"Mr. Li, please get this corpse properly into the coffin."
After wiping the blood off the knife, Chen Yi sheathed it.
Li Jisheng finally reacted and responded, looking at the still calm and collected Chen Yi, unable to suppress his amazent.
"Is there anything else besides this? Feel free to say it all."
Li Jisheng said so.
Chen Yi thought for a mont, organized his thoughts, and said:
"I also need Mr. Li to prepare a vacant room for ."
Chen Yi thought of soone and casually instructed.
"Besides that... Miss Min, about her, I have so arrangents and I hope Mr. Li will cooperate."
Chen Yi ca and explained quite a lot of things, Li Jisheng’s expression slightly changed, but he finally agreed to everything one by one.
Shortly after, Chen Yi called Yin Weiyin, and the two went to a vacant room in Jinya Pavilion.
Upon learning that Xue Qingsheng had died, Yin Weiyin felt a bit dazed.
Sixteen thousand taels of silver, and he killed him just like that?
"It’s a bit of a waste of your good intentions, but since it’s mine, I can dispose of it as I please. Later, I’ll have to trouble you to go with so Taoists to perform a Soul Search on him."
Both were in a private room together, Yin Weiyin stunned listening to Chen Yi say such shaless words.
What does this an?
Kill soone she bought, and then ask her to perform a soul search?
How is this any different from going to a brothel to listen to music together and expecting her to clean up after him?
No matter how much discontent she had, the female crown could only swallow her pride when t with his gaze, and uttered:
"Alright, I’ll do as you say."
Chen Yi looked at her with a smile, and asked:
"You don’t seem very satisfied."
Hearing the deeper aning in his words, Yin Weiyin trembled, shook her head and said:
"I’m not."
"Speaking of which, why did you buy this heir of the Joyful Sect, is it really for ?"
Chen Yi’s voice was light, yet it carried an inexplicable insidious undertone.
"Who else?"
Yin Weiyin boldly returned his gaze, but after just a brief mont, she diverted her eyes, saying plainly:
"I’m just catering to your favorites."
"Do you know that the Joyful Sect has a thod of extracting essence, and once I get it, your cultivation will never advance another inch?"
Chen Yi laughed, wantonly teasing this admired Taichua Goddess.
"I naturally know."
Yin Weiyin’s face darkened, her ears blushed with embarrassnt.
"And you know I won’t let you ascend to immortality, no matter what you do."
"I understand even more..."
The female crown murmured with so difficulty.
Chen Yi reached out and embraced her waist.
The softness fell into his arms, and Chen Yi spoke with a bit more tenderness:
"If you stay this charming, I don’t mind torturing you a bit less."
After saying this, he casually rested his chin on Yin Weiyin’s shoulder.
The scorching breath made the female crown uncomfortable, she said coldly:
"Let go of ...
I don’t want your embrace."
Chen Yi narrowed his eyes, pinched her waist slightly with his fingers.
The female crown instantly softened, without much resistance, could only endure his embrace.
Despite her discomfort, she remained motionless, pretending to be a puppet as before, her mind filled with many thoughts. No matter what, she couldn’t let Chen Yi know what she was planning, she had to hide it, pretending everything was to please him.
If only she could hide it...
The world would be vast, with the sky as high as the birds fly.
Yin Weiyin kept hoping, realizing his warmth again, secretly cursing his shalessness, vowing to...
His breath brushed her ear, causing her mind’s tranquility to waver, suddenly filled with an inexplicable fear of contemplating revenge.
Holding her for quite a while, Chen Yi loosened his grip a bit, jokingly saying:
"If you want, you can stay at my mansion and beco sisters with the little fox."
Yin Weiyin paused, with the best composure she could maintain, but still felt a hint of dissatisfaction, saying:
"I, as the daughter of Prince Jing, don’t need to be a concubine."
"Tsk tsk, seems you still have so pride."
Chen Yi chuckled a few tis, as if mocking.
The proud daughter of Prince Jing is more endearing,
He just hoped she kept this spirit, so that tornting her would be more interesting.
...............
It suddenly started to snow.
In the alleys of this Capital City, the drifting fine snow created a sense of quietude. In a courtyard near Donghua Gate, a young girl unusually sat on the doorstep, sowhat lost in thought.
At this ti, the servants of the Xiang Prince Mansion would go to dig up winter bamboo shoots, the n would dig them up, then transport them to the kitchen for the won to peel layer by layer. When Yin Tingxue was young, she would lie in her mother’s arms, curiously watching the comings and goings, not knowing that she could enjoy a dish of sweet and tender stir-fried bamboo shoots at night.
"Achoo."
The cold wind swept by, and Yin Tingxue sneezed, returning to her senses.
As dusk approached, she felt an unexplainable fear.
That person seed to be coming back...
Thinking of this, Yin Tingxue shrunk a bit, then imdiately stood up, returned to the hall and started making tea.
When the tea was ready, Chen Yi’s figure hadn’t appeared yet, but Yin Tingxue was already obediently sitting in the chair facing the door.
Her mind was pondering over sothing, her lips murmuring as if organizing her words.
Master Zhou had said to imagine him as soone who was the best to her, but Yin Tingxue couldn’t imagine, didn’t want to imagine, and couldn’t achieve such imagination.
The best person to her was her mother.
Her mother was gentle, always caressing her head or pinching her cheeks, anything she wanted, although her mother didn’t easily give it to her, she would always get it...
After her mother was gone, she was left behind, and it was only then that the once indifferent girl realized, there was no one better than her mother in the world.
And Chen Yi, was the worst person to her in the world...
If Master Zhou hadn’t ntioned it, it would have been fine, but once he did, Yin Tingxue thought of her mother’s kindness. Compared to it, the little goodness that Chen Yi had left appeared utterly insignificant, her mind filled only with his faults.
Even so, her mother had been gone for a long ti.
While the person she feared most said he would never let her go, not even in ten lifetis.
After a long ti, a familiar figure entered Yin Tingxue’s vision, the shadow stretching out like a winding snake. She shivered, bit her lips, stood up lightly, and took the tea bowl to greet him.
As he approached, Yin Tingxue raised the tea bowl higher and handed it to him. He took it but held her hand, and in Yin Tingxue’s apricot eyes, he curved his lips:
"Have you thought it through?"
Yin Tingxue paused, collected herself, softened her voice, and said:
"Drink the tea first."
"Hmm."
Chen Yi heard and finished the tea in his hand in one go.
On the way back, he pondered what kind of answer Yin Tingxue would give him.
Yin Tingxue pinched her fingers, and as he finished drinking, she was just about to take back the tea bowl, but Chen Yi said to leave it, then sat down, looking at her with eyes filled with laughter.
The girl hesitated to et his gaze.
"Have you thought it through?"
Chen Yi asked faintly.
This sentence sounded like a death warrant in Yin Tingxue’s ears. She bit her lip, took a deep breath, and said:
"I’ve thought it through."
"Oh?"
Yin Tingxue was terribly nervous, finally raised her eyes to look at Chen Yi, bit her lip, and pleaded weakly:
"I’ve been very obedient to you... Can I not like you?"
Chen Yi’s eyes turned cold.
Her heart tightened sharply, her back stiffened, and she panicked:
"It’s not that I won’t ever like you..."
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