My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Chapter 1226: Chapter 665: The Child’s Surname Is Qin? (2)

Chen Yi was taken aback, and many absurd past events suddenly stirred up memories. Just as he was about to shake his head, Yin Weiyin glanced over inadvertently. He thought of the female crown’s expression when brewing chrysanthemum tea, filled with humiliation and resentment, yet occasionally reaching new heights. The emotions were indescribable, and with this thought, Chen Yi’s heart surged, glancing at Heroine Min.

The Martial Arts Realm was approaching the Third Rank, and Min Ning rarely disguised herself as a man anymore. Tonight, her heroic face was enhanced with a soft halo in the dim light.

If the Heroine were to brew tea with the Immortal tonight...

Since Min Ning had already made some plans, he might as well go with the flow this time.

"Back then, I was unaware of etiquette and offended Hero Min. Reflecting now, I truly apologize."

Min Ning gave Chen Yi a sideways glance, "Where did you learn to address yourself as ’official’, ’official’."

Chen Yi instinctively became vigilant but saw Min Ning had no further reaction, relaxed, and calmly said, "When my position in the Capital was lower than yours, didn’t I always call myself that?"

"Ha, thinking I don’t understand your mind." Min Ning scoffed, having seen through Chen Yi’s tricks countless times.

Had she not held her ground then, she might have lost herself to him prematurely. If that had happened, she wouldn’t have her current state of mind, and she and Chen Yi would no longer be as they are now.

She had seen several women like this, no matter how much they struggled or resisted, ultimately they submitted obediently to this person. Even if he indeed made some concessions, they were merely concessions.

She didn’t want to become one of those women.

Min Ning spoke up, "Speaking of which, I originally had something to ask you, but I’ve forgotten."

"Then don’t ask, if you can’t remember, just let it go. Let’s talk about something else."

"How’s my sister... is she doing well?" Min Ning suddenly asked.

She asked about Min Ming, and Chen Yi was prepared, immediately answering, "Isn’t Min Ming at Yin Sword Mountain? Speaking of which, I haven’t gone back in a while. She’s on the mountain, no worries, rest assured."

Min Ning frowned slightly, saying, "I used to feel assured, but now I’m not so sure. As my Martial Arts Realm continues to climb, the threat to your master grows."

Chen Yi chuckled, saying, "Master wouldn’t go that far; she’s not a hard-hearted person."

"Hard-hearted? Indeed." Min Ning sneered, her phoenix eyes glancing sideways as candlelight danced in her eyes, "Being a Taoist is better than some people, who’s heart is soft, yet hide knives in honey."

Her words carried implications, her gaze subtly sweeping over the quietly standing Yin Weiyin beside her. Yin Weiyin’s movement was barely perceptible but momentarily paused before resuming her tea-making.

Chen Yi glanced over too, secretly thinking:

It’s settled.

Yin Weiyin and Min Ning already had old grievances. If Min Ning didn’t take this chance to stab Yin Weiyin now, it would be unnatural.

Chen Yi pretended not to hear, naturally leaning towards Min Ning, resting his arm on the table’s edge, his palm, with a probing warmth, covered Min Ning’s hand placed on her knee.

Min Ning’s fingers, long and strong, had calluses from years of swordplay; she slightly moved but didn’t immediately withdraw. She let him hold her hand, her fingertips unconsciously caressing Chen Yi’s hand, as if feeling the texture of his skin.

"Chen Zunming, did you know on my way here, I was delayed and met a woman named Bai... can’t remember her name, but she seemed like quite the rich young lady."

"And then?" Chen Yi’s voice lowered slightly, "I’m not interested in rich young ladies; I’m interested in Hero Min."

"But that rich young lady was interested in Hero Min me."

"Oh?"

"I remember meeting her on the way, so I saved her, escorting her all the way to Western Jin."

"Chivalrous indeed."

"Certainly," Min Ning boasted slightly, "I’m a woman, couldn’t have been interested in her. Alas, I didn’t expect she’d pour her heart out to me."

"Why didn’t you introduce her to me?"

"You wish, though she did want to introduce you to her."

"Introduce me for what?"

"To submit as a subordinate."

Saying so, the two exchanged a glance and then burst into hearty laughter.

After the laughter, Min Ning seemed stirred by a sense of heroism, leaning slightly closer to Chen Yi, nearly feeling each other’s breath.

Chen Yi’s hand naturally slipped down, with undeniable force, covering her tight, strong waist under her tunic, even slowly upward, fingertips feeling the resilient muscle beneath the fabric.

Min Ning’s body briefly tensed but then relaxed, lightly tilting to let his hand more smoothly align with her curves. She raised her teacup, took a sip, a satisfied sigh emanating from her throat, as if immersed in memories of the Jianghu.

Min Ning calmly said, "I heard you got married in the Capital, but didn’t take me with you."

Suddenly bringing this up, her tone was calm, without the intent to accuse.

Chen Yi responded, "You weren’t there then."

Min Ning nodded slightly, softly saying, "Don’t let this happen again."

Chen Yi blinked, naturally knowing to make a promise and said, "I promise."

After hearing this, Min Ning took up the tea, handed it over, saying, "Here, let’s drink this as our wedding toast."

Chen Yi, hearing this, drank, at the side Yin Weiyin’s gaze stalled briefly, then slowly shifted aside.

After drinking the tea, Min Ning seemed to become slightly tipsy, her gaze slightly dreamy, slowly saying, "That thing... why can’t I recall it?"

"Probably not that important, right."

"True enough."

The atmosphere in the guest house gradually turned somewhat hazy; incense mixed with the lingering spicy richness from Min Ning belonging to the female knight’s essence, her own scorched hay-like aura from the intense sun, blending with Yin Weiyin’s snowy pine needle coolness, forming a complex tension pulling at the room’s three occupants.

Yin Weiyin quietly refilled tea for the two’s empty cups.

The steaming tea poured into the coarse pottery cup, making a slight rush sound, in this increasingly ambiguous silence, strikingly clear. She lowered her gaze, long lashes casting thick shadows below, veiling all emotions, the incense seemed to grow stronger, with a warm, intoxicating scent.

Min Ning spoke of even older matters, her first killing experience, peculiar encounters during her Jianghu adventures, Chen Yi smiled at each, skillfully steering the conversation to a warmer topic—intoxicating without wine, especially when they’re a heroic couple.

The two naturally inched closer, words dwindling, breaths deepening, gazes stuck together with an unspoken heat, they nearly got up simultaneously, carried by the atmosphere’s momentum, steps slightly unsteady heading towards the plain-sheeted bed.

However, Min Ning occasionally pressed her head, straining to recall the thing she forgot to ask.

Yin Weiyin silently reached the bedside, standing with lowered hands, poised as a maid ready to serve, silently placing the cooled tea on a nearby small table, unnoticed.

Chen Yi’s breathing grew increasingly heated, looking at Min Ning, now so close, her gaze carrying traces of dreaminess, glancing at the calm, accepting Yin Weiyin still standing, the excitement inside him finally peaked, nearly unable to suppress the joy of impending success.

It’s happening!

His fingertips impatiently reached for the closures of Min Ning’s tunic, fumbling for the buttons, with an eager yet controlling twist undid the first one.

The coarse fabric button came undone, revealing a small patch of skin weathered by sun and wind, in the dim candlelight exuding a fine sheen. Chen Yi’s breath caught in his throat.

Just as his fingers touched the second button,

"I remembered."

Min Ning suddenly raised her head, unexpectedly asked:

"Chen Zunming, I heard you have a child?"

Chen Yi jolted abruptly,

finger frozen mid-button.

"I hear... named Qin Yue, right, surname... Qin..."