamed. It was bad enough that she had been forcibly dragged into this absurd situation last night, but Chen Yi's teasing made her tremble with anger.

She gets angry just thinking about it!
But he couldn't even compare to a young lady.

She became even angrier.

With her striking phoenix eyes tightly furrowed, Min Ning slightly clenched the brocade quilt beneath her. If it weren't for her body being sore and weak, she would have almost immediately turned over and demanded an explanation from Chen Yi.

The morning's anger arose and vanished without warning. Before long, Min Ning exhaled and smiled helplessly, momentarily wondering what she was angry about and when she had become so petty.

Despite the soreness, they slowly got up. For the three women, that night was not easy. Chen Yi, a man whose lust was ingrained in his bones, not only did not tire from the fierce battle, but became more and more courageous. Min Ning was also surprised to find out last night that Chen Yi could be so insatiable.

Before thinking of her, he had even longed for... to be with him for life.

Min Ning couldn't help but smile bitterly, her heart aching with unspoken sorrow. But the chivalrous woman was ultimately decisive; she took a deep breath and calmed herself down.

"Zhuoyu..." she tried calling out.

"...What's wrong?" A response came immediately.

"When are we leaving?"

"You decide."

“Then take the marriage certificate and leave. Don’t stay any longer,” Min Ning paused, then continued, “I’ll also take a look at his child.”

Whether it was Min Ning's imagination or not, Zhuo Yu seemed to pause after she said that.

"Ah."

Min Ning raised her finger and scraped her cheek, removing some of the dirt. Then, as if remembering something, she belatedly felt a little embarrassed and hesitated to speak.

"What's wrong now?" Zhuo Yu seemed to realize.

“…It’s nothing, it’s just…” Min Ning took a deep breath, then asked, “You weren’t watching last night, were you…”

“No,” Zhuo Yu said, “You’re being ridiculous. I, a nobody, will naturally avoid you.”

Min Ning let out a breath, her shyness and irritation subsiding considerably. She stretched lazily as if no one else was around, then got up to change her clothes, intending to go find Chen Yi.

But as soon as you speak of the devil, he appears. The man pushes open the door and enters, carrying some food in his hands.

Chen Yi smiled at her, slowly put down the food, and at the same time took out a piece of paper from his pocket. Min Ning didn't need to look at it to know that it was a marriage certificate.

Anyway, she's not in a hurry.

Let's have breakfast first, there's no harm in doing so.

The languid atmosphere in the air seemed to be somewhat diluted by the heat of the food.

Despite feeling unwell, Min Ning walked to the table and sat down.

Chen Yi had already set out the bowls and chopsticks. When he saw her coming over, he silently picked up the earthenware pot next to him and poured her a cup of hot tea. The tea was a deep amber color, with wisps of white steam rising from it, and a mellow aroma filled the air.

The two did not speak to each other.

One was at a loss for words, perhaps still carrying the lingering shame and indignation of last night and the inexplicable frustration of this morning; the other knew perfectly well that saying more now would only lead to more mistakes, and it was better to wait and see.

Yet, there was an unspoken understanding between them in their every move. When Chen Yi handed over chopsticks, Min Ning would reach out and take them; whichever dish Min Ning glanced at, Chen Yi would push the plate a little closer to her, as if it were a habit formed over many years, requiring no words, the actions were natural and smooth.

A small bowl of Crossing-the-Bridge Rice Noodles, the broth piping hot, with snow-white rice noodles lying at the bottom of the bowl. Next to it, a small dish holds thinly sliced ​​fish, chicken, and ham, as well as bright green pea shoots and tender yellow bean sprouts, waiting for Min Ning to put them into the broth to cook. There is also a dish of roasted rice cakes with a little chili sauce, and a small bowl of thin bean flour, golden and thick, paired with crispy fried buckwheat noodles, savory and delicious.

Min Ning ate in silence, but her movements were swift. She was indeed hungry; the previous night had been too exhausting, leaving her feeling utterly exhausted. The warm food settled comfortably in her stomach, dispelling some of her fatigue and chill. She watched the slices of meat turn white and curl up in the soup, then picked up a piece with her chopsticks, blew on it, and put it in her mouth. The soup was fresh and delicious, and the rice noodles were smooth and chewy.

Chen Yi sat opposite her, not touching his chopsticks, just quietly watching her eat, occasionally picking up his own cup of tea and taking a sip.

Min Ning ate with great concentration, and only after she had drunk most of the rice noodle soup and finished two pieces of rice cake did she feel much fuller. She put down her chopsticks, felt thirsty, and naturally reached for her teacup, only to find that it was empty.

She turned her gaze, leaned over, and casually snatched the teacup from Chen Yi's hand, drinking it all in one gulp.

Chen Yi looked at his empty hands, then at Min Ning's nonchalant way of putting down the teacup. He opened his mouth, but in the end, he said nothing. Only a smile flashed deep in his eyes. Then he picked up the pottery pot again and silently refilled the empty cup. This time, he pushed it in front of Min Ning.

Min Ning remained silent and did not look at him. She simply picked up her chopsticks, took another piece of rice cake, and began to eat it slowly and deliberately.

After a while, she put away the marriage certificate on the table without giving it a second glance. Chen Yi thought she would try to persuade him a few more times, but the chivalrous woman was more decisive than he expected.

Min Ning has always been decisive, but he hesitates too much.

Min Ning wiped her mouth with a handkerchief on the table, glanced back, and said sarcastically, "I knew you would get her."

Chen Yi blinked, unsure how to respond.

"Heh, did you think I didn't see you protecting this widow in the capital?" Min Ning paused, then stretched to loosen her aching bones. "I'm not surprised at all that she came." Chen Yi, thick-skinned, didn't feel ashamed.

Min Ning felt helpless, but she was used to it. She suddenly remembered Lin Wanguan's cowardice last night. Perhaps it was because they were both women, or perhaps it was because of loyalty. She couldn't help but say, "However, if you get involved with a woman, you should treat her better. Don't let her down, don't forget her."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yi was stunned and looked at Min Ning incredulously.

Min Ning discerned something in his eyes and couldn't help but laugh, "What, do you think I'm uncultured?"

Chen Yi certainly wouldn't agree, but having been through the martial world, things were different; Min Ning could now use some literary skills.

However, Min Ning's words seemed to make sense. He had indeed neglected Lin Wanguan, which caused her to be worried and easily swayed by Da Yin.

After tidying up the marriage certificate, Min Ning immediately stood up and said, "I'm not staying in this room."

Chen Yi glanced at her and said softly, "I'll stay a while."

Min Ning asked in confusion, "Why?"

Chen Yi intertwined his fingers slightly before saying, "Criminals usually return to the scene of the crime."

………………

Yin Weiying made a subtle calculation with his fingers, his fingertips quietly twisting inside his sleeve, sensing the flow of cause and effect in the unseen world.

Although the divination result was somewhat ambiguous due to her being in the royal palace and subject to the influence of fate, the implication of good fortune in love was undeniable, and she gradually felt more at ease.

Yes, although she wasn't personally involved in everything last night, it was all her doing.

If she hadn't first persuaded Qin Qingluo, then kept Min Ning, and enlightened Lin Wanguan, if she hadn't secretly pushed things along, how could Chen Yi have enjoyed the blessing of having two wives, embracing the most noble prince of the Southern Frontier with that chivalrous woman and widow, and sleeping together in the same bed?
He should always remember her kindness.

Thinking about it this way, the bitterness that had welled up in my heart dissipated like a thin mist blown by a gentle breeze, replaced by a sense of self-satisfaction that came from concealing my achievements.

Just like when she was a concubine, she endured the humiliation for a time, which is why Chen Yi was willing to die for her in the underworld. The bitterness she feels now is nothing compared to the past. From now on, she will be the first wife again.

Putting aside everything else, just considering the lust that ordinary people are most obsessed with, we should rely on her to mediate more often in the future. Yin Weiying pondered to himself, and then made some plans for the future. Putting aside everything else, he absolutely could not let himself enjoy the three women's good fortune anymore, otherwise his mind would no longer be on cultivation.

A maximum of two at a time.

While her mind raced, she maintained a detached and indifferent demeanor on her face.

However, Donggong Ruoshu, standing to the side, paid no attention to her convoluted thoughts. The silly girl still frowned, looking at the plump koi in the pond, sighing and her little face was full of sorrow.

"Ugh……"

She sighed deeply again, her voice filled with genuine distress.

Being a ghost has its own worries, and not being a ghost has its own troubles.

When she was a ghost, although drifting around was inconvenient, it also had some advantages. For example, she could clearly smell the incense offered to her. Although it was faint, it could sustain her soul. Occasionally, it could even be a snack. Especially when it was late at night, Chen Yi would prepare a midnight snack so she could eat her fill. It was a small comfort in her ghostly life.

But now?

This body is a real flesh and blood body, able to feel the coolness of the morning breeze, see the vibrant colors of the koi, and hear Yin Weiying's clear and cold voice... but she can no longer smell the incense, let alone have a midnight snack.

I'm afraid I won't be able to get any late-night snacks anymore.

Thinking of this, Donggong Ruo felt extremely frustrated. Having been a ghost queen and having consumed yang energy, she knew how unforgettable that feeling was. She touched her flat stomach, which seemed to be starting to miss the feeling of fullness filled with the aroma of incense.

Looking at the plump carp in the pond, the young lady from the Eastern Palace recalled the saying, "You are not a fish, how can you know the joy of fish?" She felt the same way now.

Compared to Yin Weiying's complex and difficult-to-understand thoughts and schemes, this was what troubled her.

Yin Weiying snapped out of her reverie and glanced at Donggong Ruoshu, who was still gazing at the pond in distress. She was already used to the silly girl's inexplicable troubles.

As long as no one interferes with her plans, whether Donggong Ruoshu is worried about having no food or no clothes is none of her business.

While the Eastern Palace maiden possessed a slender and graceful figure that was quite pleasing to the eye, Yin Weiying felt neither jealousy nor envy. Not to mention that she was the Goddess of Taihua, who cultivated the Supreme Method of Forgetting Emotions, and was not obsessed with the seven emotions and six desires, nor succumbed to the ten emotions and eight sufferings, this silly girl, though beautiful, was not someone who could inspire love. If he were to possess her body, Chen Yi would probably be completely infatuated and forget his duty as the Golden Boy. Alas, how fortunate!

Since the Crown Prince is so distant, Yin Weiying doesn't know when they will be able to achieve their goal.

The female Taoist priest straightened her sleeves, carefully concealing the sense of peace she had just divined, and resumed her detached demeanor, as if the momentary calculation of gain and loss had never happened.

Now it's time to reap the rewards.

She ignored the worried, foolish girl behind her, turned around, and walked slowly along the corridor she had come from toward the bridal chamber that held all the absurdity and romance of the previous night.

The morning light grew brighter, and the light and shadow under the corridor flickered with her steps. Her steps were steady, and the wide sleeves of her Taoist robe swayed slightly with her movements, stirring up a faint breeze.

The slight ripple that had just been stirred by the Eastern Palace's indifference at the pond has now completely subsided.

The closer she got to the bridal chamber, the calmer and more serene her aura became.

The vermilion pillars reflected a serene image in her eyes; the upturned eaves and green tiles sketched a predetermined plan in her mind. Everything was under control, everything was within expectations. What was the scene in that room at this moment? Was someone soundly asleep, silent, or was someone already cleaning up the mess?
Thinking of this, Yin Weiying's lips curled up slightly.

After this night, the three women will surely be in a mess. If she were to push open the door at the right time, give them a cold look, and smile serenely amidst their gasps of surprise from the naked and shy women, then she would have the air of being untainted by the mud.

"It's all because he longs for the mortal world." After a slight smile, Yin Weiying sighed, then suddenly wondered what was on his mind as he sighed so softly, and whether he had grasped a bit of the mystery.

Footsteps echoed softly in the empty corridor, unhurriedly approaching the tightly closed door.

Her demeanor became increasingly composed, her steps were not hurried, and her emotions were not turbulent. She pushed open the door and entered at the opportune moment.

Immediately afterwards, the female Taoist priest froze.

Her face was slightly stiff.

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

"What do you think, Yin Weiying?"

(End of this chapter)