Yin Weiyin stared for quite a while, crafting words in his mind, but still did not know what to say.
Outside the room, snow fluttered down.
During this mont, Yin Tingxue kissed the corner of Chen Yi’s lips and softly said:
"I didn’t an it, don’t be mad... Entangling yourself with too many won isn’t good."
"Well, so you’re starting to ddle now, playing housekeeper, huh?" Chen Yi said with feigned anger.
Yin Tingxue quickly shook her head and replied:
"I can’t control you. Not once have I gotten through to you. I can only follow your words, obediently pleasing you."
After listening, Chen Yi wrapped his arms around Yin Tingxue, who was lying on the chaise, and softly said:
"I was just trying to scare you."
Yin Tingxue raised her eyebrows and lightly responded:
"I figured as much, so I wasn’t too afraid. Besides, it’s that ti of the month—you wouldn’t bully . If you did, I’d ask Master Zhou to intervene."
The little fox revealed her inner thoughts, her tone carrying a hint of pride about her cleverness.
Chen Yi caught her words and shifted his tone:
"Oh? You’re scheming against ?"
His voice carried layers of aning, and Yin Tingxue shrank back slightly, her almond-shaped eyes now holding a trace of fear.
Chen Yi touched her small belly, his tone turning chilling:
"I told you, after your monthlies are over, you’ll have your punishnt to endure."
Yin Tingxue’s delicate body quivered slightly, but after so ti, she didn’t retreat in fear. Instead, she leaned forward and kissed Chen Yi on the cheek, replying softly with negotiation:
"Mm... but don’t be too harsh."
Her gentle submission stunned Chen Yi for a mont, lting sothing within him, yet he still maintained a stern expression and said:
"What if I insist on being harsh?"
Yin Tingxue shrank back a little, trying her best to press closer to him. Despite her fear, her voice remained soft:
"You asked to initiate a kiss, and I did. You told to eat that disgusting thing, and I ate it. I’ve really been good. So... can you not be so cruel when you bully ?"
"I told you before, I tornt you because I love you."
"But... you can’t tornt for a lifeti, right?"
Chen Yi replied earnestly: "Yes, for a lifeti."
Yin Tingxue felt aggrieved and shocked at the sa ti.
Thinking about it—if they both grew old, with white hair and wrinkled faces, and he still bullied her—how terrifying would that be?
"So scary, a lifeti..."
She muttered softly.
"...But I’ll also be good to you." After saying this, Chen Yi kissed her forehead, his voice extraordinarily tender.
Yin Tingxue was first stunned, then smiled slightly, and unintentionally blurted out:
"I knew... you were just trying to scare ."
After saying this, she herself fell silent. Her almond-shaped eyes cautiously observed Chen Yi. So things, when unspoken, were real. But once spoken, given his nature, he might intentionally defy her expectations.
Chen Yi squinted his eyes, gazing at her, and said:
"So you knew I was scaring you?"
Yin Tingxue shook her head vigorously, like a rattle drum, and replied:
"I don’t know you were scaring —I don’t know, don’t know."
Seeing her like this, Chen Yi couldn’t hold back and chuckled, then reached out to pat her head.
Yin Tingxue seized this opportunity to change the subject. She poked his collarbone with her fingertip and murmured:
"I want so white fungus soup. Can you make it?"
"Greedy little cat." Chen Yi pinched her cheek but didn’t refuse.
During her monthlies, won always liked warm and sweet things, and Yin Tingxue’s favorite was white fungus soup. Back at the Prince Mansion, she ate it often. Sotis, when she had too much, her mother consort would instruct the servants not to prepare it for anyone in her courtyard. During such tis, Yin Tingxue would gather with her maids to devise strategies, one of which involved sending a maid to her mother consort’s courtyard to request white fungus soup in her na, then intercepting it on the way. This "Operation White Fungus Soup" in the Prince Mansion, once discovered by her mother consort, would leave her both amused and exasperated.
As Chen Yi got up to leave, he glanced at the female crown by the bed. The latter trembled slightly, not knowing why he looked at her, and instinctively lowered her head.
The sound of footsteps faded away. Yin Tingxue closed the copy of "Strange Tales" in her hand and casually placed it on the bedside table. She stood up and walked slowly to the female crown.
"Sister Weiyang... thank you for your hard work," she said considerately.
Yin Weiyin was puzzled by her words and asked: "Hard work for what?"
The Prince Mansion’s young lady blushed and evasively said: "... For that matter."
Only now did Yin Weiyin understand. Tingxue ant that after Chen Yi had satisfied himself by ssing with her, he likely wouldn’t bother Tingxue anymore and would be easier to deal with.
With this realization, Yin Weiyin’s face also turned slightly red, and she let out a cold snort.
The young lady of the Prince Mansion spoke gently: "Sister Weiyang, later, I’ll speak good words about you to him."
"Suit yourself."
Yin Weiyin sat on the edge of the bed, sulking with her face turned away, looking a bit like she was throwing a tantrum.
Realizing this, she recalled that Yin Tingxue was younger than her and decided not to sulk anymore.
Taking a deep breath, she asked:
"What should I talk to him about?"
Yin Tingxue scratched her head, unsure how to reply, and said hurriedly:
"Just talk about whatever cos to mind. It’s hard to say these things."
The female crown sighed, hesitating for quite a while, and seeing that there was no one nearby except her cousin who had shared both hardships and joys, she began to speak of her inner feelings:
"You know I don’t like him, and I’m afraid of him too. Yet I have no choice but to make him like . Isn’t that contradictory?"
Yin Tingxue seed to understand such frustration and softly said:
"It’s sothing that can’t be helped..."
"Yes, it can’t be helped."
Yin Weiyin recalled the many tis she had wanted to kill him. Thinking back to the ti in the underground palace, when she betrayed Chen Yi to ascend to immortality, her heart felt heavy, as though suspended above ground, neither rising nor falling.
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