My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Chen Yi chuckled softly and said tenderly:

"Just a little more."

"Then why aren't you afraid, sir?"

"I have my ways."

"Humiliate her?" Qin Qingluo followed up with a question.

Chen Yi, hearing this, pointed to himself and said softly:

"Do I seem like such a person?"

"Who said you don't?" This was the most sincere sentence among Qin Qingluo's many words.

Chen Yi shook his head and sighed:

"Then you're wrong. Did you ever think I wouldn't humiliate her but want to teach her instead?"

Qin Qingluo's brows furrowed slightly, her fingertips lifted and lowered, eyes filled with confusion.

Is he really teaching her?

Chen Yi lowered his head, and Qin Qingluo couldn't see his face, only hear his voice:

"Actually, I can't even imagine why I'm doing this myself. I'm about to leave, and suddenly, there's something... I can't let go of."

Her serpent-like pupils constricted; she murmured incredulously, "...can't let go?"

Chen Yi said softly with guilt, "You know, compared to you, I actually care more about Qin Qingluo."

Qin Qingluo was taken aback, but her expression soon calmed.

She playfully scolded like Zhu E, "Sir is captivated by appearances."

"Perhaps. After all, the Prince is more attractive than you; if it weren't for the broad frame, she would be a peerless beauty." Chen Yi paused, somewhat regretful, "Unfortunately, her broad frame defeats her allure, in my eyes, she's not peerless."

Qin Qingluo slightly furrowed her brow but asked calmly:

"Then if she's not a peerless beauty, what is she?"

"The beauty of beauties." Chen Yi replied without a thought, "Unique, unparalleled."

Qin Qingluo, who had always presented herself as the Prince of Annan, was momentarily taken aback.

Ordinary people would praise her charisma and talent — terms typically used to commend men — being used for a woman had been rare since she turned fifteen.

It made her somewhat uncomfortable.

Seeing her slight daze, Chen Yi comforted her timely:

"Aunt Zhu, you are also beautiful, even among the women I know, those better looking than you do not exceed two handfuls."

Qin Qingluo came to her senses, lowered her eyes, and feigned a sorrowful question:

"Why do you say that?"

"I don't want to lie to you." Chen Yi said softly, "She truly is one of a kind."

Qin Qingluo, who had just composed herself, felt a slight daze again.

She smiled and continued:

"That aside, how do you plan to deal with her?"

Chen Yi pondered for a long time, then took a deep breath and said slowly:

"You ask me what I think, but actually, I hadn't thought of it. She's going back to the Southern Border; I can't let go of her. But I'm thin-skinned. It's not proper to say these things to her face directly. Now that we are to meet again, I just hope she's well."

Qin Qingluo also pondered, her face obscure in the candlelight:

"What if she insists on killing you?"

But Chen Yi said, "I'm just afraid she won't kill me."

"...Why?"

"If she comes to kill me, I have a reason to find her. If she doesn't come, I'm afraid if I go to the Southern Border, she'll just shut her doors."

"...And why must there be a reason?" She asked.

"Because I know, if you have no reason to meet someone, you'll be scared to see her."

Chen Yi paused, then in a gentle voice, almost as if to himself, said:

"I'm afraid of losing contact and never seeing her again. Even speaking to you now, I want to see her."

Qin Qingluo widened her eyes slightly, and with these words, her murderous intent faded for a moment.

She was reminded of those wild chrysanthemums swaying in the wind...

deeply hidden in what should be a palm concealing a killing move.

Chen Yi gave a bitter smile and sighed lightly, "I've said so much, just remember it, there's no need to tell her, or else with her nature, she would definitely use it as leverage."

The person on the bed was silent for a while, then said in a few haunting words: "How can she be a heartless and ungrateful person?"

As soon as she spoke, she also gave a bitter smile in her heart.

For what needs to be killed, must still be killed.

Chen Yi slowly rose and approached the bed, Qin Qingluo's breathing grew slightly hurried, she realized something.

But her acupoints were not yet unsealed.

Chen Yi gently caressed down her cheek, then held her firmly at her side.

Qin Qingluo shivered slightly, then her thoughts turned; she sneered coldly:

"Can't wait? You incubus."

Chen Yi chuckled, tightened his grip, and said harshly:

"The Prince should be taught more lessons."

A chill surged up; Qin Qingluo still carried a smile and said:

"I, as a lone person, have never counted damages against the dead."

As if not hearing, Chen Yi lowered his head further, clicking his tongue:

"Does the Prince know that I much enjoy the scent of sweat here?"

Qin Qingluo was taken aback by this lustful demon, her pupils constricted, slowly regaining composure.

She had partially unsealed some acupoints, regaining strength, only the same as an ordinary person.

Chen Yi described, "The heavy smell emanating from beneath the armor is quite enticing."

"How degrading." She sneered in response.

Candlelight flickered, and he buried his head at her side, yet the lady Prince showed no sign of refusing.

"I'd advise you to use some force, otherwise Your Highness..."

Qin Qingluo exhaled a breath, stretched lazily, and nonchalantly uttered three words:

"Not satisfied."

Chen Yi squinted, pinned down the lady Prince's head, and smilingly said:

"Seems it was me who surrendered too early; I thought it was the Prince who couldn't hold on and fell onto the bed."

Qin Qingluo looked at him disdainfully, licking her lips.

No words, but her gaze and actions were enough.

Chen Yi didn't extinguish the candle; he never liked to extinguish the lights, not even when the little fox pleaded.

Qin Qingluo's clothes were slowly removed; she was extremely composed, neither hiding nor covering up.

And with some acupoints unsealed, she pushed Chen Yi, instead pressing him down onto the bed.

Chen Yi half-resisted and half-yielded, looked at her smiling, full of desire.

And she was also smiling, with some mockery, as if grooming her fringe, she touched Chen Yi's cheek.

Up to this point, if she could kill him,

then being a princess for a few moments... why not?

She raised her face, eyes full of conceit, spat out a word:

"Drive."

Just this once,

After this time, grace is not yet settled.

.........

.........

After the madness, the bedroom was exceptionally calm, Qin Qingluo gradually regained clarity.

Since it was for a few moments as Zhu E, once those moments passed, everything had to return to normal.

After a few deep breaths, Qin Qingluo regained some strength, with a shake, she threw Chen Yi off.

Chen Yi didn't resist, he turned and embraced her.

Men always become melancholy after the act, while women always express grievances afterwards.

Looking at the person in his arms, Chen Yi spoke of Qin Qingluo:

"Actually, when it comes to it, she and I don't necessarily have to fight to the death; we could also be close friends."

Qin Qingluo faced away, flatly asked:

"Close friends?"

"I teach her the blade, she teaches me the spear, such complements, what are they if not close friends?" Chen Yi spoke slowly, softly, "These matters, don't think too much, just focus on nurturing the child well."

As he mentioned the child in Zhu E's belly, a harsh gleam flickered in Qin Qingluo's eyes.

Her hand slowly reached for the hairpin of the legitimate wife.

The lady Prince remembered that Zhu E mentioned meeting a Taoist nun who predicted for her.

The Spouse Palace Sun transformed into jealousy, marriage has substance without name.

The so-called "substance" referred to the child; looked at this way, wasn't this about Zhu E and Chen Yi, who else could it be about?

Yet she and her only remaining kin, in contrast, had the Ruinous Star entering the Spouse Palace, marriage had name without substance.

What a stark contrast!

Qin Qingluo found it hard to suppress her murderous intent.

Right here, how about ending him?

Once the thought of murder arose, it was difficult to stop.

At this time, Chen Yi was still holding the tall lady gently:

"Many people want to pursue immortality; to say I don't want immortality at all while living in this world, that'd be a lie. But compared to immortality, I desire some joy more, that's why I quite like you."

Qin Qingluo was not swayed by these tender words to stop, even if they were filled with sincerity. She just hid her murderous intent, slowly turned around, the sharp hairpin concealed in her palm.

Chen Yi's palm held no killing move,

But hers did.

She followed up the question:

"You really don't seek immortality?"

He, unaware, drooped his eyebrows, rambling:

"I don't seek immortality, even if I spend my life mundane with no gains, as long as there's laughter, that's enough; you and she, too. One day, if I come to the Prince Mansion, I truly don't wish for swords and soldiers against each other, I just hope everyone can laugh together, reunite as a family."

In Chen Yi's words, there was a feeling of the world's coldness, yet there was much hope and expectation.

The lady Prince had turned half her body, as if about to embrace him, but a hairpin hidden, she smiled:

"Seems you are destined not to live long."

The man behind seemed a bit puzzled.

Qin Qingluo no longer hid, her eyes turned sharp, with a sneer, a hairpin suddenly stabbed forth.

With the whistling of the hairpin slicing through the air, her voice accompanied, like a death knell:

"I am not Zhu E."

The hairpin whistled through the air; under the dim candlelight a response came:

"You think I didn't know?"