The night curtain hung outside the window; flecks of snow clung to the paper window, neither solidifying nor lting, as if frozen in ti. The Princess of Xiang glanced at her, who lingered in silence, montarily lost in thought. Yin Weiyin sat by the bedside, seemingly reminiscing about the tornt inflicted by that man—Chen Yi. Once revered as the exalted Taichua Goddess, she had beco his cauldron overnight.
She had always possessed extraordinary talent, far surpassing her peers in countless ways. It was precisely because of this that Yu Zhen Yuanjun had taken her as a disciple. At that ti, she stayed in the Capital City only to search for the "Golden Boy." If destiny had not changed, she would already be on Taihua Mountain by now. Yin Weiyin’s thoughts grew restless, her worries dense and unyielding.
Looking back now, how apt was the phrase: "Life is full of uncertainty." She had once believed immortality was within grasp, especially when she discovered clues to the Goddess’s legacy in the underground palace. At that mont, she almost viewed the world from half an Immortal’s perspective—her Heart Lake calm, untouched by Chen Yi’s words of insult, treating him rely as a mundane mortal.
But when he dragged her off the path to immortality...
"I... I..."
She hung her head, clutching her arms, pressing lightly against the reddened spots left by Chen Yi’s tornt, as if licking her wounds. Distracted, she muttered:
"...I regret it so much."
The snow on the paper window lted.
Yin Tingxue snapped out of her thoughts and realized she hadn’t caught what the female crown had said earlier:
"What did you just say?"
"Nothing... forget it, forget it. It’s fine not to talk to him."
Yin Weiyin patted her face and leaned against the bed fra. A trace of despondency was unmistakable in her eyes.
She had imagined countless tis turning her fate around to ascend to immortality, yet the more she dreamt, the farther it seed.
The Princess of Xiang looked at the female crown and gently picked up her hand, cradling it in her own. With her natural empathy, the Princess of Xiang seed to understand her pain.
The ti she had been closest to immortality was also the ti she was forcibly dragged away from the path to longevity...
Even if it was self-inflicted, how many others could endure such blows?
Yin Tingxue consoled her, saying, "It’s alright, there’s always hope. Soday, when one person attains the Dao, even the chickens and dogs ascend to heaven—it might happen."
Listening to this playful encouragent, Yin Weiyin’s eyes montarily sparkled. She regained her energy and asked, "Do you an that I’ll eventually attain the Dao and ascend to immortality?"
The young girl shook her head and said, "No, you’re the chickens and dogs."
"..."
Yin Weiyin’s heart burned with irritation, her teeth grinding. No matter how she conducted herself in this courtyard, she always ended up humiliated—she tolerated it from Chen Yi, but now she had to endure it from Yin Tingxue as well.
Seeing all this, the little fox burst into laughter. She had mischievously stirred the pot, as Sister Weiyang’s reactions were indeed amusing.
Monts later, Yin Tingxue suggested:
"Sotis, you don’t have to talk with him about anything serious. Just make him happy—that’s enough. He... he is easily tempted, enjoys being kissed, enjoys being hugged..."
The female crown heard this with hesitation at first, but ultimately gritted her teeth. After all, he had already claid her in so many ways—what harm could one kiss bring? As long as it satisfied him, she could use it to beguile him. Who knows, he might relent and indulge her; who knows, he might grow infatuated with her as he did with Yin Tingxue.
When that day cos, she’d seize the mont of his complacency to ascend, playing the fool and turning the tables. She’d slap his face, forcing him to act as her chickens and dogs.
Seeing Yin Weiyin gently nod, the Princess of Xiang also approved with a nod. She picked up her book and continued reading.
Outside the bedroom, faint footsteps echoed, drawing closer—it was undoubtedly him, their husband.
Little Yin set down her book from her hands and sat primly on the chaise longue, a picture of innocence. Great Yin, however, was uneasy, her fists clenched tightly as she listened to those approaching steps. A bead of cold sweat even ford on her scented forehead.
Chen Yi walked in holding silver-ear soup, one of the bowls steaming lightly.
He first approached Yin Tingxue and handed her the bowl.
The warm silver-ear soup ward the young girl’s small hands; she curled her lips into a smile at Chen Yi.
Chen Yi gently touched her head. He couldn’t help but admit—this little fox really felt nice to care for. She understood kindness, showed reciprocation, and even expressed warm, pleasing words after eating. She was practically a repository of positive reinforcent.
Thinking back to when she had first co to him, how afraid she was of him, how much she hated him—even when he offered her delicacies, her face remained cold. But gradually, she adapted; her timidity turned into obedience out of fear.
Now, as they lived together, as long as they didn’t deliberately revisit the past or uncover old wounds, Chen Yi almost forgot how much he had once made her despair and suffer.
Yin Tingxue cradled the silver-ear soup, then glanced sideways at her Scene King Princess sister.
Despite having plenty of ti to prepare, the Scene King Princess Yin Weiyin tensed up at the sight of Chen Yi. Her legs trembled, her lips pursed tightly. But upon seeing him, she suddenly didn’t know what to do.
Her cheeks grew pale.
Chen Yi placed the silver-ear soup on the table and casually pulled out the chair in the bedroom. Seeing Yin Weiyin frozen in place, Yin Tingxue grew anxious.
She hurriedly gave Sister Weiyang a warning look.
Yin Weiyin noticed it but still didn’t know what to do. After a long hesitation, she finally muttered, "Hey..."
Chen Yi turned to her and said, "Have you decided?"
His inquiry only made the female crown freeze further, unable to speak.
The little fox, seeing her squander this opportunity, grew anxious. She set down the silver-ear soup and boldly stepped before Chen Yi.
Before Chen Yi could sit, he lowered his head at her in confusion.
Yin Tingxue slightly tiptoed, tugging at his collar. As Chen Yi bent down, her lips brushed his.
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