My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion
Chapter 219 - 197: Give a Name (Extra 2 in 1)

Chapter 219: Chapter 197: Give a Name (Extra 2 in 1)

Yin Weiyin had already lost all will to live.

Everything had been exposed; even the last shred of dignity was ruthlessly stripped away and discarded to the ground.

She didn’t know what to say. Chen Yi was practically the bane of her life—meeting him never heralded anything good. He seemed like a celestial being sent to subdue her, always finding some excuse to torment her relentlessly.

Yin Weiyin’s legs were weak, and she collapsed into Chen Yi’s arms, regretting every decision that led her here. She shouldn’t have come to this Joyful Sect, much less stepped into this Buddha Tower.

Every time she hit rock bottom and thought things might turn around, she was mockingly pushed to an even lower abyss.

Pa.

Speechless, Yin Weiyin blinked, her cheeks flushed bright red as she stole a panicked glance at Chen Yi.

That man was grinning at her, his hand still lingered there as if he had given it a playful squeeze.

Chen Yi taunted, "I thought you’d reformed. Turns out, a phoenix will always remain a phoenix."

Yin Weiyin’s face burned as if scalded. She bit her lip, stared at him, and retorted in a defeated tone:

"That’s right... I’m even more disobedient than you think."

"Oh?" Chen Yi dragged the word out with intentional ambiguity.

Yin Weiyin knew she couldn’t escape this ordeal, so she braced herself and said:

"The filthy words you spout... from now on... they’re up to you..."

The further she went, the quieter her voice became.

She remembered far too many of Chen Yi’s crude remarks. Had she wanted to forget them, she wouldn’t have been able to—a person often remembers vividly what they fear most. And since she played the puppet, his lewdness turned even more malicious, complete with actions. He toyed with everything, not just the name ’Twin Lotus,’ but also ’Midnight Bloom.’

What had she become by resigning herself like this? Yin Weiyin’s gaze lowered; conflicted, she felt wronged but lacked the strength to resist.

After all, she was nothing more than a cauldron...

Yin Weiyin clutched the hem of her robe. In front of him, she, a proud daughter of the King of Jing, couldn’t control even the slightest thing.

Chen Yi smiled faintly as he exploited her vulnerability, leaving her breath ragged and trembling.

The Princess of Xiang looked on with concern, regretting whether she had made a mistake.

Dong Gong Ruoshu awkwardly stepped aside, turning her head to avoid watching.

Chen Yi pondered for a moment before saying nonchalantly:

"You’re far too restless for your own good."

Even though she had prepared herself, Yin Weiyin’s heart seemed to leap to her throat.

It was as though she were standing trial, listening to the magistrate’s verdict.

"If you follow me, naturally you must follow me."

Chen Yi smiled slightly and asked:

"Still... if I give you status, will you behave?"

The King of Jing’s daughter froze in place.

Then she heard Chen Yi continue:

"Once we return, you’ll sign your name at my mansion and join the ranks as a sister to my ’little fox.’"

"Preposterous! I am the King of Jing’s daughter!"

Yin Weiyin instinctively protested.

"What if I force you?"

"You! I..."

Yin Weiyin faltered, unable to form words, her lips trembling.

Chen Yi chuckled, stroking her shoulder blade as he said:

"You don’t have to live in my mansion, but no matter what, from now on, I’ll treat you as my woman."

After speaking, regardless of Yin Weiyin’s consent, he leaned in to kiss her lips. Savagely, he claimed them before finally letting her go.

The white-robed female crown steadied herself, realizing her thoughts were completely scrambled. Yes, she had considered herself merely a mistress, often sorrowful. For someone of heavenly noble status like her, not having a title was unconscionable. But deep down, this was less about yearning for recognition and more about harboring resentment.

Now, however, he’d made his decision. Thinking about her name being added to his household registry, Yin Weiyin felt an overwhelming mixture of emotions, her mind a chaotic mess.

Was he doing this because he’d had a fleeting realization, seeing that while she was rebellious, at heart, she was still his cauldron—obedient and unlikely to plot against him anymore? Or was it because she had been wounded recently, and he felt pity, finally embodying the notion of cherishing beauty?

After all, Chen Yi could have simply continued treating her as a mistress, humiliating her as much as possible while indulging in the pleasures of her body. She wouldn’t have dared refuse him. At the end of the day, she couldn’t decipher the thoughts of this man.

Women often complicate matters, and someone as clueless as Yin Weiyin did so even more.

To Chen Yi, however, the answer was simple, summed up in just six words:

To follow one’s whims and desire.

Chen Yi turned to Dong Gong Ruoshu and, thinking for a moment, said:

"Miss Donggong, I hope you can keep all of this to yourself and breath a word to no one."

Dong Gong Ruoshu considered it, then nodded earnestly, feeling guilty toward Yin Weiyin:

"Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone that she’s a cauldron."

As Dong Gong spoke, the female crown staggered.

She’d truly encountered a gem—a woman this oblivious was beyond belief.

Chen Yi shook his head knowingly. Having a deep understanding of Dong Gong Ruoshu’s personality, he could grasp Yin Weiyin’s mindset perfectly.

Dong Gong Ruoshu was overly straightforward—not in the sense of being principled like Min Ning, but rather foolishly literal-minded.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have fled her marriage in Western Jin and run away all the way to Great Yu.

For now, Chen Yi wasn’t planning to become deeply involved with her. He lacked the strength; a single misstep on her part could spell disaster for him.

Chen Yi glanced at Yin Weiyin and asked:

"Can you walk on your own? Or do you need me to carry you?"

Of course Yin Weiyin would never let him carry her, so she shook her head lightly.

Chen Yi didn’t press further and turned to look at the Princess of Xiang, who had been like a little glowing third wheel for quite a while.

"Do you need me to carry you?" Chen Yi asked gently.

He was in a good mood from her jealousy, and his tone sounded exceptionally tender.

Yin Tingxue froze for a moment, then nodded absentmindedly.

It had been so long since her mother had carried her...

Before realizing she should shake her head, she was already hoisted onto the man’s back.