My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 631 - 417: Why Can’t You Spare Me?

The slightly raised voice fell, and Yin Weiyin's legs weakened with a tremble.

Turning his eyes, Chen Yi's face revealed a look of deep regret,

"The thousand-mile dam collapses from an ant's nest. This time my qi and blood were obstructed—it's quite a lesson learned for me,"

After saying this, Chen Yi turned to Yin Weiyin with a sly smile:

"So… dare I let there be a next time?"

Yin Weiyin's lips quivered, his fingertips shaking violently. After a moment, he muttered:

"It's not absolutely necessary for chrysanthemum tea to be the antidote."

Chen Yi said nothing.

Even with outsiders present, the female crown gritted her teeth and lowered her posture slightly, speaking in soft tones:

"You and I have been together for so long—is it possible there's not even a trace of affection between us? Do you truly think I am unwilling to brew tea for you? It's just that the martial arts path strictly forbids mere imitation; what matters most is steadfastness. This is for your good, as well as… for my good. After all, we are husband and wife."

Chen Yi frowned slightly.

Yin Weiyin took notice of this minor detail. Though he hadn't mastered the skill of reading others like a cunning fox, their prolonged companionship allowed him to understand Chen Yi's thoughts somewhat.

In truth, their bond was still strong, and they had shared a marital bed countless times. He had traveled across thousands of miles to present flowers to her long ago, showing deep-rooted affection. Much less, after being apart for half a year, the reunion rekindled the romance, making their time apart feel sweeter than newlywed days. Now, with her setting aside some of her Taichua Goddess pride outside, he softened slightly.

Thanks to the little fox.

Yin Weiyin silently thanked Yin Tingxue. If not for her whispering sweet words into Chen Yi's ears, he wouldn't have learned this trick himself.

Standing nearby, Lu Ying appeared slightly baffled. Yin Weiyin had asked her to stay, claiming they would engage in philosophical debates, yet Yin Weiyin remained focused on discussing brewing tea with Chen Yi. What sort of philosophy was this?

Seeing the persistent stalemate wasn't viable, Lu Ying suddenly spoke: "Chrysanthemum tea is nothing much. I've brewed it with Ruo Shu before—it's good for cooling and detoxifying, but why argue about something so trivial? Could this possibly pertain to some great philosophical contention?"

Upon hearing this, Yin Weiyin glanced at Lu Ying's bewildered eyes, harboring a wave of resentment in his heart.

It indeed didn't pertain to a great philosophical contention...

But what it did pertain to… a contention of vital matters...

Not even Yin Tingxue had been treated as such, yet as the Duchess herself, she was to endure this? Was this still worthy of the title of head wife?

However, these words could never be spoken aloud. Yin Weiyin raised a serene smile and remarked, "Small matters provide insight into greater truths. Many philosophical and Buddhist wise words stem from such beginnings."

Lu Ying appeared to grasp the idea somewhat, but while the notion "small matters provide insight into greater truths" was valid, wasn't this matter far too small? And furthermore, this stubborn, endless squabbling seemed less like profound discourse and more like a contest of wits.

Lu Ying bowed her head, entering deep thought.

Yin Weiyin observed that she had temporarily obfuscated the issue, silently exhaling the tension from her chest. She nervously watched Chen Yi, awaiting his response.

If he could let her off this time…

Then in the future, she absolutely… absolutely wouldn't manipulate him this way again. She'd cater more to his wishes…

As Yin Weiyin entertained these thoughts in her mind, Chen Yi stood up without saying a word and left the hall.

The female crown froze momentarily, her mind whirring. After weighing her options, she hurried toward the kitchen first.

Soon after, she emerged from the kitchen with something clutched to her chest and followed after him.

Chen Yi hadn't returned to his room but instead stood in an unnoticed corner. He briefly glanced at Yin Weiyin, who walked quickly toward him with her scalp tingling.

This time hadn't escalated into disaster—it wasn't likely to escalate, either. And her words had a point: they were husband and wife, after all, and their hearts had been entrusted to one another...

Still, should he simply let her off like this?

Chen Yi narrowed his eyes in thought.

Yin Weiyin trembled as she glimpsed his expression. Biting her lip, she didn't hesitate longer and lunged forward.

In one swift motion, she flung herself into Chen Yi's arms. The soft, tender sensation collided with his chest, and Chen Yi showed a startled expression as lotus-white arms wrapped around his arm and waist.

"Good… good brother…"

Yin Weiyin pressed her face against his chest, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum:

"These past six months, I have missed you terribly."

Chen Yi lowered his gaze. After hesitating briefly, he placed his arm around her waist:

"Then what does the ninety taels of silver mean?"

Understanding that he still harbored some resentment, how could Yin Weiyin let him continue his inquiry? Her cheeks flushed, and she softened her tone:

"I saw that you were unwilling to marry her, so I thought I'd sever her thoughts entirely, make her hate you instead."

Chen Yi laughed sarcastically:

"So this was out of goodwill?"

His rhetorical question echoed in her ears. Yin Weiyin shuddered, his fingers brushing against faint goosebumps. Still, the female crown replied gently:

"Indeed, there's some selfishness involved. What woman under heaven is willing to share her husband?"

Chen Yi pressed on relentlessly, sneering, "If you were scheming, then admit you were scheming. Yin Weiyin, why concoct so many excuses?"

"I… I…" The female crown was speechless and paused briefly.

Chen Yi was about to speak further, but before his lips could move, Yin Weiyin tiptoed lightly.

A pair of thin lips pressed against his, enveloping him with water-like tenderness. Chen Yi froze momentarily. He wasn't accustomed to Yin Weiyin initiating a kiss but returned it gently.

She parted after a long while, her eyes shimmering with tears as she murmured softly: "Still… still don't understand?"

Yin Weiyin seemed to recall many grievances. Chen Yi didn't know what to say but felt a sudden tightness in his chest.

"Still don't understand?"

Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes, and she cried,

"I'm jealous!"

The voice wasn't loud or soft. A single teardrop fell brightly as her eyes shimmered with sorrow, mixing with the faint sobs carried on the wind. Chen Yi fell silent.

Yin Weiyin clung tightly, collected the remnants of her sobs, and whispered: "At that time, I panicked, terrified you wouldn't marry me but her instead. I know this doesn't please you, but there was no other way."

After a long time, Chen Yi finally spoke quietly: "Still, it was a form of scheming."

"Even scheming halfway… is that acceptable?" Yin Weiyin offered proactively. "You and I have been married for so long—don't you understand my feelings? You spared Tingxue, so why can't you let me off?"

Chen Yi lowered his gaze again in contemplation.

Yin Weiyin's heart clung to him anxiously. Over these six months, she had missed him dearly—how could he not know?

That night, when he gifted her the flowers, she wept for a long time and held his arm while sleeping through the night…

And besides, this time the matter wasn't too big nor too small. Based on Miss Donggong's personality, it couldn't snowball into disaster; it was nothing more than a minor interlude.

Thinking this, Chen Yi slammed down a hand.

Slap.

Yin Weiyin blushed deeply but dared not defy him, only casting him an embarrassed glance.

"Just this once. If there's a next time, don't blame me for being unmerciful."

"There won't be a next time, naturally."

Yin Weiyin exhaled in relief, feeling like she had narrowly escaped disaster. She leaned forward gently and pecked at his collar.

Chen Yi softly stroked her locks before finally releasing her.

Witnessing this, Yin Weiyin's tightly strung nerves finally relaxed completely.

She felt the object tucked in her chest—the purplish-red hue peeled halfway, revealing a rounded… onion.

Thankfully, her quick thinking had saved her; otherwise, she wouldn't have cried successfully...

Surviving the ordeal, Yin Weiyin rubbed at the spot where she had been hit.

It really stung—probably turned red. But it was still far better than brewing chrysanthemum tea...

Fortunately, he cared too deeply. If it had been in the past, there would've been no way he'd let her off. After this incident, she learned a lesson and resolved not to scheme in this way again. Moving forward, she'd rely on soft words and gentleness instead. As the saying goes, scholars kill without knives—women, too, weren't exempt.

His figure receded into the distance as Yin Weiyin curved her lips into a smile and sighed softly:

"In the end, I managed to handle him."

Just then, a housemaid hurried over and called out loudly:

"There's a young lady from the East Palace requesting an audience outside." 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Thud.

The female crown's eyes widened.

Chen Yi shifted direction, slowly heading toward the doorway...