My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Chapter 1238: Chapter 672: Someone Else’s Little Home

Under the maid’s support, Min Ning returned to the guest courtyard, intoxicated and staggering, with unsteady steps.

When she reached the front of the guest courtyard, she suddenly struggled free, pushed away the two maids helping her, and the maids cried out in surprise, falling to the ground.

Min Ning also staggered a bit, but she ignored it and stumbled into the dim room.

She seemed drunk beyond drunkenness, trying to make herself as drunk as possible, just wanting to completely cover up the repeatedly haunting scene in her mind with the intoxicating alcohol.

There was no light in the room, only the faint moonlight streaming in from outside the window.

Min Ning leaned against the cold wall, gasping for breath, feeling parched and with a splitting headache, she groped around, hoarsely calling out, "Tea... Hangover tea... where is it?"

She called out several times, yet found not a single maid attending to the courtyard, it was empty except for her heavy breathing and the wailing wind outside the window.

She leaned against a chair at the table, standing with difficulty, her face shrouded in shadows, feeling waves of coldness and nausea.

Suddenly, a lamp lit up in the inner room, a figure emerged holding a candlestick.

"I sent them all away."

Min Ning squinted against the glaring light and looked up to find it was Yin Weiyin.

Yin Weiyin wore plain clothes, with a jacket casually draped over them, clearly having gotten up just upon hearing the commotion.

She looked at Min Ning’s disheveled state, a hint of surprise crossed her face but was quickly covered by her usual calm expression.

Min Ning had no interest in why she was there, her hoarse voice again repeated, "Hangover tea..."

Upon hearing Min Ning’s unclear calls, Yin Weiyin raised an eyebrow but didn’t ask much, turned to the table and poured a cup of already prepared, by now cold and bitter hangover tea, handing it over.

She watched as Min Ning almost snatched it, gulping down the bitter liquid.

Min Ning drank halfway, coughing heavily several times, her face obscured in the candlelight.

"You went to see that Prince of Annan in such a grand manner before," Yin Weiyin asked in confusion once she steadied herself, "I thought... you and that Prince of Annan would surely cause some real trouble, but you didn’t fight?"

Her tone was so calm it was hard to tell if it was disappointment or something else.

She indeed had intentions, if these two really got into a fight, she as the First Lady could step in to mediate, project kindness and dampen the situation, not only showcasing her demeanor and smoothing her relationship with Chen Yi, but also conveniently establishing authority, achieving multiple goals at once.

Min Ning drank the cold bitter tea in large gulps, the icy liquid into her stomach seemed to suppress some of the swirling alcohol, making her somewhat sober. But this clarity didn’t bring relief, instead it seemed to tear away layers of drunken concealment, causing a deeper pain to emerge clearly, her brow furrowed tightly, her face looked even worse than before.

Yin Weiyin noticed something amiss, her fingertips moved slightly, a subtle soft glow flowed around her fingertips, gently pointing towards Min Ning’s forehead.

This was a calming spell, meant to help gather chaotic emotions.

A point of coolness merged in, Min Ning’s violently heaving chest seemed to calm slightly, but the pain in her eyes didn’t diminish much.

"What’s wrong with you?" Yin Weiyin withdrew her hand, her tone sounding as if concern, yet with a slight rising inflection at the end, somewhat sarcastic, "Have you really been driven to the point of drowning your sorrows in alcohol? Uncharacteristic of you."

Min Ning suddenly looked up, her gaze sharply piercing her, despite the drunken bloodshot eyes they were still like a knife, "Yin Weiyin, are you really caring about me, or gloating over my misery?"

Yin Weiyin was taken aback by her question, then thought for a moment, the corner of her lips curled up with an unheated arc, saying: "Heroine Min, what are you talking about, you’ve done me a favor, how could I gloat over my benefactor’s misery?"

The words sounded nice, though it didn’t reveal much sincerity.

Min Ning gave a derisive laugh, thickly self-mocking: "Really? Then I’ll assume you’re being caring."

She was unwilling to discern the truth in this woman’s words anymore.

"So, what exactly happened?" Yin Weiyin pursued, "I saw you earlier... it seemed like your emotions were agitated, unable to restrain."

Min Ning was silent for a moment, the candlelight flickering in her eyes. She finally spoke, her voice hoarse: "On the Hanhai Building, with her... Qin Qingluo, facing each other drinking."

Yin Weiyin raised her brows in surprise: "You still have time to discuss heroes over drinks with her?"

This was indeed not something Min Ning would do.

"I certainly didn’t have that time!" Min Ning’s tone suddenly became agitated, then quickly fell, "At that time... aside from some long separations, reunion thoughts, I somewhat... had the intention to provoke."

She confessed, with a bit of a reckless tone.

"I wanted to suppress her, wanted to snatch back Chen Yi... she Qin Qingluo is the Prince of Annan so what? If she wants to marry him, at least... at least she must ask me first!"

Upon hearing this, Yin Weiyin held back her disdain, ask you? Chen Yi marrying someone, when did he need to ask you Min Ning? If asking, it should be the mistress of the household first.

And she Yin Weiyin, naturally agreed.

Yet she didn’t say this but asked smoothly: "Then why in the end, are you still... staggering back alone? Could it be you... didn’t fight her?"

This question was like a needle, lightly pricking.

Min Ning didn’t answer immediately, instead raised her eyes, staring straight at Yin Weiyin, countering, "Do I look like a dog with no home now?"

Yin Weiyin was caught off guard by her question, this did indeed voice a fleeting thought she had, she couldn’t nod, only slightly shaking her head, her tone flat: "Not quite."

"Heh..."

Min Ning laughed lightly and didn’t dwell on the matter.

She took a deep breath, as if gathering courage, then slowly said: "From her Martial Intent... I saw something."

"Something?" Yin Weiyin frowned.

"Mm." Min Ning’s eyes drifted towards the pitch-dark night outside the window, her voice turned somewhat faraway, "Her Martial Intent, vast and majestic, as heavy as mountains, is about warfare, ancestral temples... but deep down, I saw... a home."

She paused, seeming that the image became clear again, her throat tightened: "A very ordinary, yet very stable courtyard... with a bamboo horse for children... and a cloth tiger..."

These words were light, yet carried an indescribable weight.

Min Ning’s thoughts seemed to drift back to a long time ago, she murmured: "Back in the Capital City... my grandfather, my parents, and my sister Min Ming... our Min Family was like that too... although there were many rules, heavy burdens, but... it was a home..."

The past flashed through her mind like a carousel, her idolized grandfather smiling cheerfully, her silent and reliable parents, her sister who always secretly took her out to play... those warmth and stability once buried long ago, now slowly stirred by another woman’s Martial Intent.

Yin Weiyin turned her gaze, through the flickering candlelight, she unexpectedly saw a silent tear slide down the corner of Min Ning’s eye, quickly blending into her hairline.

Min Ning seemed to notice, suddenly raising her hand to wipe it away forcefully, taking a deep breath, her throat uttered a very slight, suppressed sob.

She slowly lowered her head, chuckled softly and said:

"A person like me whose home has been destroyed... how could I... destroy someone else’s home?"