My enemies became my companions

Chapter 242 The Prince Suffers for Her
It was getting late, and the King of Annan ordered people to serve the dishes. In the reception room of the commander's tent, under the flickering candlelight, there were fine wines and delicious food.

Min Ning was upset and wanted to find out the truth, but now he was in the military camp of King Annan and was restricted everywhere, and even in danger if he was not careful.

She picked up the food and raised her head slightly, and saw Chen Yi and Qin Qingluo chatting happily, talking about various topics familiarly and laughing from time to time. Min Ning frowned.

Why does that bastard keep talking to the prince about the princess?

So... ignorant of etiquette.

No matter how close the two people are, it is against etiquette for them to talk about other people's wives. The reason why the wife is called "wife" is because she is to be regarded as an insider and not an outsider, and is not to be discussed by outsiders.

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, Chen Yi quietly left the reception room on the pretext that he was not drunk enough. A sinister look flashed across King Annan's eyes, but it was only fleeting.

She still entertained Min Ning as usual.

Qin Qingluo had changed into casual clothes, embroidered with "Crane's Cry, Nine Peaks", with a rich ultramarine background, which was in line with the word "Qingluo". She picked up a bowl of wine and chuckled:

"He has left, so I will offer you a bowl of wine alone."

Upon hearing this, Min Ning was flattered and also picked up the wine. She seldom drank alcohol, and usually when she did, it was always her sister Min Ming who persuaded her to drink. Her sister loved to see her drunken look, and said that Min Yuechi was the best to tease at that time, and she would purse her lips if she heard something unpleasant, making her already red face even redder.

The wine went down her throat and Min Ning shook her head slightly. When one first drinks, her five senses will be extra sharp. She vaguely heard a faint voice from within the curtain.

"Well... Brother Yuechi, may I ask what is the relationship between you and Chen Zunming?" Qin Qingluo held the wine bowl tightly, as if he had a hidden illness flaring up, and it took him a while to recover.

Min Ning came back to his senses, lowered his eyes, and his mind suddenly echoed with his sister Min Ming's words.

He won’t marry me…

“…Brothers, right?” Min Ning said softly.

The female prince curled her lips and smiled, and asked casually: "Then who is the elder brother and who is the younger brother?"

Min Ning snorted and replied:

"Of course I am the brother."

"But judging from your age, uh...you seem to be...younger...than him." Qin Qingluo's face turned slightly pale. "He seems to be older than you."

Unwilling to admit defeat, Min Ning frowned slightly and said, "I am his superior, and he later became a thousand households. I also taught him."

"They are master and apprentice in reality, but not in name?"

"nature."

After Min Ning finished speaking, he took a sip of wine to build up his courage.

That heroic face was already flushed.

The female prince smiled, but there was a dagger hidden in her smile. She did not draw her knife directly, but said just enough: "But he doesn't seem to respect you very much."

“…He respects me in his heart.” Min Ning said in a slightly weaker voice.

She said that he respected her in his heart, but had he ever really respected her? He used to tease her at will, but now that they were familiar with each other, he was better, but he still teased her constantly. With such a person, Min Ning couldn't think of anyone else he would respect except the master he called him.

Once he gets ruthless, he might even dare to contradict someone of a different surname.

Min Ning wanted to drink again, but found that the bowl was empty. However, King Annan still refilled her wine with courtesy.

"Oh?" Qin Qingluo asked doubtfully.

"…I had a grudge against him in the past, and I still have one now, but sooner or later it will be settled."

Min Ning drank the wine in one gulp, his expression slightly shaken. Somehow, the faint sounds beside his ears became clearer and louder.

Why does it look like... he is tormenting the woman?

"what…"

Qin Qingluo suddenly leaned forward and Min Ning turned his head quickly.

Min Ning asked with concern: "Prince, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay. This wine is too strong. It makes me feel sick and bloated. Haha... I'm really a little bloated."

The female prince wiped the wine from the corner of her mouth and smiled calmly:

"However, it is often said that a prime minister has a broad mind, so I would like to boast that my mind is as broad as the sea, which is not too much."

Min Ning nodded slightly.

Qin Qingluo shook the wine lightly, lowered his eyes and said:
"But this wine is still too strong. It is not advisable to drink too much. I used to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, but now I have a hidden illness and cannot drink much."

Min Ning listened and swirled the wine, wondering if the wine was really that strong. Although she felt dizzy, she was not mentally ill.

She felt even more confused.

Somehow, I thought of Chen Yi.

Where the hell did that bastard go?

And those voices...

Could it be that he was enjoying the beauty behind her back?
Min Ning's mind froze and the corners of her eyes suddenly felt sore. Then she looked at the King of Annan again. She knew that she and Chen Yi were old friends. The king of a different surname in a place was so powerful that it would not be difficult for him to find some Miao people from southern Xinjiang and some exotic people.

But she has always understood Chen Zunming. That bastard is a born pervert. He just left the table because he couldn't wait to see the beauty.

Min Ning's heart ached and she gritted her teeth in hatred. Her eyes were full of suspicion and she tilted her ear to listen.

The sound is even more obvious.

Her heart was in turmoil, her face was filled with disbelief, and she rushed forward.

At this moment, Qin Qingluo's tall body was trembling and convulsing, and there was no time to stop him. Min Ning had already rushed over and opened the curtains. Inadvertently, Min Ning took a glimpse of the scene inside the curtains, and his whole body became stagnant.

He just turned around when he was appreciated by a big shot...

Before Min Ning could even yell, Qin Qingluo appeared behind him. Her voice was weak and trembling.

"Did you see it?" asked the female prince.

Min Ning shuddered, his face stiff.

Qin Qingluo tried his best to remain calm and gave a bitter smile: "This king has a hidden illness, and the illness lies here."

She spoke the following words almost word by word, gritting her teeth:

“Inhumane…”

Min Ning felt cold and could not help but sigh:
“How terrible…”

She had only heard that wealthy families appeared to be ostentatious on the outside but rotten on the inside, but had never actually seen anything so filthy as this. Before this, even if she had been given a hundred brains, she would not have been able to imagine that there was really such a thing as borrowing sperm.

Qin Qingluo remained silent, his face frozen in gloom.

She could only swallow her anger.
Otherwise, would the news spread all over the world tomorrow that the King of Annan, whom the imperial court regarded as a scourge, was cuckolded, and not only was he cuckolded, but he was also raped?
"He has always been... um... loyal and courageous. He was reluctant at first, but I threatened him with death before he agreed. Don't misunderstand him."

Qin Qingluo couldn't help but hold her lower abdomen, as if she wanted to hold something down. She smiled with difficulty.
"Captain Min, please don't dirty your eyes. Let's continue eating and drinking."

The female prince's free hand was almost clenched with her knuckles together.

She actually had to cover up for her enemies to destroy her loved ones...

...........................

I do not know how long it has been.

Qin Qingluo had arranged for Min Ning to sleep in an empty tent near the main tent.

In the dark night, she sat on the main seat with a gloomy look on her face.

The Princess of Annan was lying in the man's arms, and the man seemed to be smiling. This scene, accompanied by synesthesia, was outlined in Qin Qingluo's mind.

He seemed provocative.

Qin Qingluo slammed his fist heavily on the armrest, but he forced himself not to lose his temper.

It was late at night and everyone was asleep. If she had an attack and woke everyone up, everyone would know that Princess Annan was in another man's arms. Then she and the palace would be disgraced.

Besides that, there is...Aunt Zhu’s good reputation.

Although Qin Qingluo vaguely realized that the Holy Maiden of the Demon Cult did not care about her reputation, but... she did care, because she was her closest relative.

Just as she was silently enduring it, a sound came from behind the curtains.

"Come here, my lord."

The tall figure slowly stood up and stepped into the curtain without saying a word.

The beautiful woman walked with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, as if breaking through layer of curtains.

When they reached the deepest part, they saw Chen Yi hugging Zhu E with a happy face.

Qin Qingluo was like a wooden sculpture. Even after experiencing that desperate day, his heart was still torn at this moment.

Chen Yi lowered his head and kissed Zhu E gently.

I wish I could respond with my sincere tenderness.

Witnessing this scene, the tall woman was on the verge of collapse. With the blood contract, she seemed to be able to feel how well-behaved Zhu E was.

Chen Yi gently put the woman in red down. Since she had acknowledged him as his master, he would not make things difficult for her and would treat her gently from time to time. What's more... she could be of great use.

Chen Yi turned his head and his eyes fell on the tall woman.

Qin Qingluo steadied himself, his eyes looking as if he wanted to cut that man into pieces.

And that man hugged the princess leisurely.

The three of them were silent for a while.

After a long time, a voice finally fell in the tent:
"Is that enough? ...If that's enough, get out."

The female prince had a hoarse voice.

Chen Yi smiled slightly and said, "I didn't do anything, is this enough?"

The tall figure of the handsome man froze, his hands couldn't help shaking, and he couldn't clench them tightly, like a crumbling mountain.

"However, Aunt Zhu seems... not to be able to handle the alcohol."

The next moment, I heard a teasing and bewitching voice:

"I wonder if the prince would like to...suffer for her?"

Qin Qingluo raised his head tremblingly.

Chen Yi had already jumped in front of her and brought the tall woman over.

I wish I could wait with a smile on my face.

But the tall woman inadvertently discovered that there seemed to be a hint of...jealousy in the eyes looking at her.

(End of this chapter)