My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Chapter 1217: Chapter 660: Min Ning (Double-Length)

Chen Yi looked calmly at Yin Weiyin. From the past, placing her temporarily on Gaoliang Mountain was to prevent her from causing turmoil again. Given the female crown’s muddled disposition, she definitely wouldn’t be able to accept the existence of Qin Yue immediately.

It’s uncertain if it’s fortunate, but after that event at the Immortal Palace, I’ve become much colder toward her, and can make harsh decisions. Otherwise, if I softened, I would certainly have to make many concessions for Qin Yue. Even so, it would be hard to stop her from encroaching further.

But no matter what, she has to face it.

"...Wait... whose child?"

The shock on Yin Weiyin’s face instantly turned to terror, as if a storm was brewing inside her.

"So, you mean..."

The female crown in front paused for a moment but quickly regained composure. She suddenly laughed twice and then said:

"So, Tingxue came too?"

Even though Chen Yi was prepared to be as hard as stone, he almost couldn’t hold it together at this moment.

Yin Weiyin stepped a couple of steps closer, her bright eyes examining Qin Yue in his arms, around two or three years old, her facial features... indeed resembled Chen Yi a bit, especially the high nose and the expression of pursed lips. Earlier, as they were apart, her mind was entirely on talking with Chen Yi, so she hadn’t taken a detailed look.

She clicked her tongue in wonder, saying: "I did not expect Tingxue’s Taoist skill to be this profound, enough to create such a convincing illusion."

Chen Yi was silent for a while, and Qin Yue was somewhat bewildered, subconsciously tugging at Chen Yi’s collar. Silently, she began to rely a bit on this uncertain parental figure.

After a long moment, Chen Yi spoke slowly, word by word: "This is my child, Yin Weiyin."

"Yes, I know, Tingxue secretly regards you as a mother. I’ve heard her say."

"...She is not disguised by Tingxue."

"Impossible." Yin Weiyin directly denied.

"...Her name is Qin Yue."

"No, Qin..." Yin Weiyin abruptly lifted her head, the smile on her face froze as if a thin layer of ice shattered by a heavy hammer, "Her surname is Qin?"

Her voice was very soft, with a nearly imperceptible tremor, as if not hearing clearly yet simultaneously understanding yet unable to comprehend its implications.

If her surname is Qin...

Yin Weiyin only felt a piercing coldness rushing from her feet to her head, her limbs stiffening. She gazed at the girl in Chen Yi’s arms, that small face, the familiar contours of the eyebrows, especially those eyes... now tearful, revealing even more resemblance.

A name, a figure, struck her mind like thunder, Mystic Robe Python Robe, upright posture,

Qin Qingluo!

The regal authority from last night at the Prince Mansion, Qin Qingluo’s composed control in dealing with affairs, and especially those deep, snake-like eyes under the firelight... all the images rushed to her, finally converging on the child in Chen Yi’s arms, clinging dependently to his neck...

Yin Weiyin stopped completely in place, only a few steps away from Chen Yi and the child, the dawn light hitting her pale face, reflecting not a hint of blood, only a vast, bewildered shock.

Chen Yi held Qin Yue, the small body still slightly sobbing from the previous chase, tears hanging on her long lashes. He lowered his head, naturally using his finger to wipe the tear stains off Qin Yue’s cheek, a flicker of tenderness Yin Weiyin had never seen, almost clumsy.

Yin Weiyin was dazed for a long time, eventually stiffly asking: "You must be joking with me?" She paused, forcing a smile, "Please don’t purposely provoke me, okay?"

Chen Yi raised his eyes to look at Yin Weiyin again, his gaze calm and unruffled.

"This is my child." He repeated, his words clear and without doubt.

Time seemed to freeze in the courtyard. The sound of the wind through the leaves, the distant, nervous, heavy breathing of the housekeeper, all became extraordinarily clear, yet exceedingly distant.

Yin Weiyin’s breath seemed to halt. She hadn’t felt so helpless for a long time.

No wonder last night Qin Qingluo looked at her as if watching a joke! No wonder Chen Yi ignored her pleas, directly leaving her in the guest courtyard! No wonder he was so familiar with this Prince Mansion and so obedient to Qin Qingluo’s arrangements!

There is... a child between them! A living, already running and jumping child!

The immense shock made Yin Weiyin’s mind buzz, even momentarily losing vision.

Chen Yi didn’t seem to intend to elaborate further, merely holding Qin Yue, gently patting her back: "Alright, don’t be afraid. Look, it’s not chasing anymore."

The Tai Sha Sword had long since quietly suspended at his side, withdrawing all its edge.

He looked up, his gaze skimming over Yin Weiyin’s distraught, complex face, his tone as unemotional as narrating something irrelevant: "Her mother... Must be anxious waiting, I’ll send her back."

"Mother" mercilessly pierced Yin Weiyin’s eardrum. She opened her mouth, but her throat seemed blocked, unable to produce any sound, looking on as Chen Yi held the child, turned, and walked steadily toward the inner quarters of the Prince Mansion.

This time...

She lost completely.

Yin Weiyin stood in place, unable to move.

The housekeeper nervously glanced at Yin Weiyin standing still, then at the departing father and daughter, finally jogging to catch up, leaving behind silence.

............

Qin Qingluo didn’t know she had silently caused the always proud Princess Jing to lose so thoroughly for the first time, only knowing she felt refreshed after a short rest.

The martial artist’s body is strong, several days and nights without sleep can potentially be endured, let alone their considerable consumption over merely one night.

Qin Qingluo glanced at the hourglass, knowing it was only two or three hours past, the daylight was just right, she didn’t rush to have a meal, arranging her clothes, she intended to handle some duties in the study, but reconsidered, figuring he was probably there.