My enemies became my companions

Chapter 738 The Beauty Trap (Part Two)

There was little tenderness, little pity, only a complete outpouring.

Yin Weiying initially tried to maintain a sliver of clarity, but that weak resistance was quickly shattered. Like a small boat tossed about in a stormy sea, she could only passively endure the onslaught of the waves, her fingertips weakly clutching the disheveled quilt beneath her, which was still stained with an ambiguous scent that did not belong to her.

After an unknown amount of time, the rain became sparse and the wind suddenly picked up.

Silence returned to the bridal chamber, with only the heavy, unsteady breathing of the two people mingling.

Chen Yi got up, casually put on his outer robe, glanced at the couch, and his eyes were filled with complex emotions.

Yin Weiying collapsed helplessly onto the bed in the bridal chamber, like a flower ravaged by a storm. Her bones felt like they were broken, especially deep within her body, where waves of indescribable soreness, numbness, and swelling emanated. She didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

In a hazy state of consciousness,
She smelled an intensely rich, decadent scent, but within that scent, she could clearly discern several different sources—the scents of other women.

There was Qin Qingluo's powerful aura, as if scorched by the blazing sun, carrying sweat and the afterglow of passion; there was Min Ning's breath, a mixture of ambiguity and a hint of stubborn bitterness; and there was Lin Wanquan's timid, sorrowful fragrance...

These three distinct feminine auras had already deeply permeated the bed beneath her, the surrounding air, and even her own skin. They intertwined, silently recounting the absurdity and enchantment that had unfolded on this wedding bed the previous night—a moment she had orchestrated but failed to witness.

Lying on this bed that had witnessed so much chaos, her thoughts gradually cleared. After brewing chrysanthemum tea, her eyes began to look aggrieved. No matter what, he had also enjoyed a rare moment of bliss last night.

Even so, he still had to make fun of himself.

I had imagined she would come running over so eagerly, intending to pick the fruit and display her goddess-like beauty, but instead she ended up running around like a little puppy...

The female Taoist priest felt increasingly aggrieved as she thought about it. She turned her gaze to look at him, and Chen Yi noticed her gaze, raised an eyebrow, and then patted her on the shoulder.

"what…"

Yin Weiying let out a soft moan and looked up to meet Chen Yi's gaze.

"What are you upset about, hmm?"

Chen Yi asked coldly, knowing that Yin Weiying was behind this again. He had already softened his heart by making her a round of chrysanthemum tea on the bed.

If she truly realizes her mistake this time, then let it end here… Chen Yi, unusually soft-hearted towards his beloved Da Yin, slowly reached out to gently stroke her back to comfort her.

Hearing his question, Yin Weiying shrank back involuntarily. This man was truly incompatible with her by nature. Even if they became husband and wife, fulfilling their status as a perfect couple, it didn't resemble a good match at all. His question left Yin Weiying speechless; she dared not refute it, nor could she admit it, thus definitively confirming it. After a long while, she hugged the quilt tightly and muttered:

"...I gave you the chance to sleep with three women in one night, and you didn't even thank me..."

Chen Yi, who was still trying to soften his heart, paused for a moment, then changed direction and slapped the rounded area again.

"what!"

The female Taoist priest trembled again, quickly shrinking into the blankets to cover herself. Chen Yi looked at her with a cold smile, reaching out to ruffle her disheveled hair.

"Yin Weiying, Yin Weiying, is this what you call truly knowing you were wrong?"

The female Taoist priest's long, clear eyes widened, she shrank back slightly, but ultimately yielded and said:
"I truly know I was wrong... When have I ever lied to you?"

As she spoke, she carefully took his round hand, which he had just patted, and placed it in her bosom. The goddess's soft skin gently pressed against the back of his hand, which Chen Yi found very pleasant.

This time, he didn't make any major mistakes. Just as Yin Weiying said, he did indeed enjoy a romantic encounter.

With this thought in mind, Chen Yi's expression softened unconsciously. Yin Weiying's sharp eyes caught this and she let out a soft hum.

What she was saying was to make her realize her mistake; perhaps it was just an excuse to tease her. Yin Weiying thought to herself, thinking that she could see through the petty thoughts of this mortal at a glance.

Upon further reflection, he realized that he had already enjoyed the company of three women and was thoroughly satisfied, yet he was now tormenting her.

Yin Weiying looked around the festive decorations of the bridal chamber and vaguely understood something.

Perhaps... without her, Yin Weiying would not be complete.

He clearly had this thought in his heart, but he didn't say anything. Just as Yin Tingxue said, he was a proud and arrogant person. The female Taoist priest sighed helplessly in her heart. This person was really the one who was most missed when they were thousands of miles apart, and the one who was most annoying when they met.

Chen Yi glanced at the female Taoist priest, noticing the subtle shift in her gaze from dark to bright. His heart sank, and he turned his hand over and pinched her chest.

Yin Weiying winced slightly in pain, quickly composed herself, and looked at him with a wronged expression.

"Yin Weiying, do you think you can hide from me whether you truly know you're wrong or not?"

"I……"

Yin Weiying hesitated, ultimately daring not to continue arguing, fearing that any word might further anger him. He could only mutter in a low voice:
"Of course I can't hide it from you."

Chen Yi silently played with her chest, the force in his hand gradually decreasing from heavy to light. Even though he was still taking full advantage of her, his touch had become much gentler.

Yin Weiying noticed this and pondered for a while before cautiously probing:

"Husband...are you feeling any better?"

The voice still carried a hint of hoarseness and softness, as if the rain had just stopped.

Chen Yi was fine. He had been satisfied last night and had just vented his remaining passion and anger on her. Now, feeling the soft and smooth skin of her in his palm, the anger in his heart caused by being schemed against had indeed dissipated by most of it.

But when Yin Weiying asked this, he couldn't help but frown. Her words were loaded with meaning, as if she were testing his bottom line. His voice deepened slightly: "What?"

Seeing that his expression hadn't completely softened, Yin Weiying's heart skipped a beat. She quickly lowered her eyelashes and said softly, "N-nothing, I was just afraid you were still angry with me..."

As she spoke, she snuggled closer to him, trying to soften him with the tenderness of her body.

Chen Yi felt her taking the initiative to get closer, and his other hand slowly traced her smooth skin, bringing a slight shiver. He was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke:

"Yin Weiying, you think this is the end of it?"

Yin Weiying stiffened slightly and looked up at him.

Chen Yi looked down at her, his lust subdued, his expression exceptionally cold. "This time, considering you ultimately... complied with my wishes, I'll let it go for now. But if you think that admitting your mistakes, begging for forgiveness, and shedding a few tears can completely cover up your true intentions..."

He paused, then pinched her tender flesh slightly, causing a slight pain, and lowered his voice even further.

"I have many other ways to make you...more obedient."

There are many other methods...

These few words, though seemingly casual, sent a chill down Yin Weiying's spine.

She instantly recalled many unbearable past experiences, those scenes of being tormented by this person in all sorts of unbelievable ways, and a wave of soreness and throbbing seemed to reflexively rise from the depths of her body.

He was someone who always did what he said he would do. A wave of inexplicable fear surged within me.

Chen Yi observed this, his eyes slightly lowered. There were almost no women in the world who had truly grasped his methods. Only Zhou Yitang from his previous life had experienced most of them. Back then, he was rather ruthless, while Zhou Yitang was unwilling to back down. Among the methods he used to deal with her, the dark room was secondary...

On one occasion, he even coerced Zhou Yitang into kneeling on the couch and reciting something like, "I know I'm wrong, please punish me, disciple."

However, things are different now. In his previous life, he had gained too little and was sometimes too extreme. Now, he has many women around him, and he has won both their hearts and his body. Moreover, with the influence of Little Fox, Min Ning, and others, Chen Yi has become much more restrained.

Yin Weiying slowly stood up, moved closer to Chen Yi, buried her face in the front of his shirt, lowered her head to hide the complicated expression in her eyes, and said in a muffled voice, "...I understand."

Her fingertips were still trembling slightly.

Chen Yi saw this and a complicated feeling flashed through his heart. He still did not soften his tone and said, "It would be good if you really knew you were wrong. Otherwise, I have plenty of ways to deal with you, all of which are... ways that I myself do not want to use."

"Ah."

Yin Weiying trembled as she hugged him tightly; she was truly afraid.

Chen Yi saw this and his coldness softened a little. He knew Yin Weiying's unreasonable nature. Suppressing and intimidating her might make her submit temporarily, but it was hard to guarantee that a deeper seed wouldn't be planted in her heart, and who knew what bigger storms she might cause in the future.

There has to be a balance between relaxation and relaxation.

Simply suppressing her daughter, Da Yin, is not a solution. Although she is prone to getting carried away and can easily become arrogant with the slightest provocation, the more you push her, the less she will get, which will backfire.

With this in mind, Chen Yi made up his mind. His hand, which had been resting on her back, slowly moved upwards, gently stroking her disheveled hair with a soothing touch, and his tone softened.
"Forget it, let's not dwell on the past."

He abruptly changed the subject, as if he were merely mentioning a trivial matter:

"Didn't you say before that there was some... dual cultivation method of Mount Taihua that was beneficial to cultivation?"

Upon hearing this, Yin Weiying raised her head in surprise. Her long, misty eyes were filled with astonishment, as if she had never expected Chen Yi to bring this up at this moment, in this situation.

Didn't he always scoff at the idea of ​​making her an immortal?
But her surprise lasted only a moment before she realized that this might be a rare opportunity, and their dual cultivation could finally be put on the agenda.

She hurriedly replied, her voice still slightly hoarse but filled with urgency: "That's right, the 'Phoenix Attracting the Void' that I told you about before emphasizes the mutual support of Yin and Yang, and the harmony of dragon and tiger. It is a secret tradition of my Taihua Mountain, like a martial artist's refinement of spirit and return to emptiness, enough to temper the soul..."

Whether Chen Yi genuinely wanted to learn or was merely trying to change the subject and give her a way out, Yin Weiying had to seize the opportunity. She launched into a long and detailed explanation, afraid that if she hesitated even a moment, Chen Yi would change his mind.

As she spoke, she carefully observed Chen Yi's expression. Seeing that he didn't show any impatience, but rather seemed to be listening intently, her heart stirred slightly. After hesitating for a moment, as if making up her mind, she lowered her voice further, yet with a strange allure, and added:

"If my husband is willing... I... I can teach you now."

Her words were subtle, but the implication was clear: to impart the "dual cultivation method" that required personal practice on this wedding bed, which had just experienced two "battles" and whose atmosphere was still fresh... the meaning couldn't be clearer.

Chen Yi suddenly looked up and glanced at her, then gently stroked her cheek.
"A honey trap, Empress Yin Luan."

Upon hearing that familiar sound of the phoenix, Yin Weiying felt a sense of relief. He gently tugged at a strand of hair at the phoenix's temple with his fingertips, leaned closer, and softly kissed the phoenix's cheek.

"You're most susceptible to my seduction tactics, aren't you?"

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The lanterns from last night's wedding are still up; they will remain on for seven days and seven nights.

With the still-wet ink of the marriage certificate in her hand, Min Ning left the bridal chamber, which was filled with the lingering absurdity of the time. She was filled with mixed feelings, including a sense of relief that everything had settled down, an indescribable bitterness, and a sense of uncertainty about the future.

After thinking it over, the female knight put those thoughts aside. Before leaving, she had one more thought: she wanted to see Qin Qingluo's daughter, Qin Yue.

It wasn't entirely because of Chen Yi; it was more because her disciple Qing Li kept saying she wanted a junior sister. Min Ning herself had also been thinking about it. If she could find a talented and beautiful girl, take her under her wing, teach her carefully, and watch her grow, it would be a great joy in life and could also slightly ease the chaotic thoughts in her mind caused by Chen Yi.

At least take a look at this child's physical attributes.

With that thought in mind, she headed toward the place where she had seen Qin Yue before.

The corridors of the Prince's Mansion were much quieter in the morning light. The hustle and bustle of last night seemed like a dream. She turned through a moon gate, but her steps couldn't help but pause slightly.

Two people were standing under the eaves outside the greenhouse not far ahead.

It was Qin Qingluo holding the child, and Princess Zhu E beside her. Qin Qingluo had changed out of her tight wedding dress and was wearing a more casual outfit, still in black with dark patterns, which made her figure look tall and straight.

She held little Qin Yue in her arms, the little girl nestled obediently in her father's arms, her big eyes looking over curiously.

Qin Qingluo's gaze fell on Min Ning, who had suddenly appeared.

Their eyes met, and for a moment the air seemed to freeze.

Seeing this, Zhu E smiled gently and broke the silence first: "Miss Min has also come." Her tone was natural, as if nothing had happened.

Min Ning composed herself, stepped forward, nodded slightly to Zhu E, and then looked at Qin Qingluo and Qin Yue in her arms.

She tried to keep her tone normal: "Your Highness, Your Highness, I... am about to leave. Before I go, I'd like to see his child."

Qin Qingluo did not respond immediately. She lowered her head and said gently to Qin Yue in her arms, "Yue'er, go play with your mother for a while. Your father has something to say to this... Aunt Min."

Little Qin Yue seemed a little reluctant, but still nodded obediently. She glanced at the woman with little boob, and was led away by Zhu E with a smile.

As Zhu E left, she gave Qin Qingluo a meaningful look.

After Zhu E and Qin Yue disappeared at the end of the corridor, Qin Qingluo turned her gaze back to Min Ning.

She looked at Min Ning, the chivalrous woman from the martial arts world who had shared a husband with her in this palace the night before in such an absurd way. Now, she stood in the morning light, her posture still upright, her brows carrying an indelible heroic spirit, yet she could not hide a trace of weariness.

Qin Qinglu was silent for a moment, then suddenly took two steps forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Min Ning, and spoke calmly:
"Let's go for a walk together?"

This was neither an order nor a polite formality; it was more like an invitation based on some subtle connection. Perhaps it was a kind of resonance as women, or perhaps it was an impulse to clarify something after last night's inexplicable shared bed.

Min Ning was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting Qin Qingluo to bring this up.

Looking at Qin Qingluo's well-defined profile, exuding the majesty of a prince, and recalling his magnanimous act of granting her wish last night, she felt a mix of emotions.

She paused for a moment, then finally nodded.

"it is good."

Two equally proud and strong-willed women walked side by side under the eaves of the Prince's Mansion in the early morning.

(End of this chapter)