My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion Chapter 412 - 325: The Immortal’s Spring Stirrings (Added 2

A lively and boisterous birthday celebration combined with a poetry gathering eventually evolved into the engagent of two won to one man. No matter how one thinks about it, even if it is not a tale of beauty and romance, it is indeed a shocking affair.

The entire process was filled with twists and turns, rare and extraordinary. It wouldn’t be long—perhaps by tomorrow—before this matter spreads from the Prince Mansion, encompassing half of the Capital City.

As for the Prince, overwheld by joy, he couldn’t withstand the impact and fell ill, requiring the Princess to assist him back to the inner chambers to rest.

anwhile, Chen Yi and the two Yins naturally remained in the inner chambers. Upon learning that his father, the Prince, was rely upset and had suffered a bout of irritation, Yin Weiyin slowly exhaled in relief, finally letting go of his previously tense heart.

"This matter... is it settled just like that?" Yin Weiyin murmured in disbelief.

Chen Yi chuckled and replied, "He hasn’t offered tea yet."

The female crown cast a quick, flustered glance at him, her delicate hands clutching tightly, her eyes filled with lingering tension.

Chen Yi softened his tone and said:

"For your sake, being polite isn’t out of the question. However, at the ti of an engagent, it is expected for the father-in-law to offer tea to the son-in-law."

According to the customs of Great Yu’s engagent rites, the father-in-law and son-in-law must exchange tea and wine.

Yin Weiyin let out a breath of relief, her anxiety dissipating. She teased, "You don’t need to scare like that. Even if you don’t scare , I’m still afraid of you all the sa."

The Immortal’s voice was serene, and her teasing tone resembled ripples gently spreading across water. Particularly when she glanced at him sideways, her faint yet palpable reprimand was genuinely captivating.

Just as Chen Yi was about to respond, the Princess stepped out at a asured pace.

The Princess halted before the three of them and then cast a deep glance at Chen Yi. She smiled briefly at Yin Weiyin and then directed her gaze toward Yin Tingxue.

"This must be... the daughter of the Prince of Xiang." The Princess studied Yin Tingxue’s features before saying, "The Empress Dowager ntioned her to . She’s truly a beauty, skilled in all the arts—music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. If possible, I’d truly love to have her as my own daughter."

Yin Tingxue smiled shyly and softly replied:

"It’s been a long ti, Aunt Li."

The Princess froze for a mont, slightly tilting her face as she blinked, seemingly trying to recall where she had t Yin Tingxue.

Chen Yi observed the scene closely.

The Princess, unwilling to lose face, prepared to turn her head with a laugh, intending to remark, "Ah, so it’s you."

But at that mont, Yin Tingxue spoke first:

"Aunt Li, do you... not recognize ?"

The Princess looked a bit awkward. But since the conversation had reached this stage, she had no choice but to admit:

"Age has muddled my mory. Logically speaking, I should recognize you. Forget it, let’s not dwell on these matters and instead talk about Chen Qianhu."

The brief exchange with Yin Tingxue was rely a small digression. The Princess’s gaze returned to Chen Yi.

"I’ve long heard of the fad Chen Qianhu. The last ti I entered the palace, the Empress Dowager ntioned you multiple tis. Seeing you now, you truly are a refined and charming man, unquestionably a worthy groom."

Chen Yi cupped his hands and replied:

"Princess, you flatter . Now that I’m engaged to Wei Ying, let’s put the past behind us and move forward—would that be good?"

"I couldn’t agree more, truly couldn’t agree more. Truth be told, though the Prince holds so resentnt toward you, inwardly, he has considerable respect for you. As a simple woman, I must say, aside from you, there’s no one else in the Capital suitable for her hand."

The Princess had now adopted the deanor of a mother-in-law admiring her son-in-law, the more she looked at him, the more pleasing he seed. She turned to Yin Weiyin and softly advised:

"After your marriage, though you are the Taichua Goddess, you must treat him well. Between husband and wife, the most feared thing is rely an outward display of mutual respect. Even quarrels at the head of the bed and reconciliation at the foot are better than such politeness.

So-called mutual respect is rely for the eyes of others. Outsiders may see grace and decorum in your marriage, but privately it is best to remain close and supportive, rather than being consud by thoughts of attaining immortality and enlightennt."

The Princess spoke at length, yet Yin Weiyin’s expression remained calm and unreadable, leaving one to wonder whether she had truly taken it to heart or ignored it entirely.

After the Princess departed to tend to the Prince, Yin Weiyin maintained her ethereal deanor and said softly:

"Do you wish to wander around the mansion?"

When she showed such a detached, otherworldly air, Chen Yi was deeply tempted to respond with an exaggerated eye-roll.

Suppressing the urge to pinch her waist, Chen Yi replied:

"Let’s just stroll around casually."

Yin Weiyin could hardly decline; she nodded gently, carried her horsetail whisk, and led the way. Chen Yi held the little fox’s hand and followed behind.

Above, the bright moon hung low, shimring like ripples on the water. Rows of courtyards and gardens glistened faintly. Distinguished n and elegant won wandered to and fro, their garnts alternating between shades of blue and yellow. A crisp breeze swept through the air, while the distant lake emitted a fluffy halo of light.

The female crown indeed ant just "strolling," guiding Chen Yi and Yin Tingxue through pavilions, terraces, stone sculptures, and jade railings without pausing or offering explanations. It was nothing like Yin Tingxue’s prior tour of the Prince of Xiang’s mansion.

After wandering for an indeterminate amount of ti, they finally settled at a waterside pavilion. The cornice was slightly curved, the green tiles stacked, and sandalwood railings enveloped the sides. A stone table stood atop the pavilion, which offered an expansive view of the shimring lakescape beneath the cold moonlight. Turning one’s gaze slightly revealed a courtyard not far away—this pavilion was close to Yin Weiyin’s personal chambers.

Chen Yi sat by the stone table. Now, the engagent was no longer re talk. Even if the Prince intended to backtrack, ultimately, it was still his reputation at stake. Moreover, the Prince couldn’t hinder Yin Weiyin’s wishes. In the end, he could only swallow his grievances silently. The only scenario for refusal was if Chen Yi himself wished to renege. Yet at such a juncture, to revoke the agreent would be an act of utter depravity.