My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 890 - 530: Exhausted (Triple-Length Bonus) (Part 2)

Chen Yi's gaze deepened.

Zhu E exclaimed hurriedly, "Sir... the Sect Hierarch didn't reject you, he just... the Sect Hierarch wants to see you."

"I understand." Chen Yi replied calmly.

Zhu E had mentioned before that much of Gongsun Guan's behavior and speech were the results of divination, thus often unfathomable, even a Saintess in the sect couldn't fully grasp the reasons.

Entering the Southern Border alone, whether to live or die, apart from Gongsun Guan, no one can know for certain.

The woman in his arms seemed relieved by Chen Yi's understanding and happy that an invisible contradiction had dissipated. She took something out of her embrace and handed it to him.

Like a missing page from a book, the entire piece gleamed gold, with tightly packed, profound Persian script flickering like flames. Chen Yi restrained his gaze and took out a similar golden paper from Square Land.

Upon a brief scan, the two seemed contiguous, like the upper and lower pages.

Zhu E slowly said, "The Sect Hierarch asked me to give you this page. He said, 'All lives have glory and decay, only precious trees stay forever vibrant—never withering, never deteriorating, never reaching Nirvana. Without this, even if the tree lives a thousand years, then another thousand, the sky falls and the earth splits, all returns to void.'"

The golden paper in hand, Chen Yi did not inquire about the meaning of these words, his expression remained unchanged, as if he'd heard an insignificant matter.

He silently cursed, those who speak enigmas deserve death.

If possible, he naturally wished to sever all ties with the Ming'an Divine Sect, yet regardless of Zhu E, Qin Qingluo, or the current situation, he had no choice but to temporarily cooperate with the Divine Sect.

Torrential rain poured down, there was nowhere to go, only the sight of a hidden small temple in the deep mountains.

The Ming'an Divine Sect was like such a small temple, enough to shelter from wind and rain.

But the temple was small, the evil winds were strong.

Unconsciously, Chen Yi exerted more force with his hand.

Zhu E drew a breath, tear-filled eyes looking at him pitifully, "You're pinching too hard."

"This is pinching too hard?" Chen Yi's tone was unpleasant.

Zhu E's eyes twinkled, the grievance vanished, she laughed out loud, "Zhu E is afraid of pain, afraid to bump into it later..."

...…...

...…...

A gentle breeze passed through the Annan Royal Mansion, chill lingered everywhere. Under the veranda, several maids shrank their necks, chattering away. Seeing a tall, straight silhouette approaching from afar, they hastily stood up, giving respectful bow.

When the Prince was gone, the maids sighed in relief, the weight on their chests like a stone being lifted.

The Princess managed her subordinates well, all of the mansion bowed submissively. She was usually kind and gentle with the maids, if there were occasional lapses she would brush them off with mild reminders; however, if truly breaching mansion rules, even favored servants faced severe punishment. This blend of grace and severity inspired both fear and gratitude among all. In contrast, the Prince's conduct depicted a different scene; he was known for his strictness, incapable of tolerating even the slightest error. Even trivial mistakes, if witnessed, were scrutinized according to regulations, and while the eventual reprimand was just docking pay or house arrest, the overwhelming authority made servants tremble when responding.

"Where is the Prince going?" a maid whispered.

"To the greenhouse, since the Princess left, the Prince often visits the young lady" the maid's eyes flickered with light, "Who would have thought the Prince has a tender side."

"It's the refinement of hard steel into pliable softness, as the poem goes: 'Resolute and relentless, yet tender and sorrowful towards her parents for raising her...' "

"You little girl, quoting poetry now."

Voices softly jesting nearby, gentle breeze swept through, Qin Qingluo could vaguely catch some sounds. She slightly frowned but continued her path, not bothered with these servants.

Since the spring began, countless bothersome affairs arose, if only Zhu E were here, now she managed everything alone in the mansion, exhausting her with many minor details.

"Who knows how Aunt Zhu is faring." Qin Qingluo softly sighed.

Zhu E had gone deep into Hu-Guang for some time, a secret letter arrived every week, she reviewed them carefully, thinking this journey wouldn't face excessive obstacles. Yet for no reason, inadvertently thinking Zhu E might meet him, the towering woman's mind grew muddled—not humiliation, nor resentment, nor longing, only a wistful state that was simply inexplicable.

When her father had just passed, chaos within the Qin Family locked her in the courtyard solitude; now she felt it again due to Zhu E's absence, which led her to visit the wretched child more often.

After several more steps, somewhere suddenly tightened, flowing inexplicable warmth.

The tall woman halted her steps.

Her deep gaze, snake-like pupils eyed into the distance,

"Depleted by wine and carnal pleasure, weakened."

...…...

"Can she feel it?"

After tenderness, Chen Yi held Zhu E, his voice gentle.

"Sir is wondering about…too far apart, even if felt, it's only a trace…" Zhu E shook her delicate head.

Chen Yi felt regret, in the world are the Heavenly Ear, Heavenly Vision, and a host of Buddhist Tao supernatural powers, yet none for affairs between men and women.

During such intimate moments, one's soul is most vulnerable, therefore he often had absurd thoughts, and Yin Tingxue frequently leveraged the point teasingly, according to his wishes.

Of course, Little Fox wouldn't admit this teasing, at most she'd acknowledge whispering into his ear, though only a tiny bit.

Zhu E's waist was as soft as silk, her delicate frame bearing voluminous fruits, Chen Yi gently nudged it, suddenly asked, "Has she kept my daughter hungry?" 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"In the mansion are wet nurses, however limited, the Prince would never lack these."

That said, Zhu E obediently nestled against Chen Yi's shoulder nook.

Chen Yi encircled her waist, amidst tenderness, men and women unconsciously grew affectionate, in passionate moments, they longed to blend into one. Chen Yi counted repeatedly, realizing plenty had tucked their heads beneath his shoulder nook.