My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

"Fake... This can't be, this is fake..."

After an unknown amount of time, words finally emerged from the trembling body of the tall woman.

Her fingertips trembled uncontrollably, her face shrouded in shadow.

The man suddenly spoke: "Yes, it's fake."

The female Prince almost instantly lifted her snake-like eyes, her lips slightly parted, her trembling fingers showing a glimmer of hope in her gaze.

Chen Yi said sincerely, "Sorry, I lied to you. It's real."

It's real...

Qin Qingluo froze once again.

The medicine bowl in her hand loosened, spilling the soup all over the ground.

Chen Yi continued: "You can have someone calculate your fate later, or... wait three or four months and feel your belly..."

Almost as soon as his sentence ended, the female Prince stomped hard, her figure flashing away explosively.

"I'll kill you!"

Qin Qingluo suddenly erupted into action. Despite being unclear about the situation, Min Ning had no time to think and lunged forward to block her.

However, as just a Sixth Rank martial artist, how could Min Ning catch up with Qin Qingluo's speed?

When she stepped forward twice, Qin Qingluo had already moved four steps; when she had gone four steps, Qin Qingluo was but a step away from Chen Yi.

The hairpin gleamed coldly, dripping with blood, about to pierce through Chen Yi's throat in an instant.

She almost seemed to hear the sound of blood spurting.

That sound was despair, was agony.

Everything would end here, releasing all the years of humiliation.

"If I die, Aunt Zhu will..."

Chen Yi's voice stopped at just the right moment.

The freezing winds swept into his hair, while Qin Qingluo's hairpin halted just an inch from his neck.

She forcibly restrained the hairpin, veins bulging on her arm. On her pale skin, they stood out all the more.

"Aunt Zhu... Aunt Zhu..." she rasped in a hoarse murmur, "...what will happen to Aunt Zhu?"

Chen Yi retorted, "Haven't you already guessed?"

Sudden silence engulfed Qin Qingluo.

Should it not be hers, but Zhu E's... then if Chen Yi were to die, Zhu E would also... perish alongside him.

Her arms trembled lightly, and her resolute yet heroic face was visibly pale.

Although the person before her was incapacitated, ensnaring himself, utterly defenseless, she could not act.

The hairpin quivered in her clutch.

Chen Yi turned his head and lightly addressed Min Ning: "Yue Chi, this is not your affair anymore."

Min Ning was bewildered, clearly in the middle of a game where she knew neither the rules nor the stakes. Within such a short span of time, she couldn't make sense of the relations among them.

Wasn't the Prince and Princess borrowing Chen Yi for... a child?

Even if the Princess hadn't conceived, if the Prince had, wouldn't it still be... a joyous event?

They were... a bit too chaotic...

The innocent Min Ning felt a sudden surge like alcohol intoxication, head buzzing with confusion.

After hesitating, seeing Chen Yi's calm demeanor, she took a deep breath and slowly retreated.

She didn't go far, though, instead staying within the camp's main hall, ready to intervene at any moment.

As Min Ning's figure disappeared behind layers of curtains, Chen Yi turned his gaze back to the female Prince.

He asked leisurely, "Why didn't you kill me?"

The female Prince trembled, her teeth almost shattered, and the hairpin still trembling near Chen Yi's throat, so precariously it seemed it might pierce him at any moment.

The sharp tip of the hairpin shifted slightly forward, as if driven by some faint glimmer of desperate resolve.

"Kill me, and Zhu E will be gone too."

That man's face curved into a smile.

"All alone, so pitiful…"

Qin Qingluo's pupils constricted sharply.

If Zhu E were gone, she would lose all her closest ties...

Leaving behind only the wretched seed within her body.

She slowly lowered the hairpin in her hand.

Just as Chen Yi thought she would put it away,

The tip twisted, and she fiercely stabbed it into Chen Yi's palm.

Chen Yi watched expressionlessly as the wound tore open, blood spurting anew.

Qin Qingluo withdrew the hairpin, raising it high again, preparing to stab Chen Yi elsewhere.

Not to kill him, but enough to vent her rage — even if it was futile venting.

"Do you dare?"

The flat voice fell, and Qin Qingluo's wrist trembled, her arm eager to strike, yet her heart forcibly pulling it back.

The female Prince's face contorted with hatred, her lips quivering as she stared at him like a ghost. Yet, no words escaped her.

She didn't dare...

The consequences of her striking — how it would affect Zhu E — she dared not gamble...

Chen Yi calmly stared at her, his gaze drifting to her abdomen.

The female Prince suddenly realized something, twisting the hairpin again, aiming at her own abdomen.

If she couldn't kill him,

She would destroy the vile seed...!

Chen Yi's lips moved once more, speaking low:

"Aunt Zhu… seems to really like my child."

The piercing sound of the hairpin's sharp movement halted abruptly.

The female Prince's teeth nearly shattered: "You dare?!"

Chen Yi grinned: "I haven't said anything, merely mentioned Aunt Zhu in passing."

Then, despite his locked acupoints, he turned his neck, loosening it as if stretching.

The flickering lamp flames cast light and shadow upon Qin Qingluo's face, making her features shift alternately with clarity and obscurity.

Chen Yi spoke seemingly without care: "I've mentioned before — the women more beautiful than Zhu E number just a handful, and coincidentally, it seems these women are all... intertwined with me in some way."

Qin Qingluo grasped something from his words — the man did not seem to care that much for Zhu E.

And then he clarified appropriately: "The women I care for now total ten, and Aunt Zhu... seems to place tenth."

The tall woman's pupils shrunk, her fingertips trembling lightly, thoughts racing uncontrollably through her mind: if the wretched seed is destroyed, then Aunt Zhu would be buried alongside...

Zhu E was her fatal weakness...

Generally speaking, no one could ever use this fatal weakness to threaten her.