My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Chapter 1230: Chapter 667: A Good Show to Watch (2-in-1) (Part 2)

"You, why don’t you think positively... Everyone in the world knows I’m a swan."

Chen Yi: "..."

Really... in his Great Yin...

Chen Yi gave another pat, Yin Weiyin trembled slightly, softly humming a sound, the Immortal Lady’s appearance was extremely alluring, Chen Yi couldn’t quite resist, and leaned down for a peck.

Yin Weiyin was a bit surprised, raising an eyebrow to look at him.

Chen Yi slightly frowned and said, "What?"

"What?" Yin Weiyin suppressed a bit of joy, slightly lifting her jade-like nose, "I thought you were still angry, and wouldn’t kiss me."

Chen Yi was stunned for a moment, then smiled angrily, to vent, "Shut up and let me kiss you."

After saying this, Chen Yi pecked her on the face again, then on the forehead, and finally gave her a long, deep kiss.

Yin Weiyin couldn’t help but let out some sounds, unable to hide her excitement.

Chen Yi gave another pat, much lighter this time, and said softly, "Don’t wake Min Ning."

"Mm..."

Yin Weiyin looked at the unresponsive Min Ning, her jade-like nose slightly raised again.

Chen Yi and Min Ning had been apart for a long time, but this morning, his heart was fully focused on her.

It seems, a little separation may not necessarily be better than a new marriage...

If he never forgives her, and she were to leave sadly at this moment, would he then see all the flowers as colorless?

Yin Weiyin thought silently, pondering over this matter again and again.

Chen Yi saw it in her eyes, as if they had a telepathic connection, he didn’t need to ask to know what she was thinking,

Women often like to imagine how their beloved would be worried and restless after they leave, always feeling that the traces left behind are carefully treasured after life and death partings.

She always saw herself as an independent person, with her own ideas, often stubborn in her beliefs, even to the point of getting caught up in them. When she truly made mistakes, if it wasn’t serious, she would never sincerely admit them, it was these flaws that annoyed him in the past, and now, they linger in Chen Yi’s heart, full of longing because she is the genuine Yin Weiyin.

.........

Min Ning had actually woken up much earlier.

Perhaps even earlier than Chen Zunming.

But being a woman, even a heroine like Min Ning, there is a certain modesty, especially after last night’s passion, how could she be bold? So she closed her eyes and waited patiently.

Then she heard Chen Yi peck Yin Weiyin multiple times.

"..."

Min Ning was momentarily speechless.

After Chen Yi was stuck like glue for a while, he turned to lightly peck Min Ning’s face.

Min Ning abruptly turned her head, dodging him, causing Chen Yi’s face to bump into the pillow.

"Get up, Chen Zunming."

After she spoke, she tossed aside the quilt, got up, and dressed swiftly, leaving the pair of naked people on the bed.

Once the three of them were dressed and washed, they went to a tea shop for breakfast.

The morning tea shops in Dragon Tail City of the Southern Border were bustling with the hustle and bustle of the market.

The coarse pottery bowls were filled with steaming, milky-white "cross-the-bridge" rice noodles, the broth rich and shimmering with oil slicks, and the side plates arranged with paper-thin slices of fresh meat, tender chicken strips, green pea shoots, and quail eggs.

There were also golden, crispy fried dough sticks paired with milk curd and sticky rice cakes, and the air filled with the fresh fragrance of rice noodles, the scorched aroma of the fried dough sticks, and the uniquely local fermented sour scent of the dipping sauce.

Min Ning obviously had quite the appetite, slurping up a big mouthful of noodles, tearing off a piece of fried milk curd and popping it into her mouth, crunching away.

As she ate, she looked around with a bit of appreciation, "Under the rule of the Prince of Annan, this place is quite interesting. I thought such a frontier place would be full of uncivilized barbarians, but there are so many Han people and such strong Han culture here."

The pedestrians on the street coming and going, although a few were dressed in brightly colored tube skirts or silver jewelry of the Southwest Yi people, the majority’s clothing and behavior were barely different from those in the Central Plains hinterland.

Chen Yi looked around and nodded, "Yes, it’s indeed well-governed."

The streets were lined with shopfronts, many signs using Han script, and even the hawker’s cries had a bit of an official dialect accent.

Min Ning swallowed her food, her phoenix eyes looking at Chen Yi, with a bit of bluntness typical of Jianghu people, "Remembering when we were in the Capital City, I had some connection with the Prince of Annan. The prince is fiery-tempered but principled, a person worthy of befriending. Since we’ve come to his territory, I should pay a visit to this old friend one way or another."

She emphasized the words "old friend."

Chen Yi thought of how when she learned of Qin Yue’s background last night, she was shocked but not repulsed, instead actively seeking reconciliation. The biggest stone in his heart seemed to have settled.

Since Min Ning had actively proposed the meeting and seemed to harbor no malice, he really had no reason to refuse.

So he responded, "Alright, let’s go after eating."

As they spoke, Min Ning’s gaze was attracted to a procession on the street: several people dressed as Royal Mansion Servants were carrying things past, holding and hoisting vibrant, colorful red silk, others carrying baskets covered with red cloth, judging by the shape, containing items likely akin to eggs.

Min Ning raised an eyebrow, puzzled, "Oh? Is the Royal Mansion hosting a joyous event? Buying such red silk and eggs... Could a direct descendant of the Qin Family be coming of age and preparing for a significant event such as a betrothal?"

Chen Yi followed her gaze, the vague sense of foreboding that had lingered since morning suddenly felt like a fine thorn prickling at him.

He furrowed his brow slightly, casually agreeing, "Probably... yes."

However, even he found his tone a bit uncertain.

After finishing their breakfast, the three headed straight to the Annan Royal Mansion. The mansion’s vermilion gate remained as imposing as ever, yet noticeably busier.

Just as on the street earlier, those few servants were commanding others to move the newly purchased red silk and baskets of eggs inside, bustling with joyous activity.

Suppressing the inexplicable unease in his heart, Chen Yi stepped forward to present his Zige Bureau badge, the guard checked it before respectfully letting them pass.

As they walked inside, the signs of festive decorations became more pronounced, with several new red lanterns already hung under the eaves, Chen Yi’s heart inexplicably beating faster, the ominous foreboding growing heavier, weighing on his chest.

Finally, in the inner courtyard corridor, they encountered Princess Consort Zhu E hastily coming their way.

Upon seeing Chen Yi, Zhu E immediately broke into a relieved smile, walking quickly towards him, her voice tinged with urgency and joy, "My lord, you’re finally back! The Prince has been waiting for you!"

"Waiting for me?" Chen Yi was stunned, a sudden jolt of shock seizing him.

"Yes!" Zhu E, seemingly unaware of his sudden change in expression, continued talking on her own, with a bit of the authority of a mistress organizing matters, "The Prince has almost finished preparing the betrothal gifts, just waiting for you to return so he can proceed! The date has already been..."

Just as Zhu E blurted out these words, standing slightly behind Chen Yi to his side, Min Ning’s body froze, a barely noticeable moment of stiffness.

Zhu E, mid-sentence, seemed to finally notice the two people behind Chen Yi.

As her gaze fell on the dashing Min Ning, she visibly paused, trying to recall, then with a bit of realization and astonishment, said, "Oh! It’s... Miss Min? You’ve come too?"

Min Ning’s hands, previously resting casually at her sides, suddenly clenched silently, the knuckles turning white from the pressure, fingernails digging deep into her palms, leaving clear crescent marks.

Her daring face remained expressionless, but those sharp phoenix eyes slightly squinted, her gaze steadily focused on Zhu E, then slowly swept over the person beside her, a bead of cold sweat appearing on their forehead.

And standing half a step behind Min Ning, Yin Weiyin watched the rapidly developing situation, with Min Ning’s clenched fist and Chen Yi’s stiff expression, the cool depths of her eyes lightly flashed with a touch of complicated amusement.

This... really seems like it’s going to get interesting.