My enemies became my companions

Chapter 297 She Can't See
It was three o'clock in the night, inside the tent.

An hour has passed.

Since the bed was collapsed by Qin Qingluo, Chen Yi had no choice but to tear off the mattress to use.

After the lovemaking, everything seemed like a lifetime ago. The tall and proud woman now lay beside him in a daze. No matter how gently Chen Yi caressed her, she only gave a slight response.

After tidying up her messy ponytail, Chen Yi lay down and hugged this rouge and fiery horse as gently as possible.

She didn't look at him, her eyes were fixed on nothing.

Chen Yi looked at her for a long time, then slowly spoke under the dim candlelight:

“How is the scenery in southern Xinjiang?”

This was not a clever way of talking, so naturally there would be no response. But even if it was cleverer, Qin Qingluo would still ignore it.

Chen Yi continued as if talking to himself:

"I haven't been there, but I heard that southern Xinjiang is full of miasma and savages. But Aunt Zhu said that what the scholars said was all false. The scenery in southern Xinjiang is beautiful, even better than that in the south of the Yangtze River."

Qin Qingluo moved slightly when he heard him mention Aunt Zhu.

But she still didn't respond.

Chen Yi didn't care. She was being attacked in every way, so it was reasonable for her to be a little angry. What's more, she didn't resist and still slept with him.

He took a long breath and continued:

"Qingluo... Aunt Zhu always mentioned the scenery of Southern Xinjiang to me and always urged me to go there, but the one she mentioned the most was you..."

He called her name affectionately, but she did not respond. However, when he mentioned Zhu E, she said in a hoarse voice:
"You are not qualified to call her aunt..."

Chen Yi subconsciously asked back:

"Do you believe what I say? She is no longer your aunt?"

Qin Qingluo's lips froze, and there were traces of tears on his cheeks.

Feeling the sadness of the person in his arms, Chen Yi moved closer, and suddenly felt a little regretful. After pondering for a moment, he said softly:

"Forget it, I won't say that anymore."

The tall woman seemed not to hear and took it as crocodile tears.

Chen Yi didn't care much. Although he was hugging her, she was too tall, so it seemed like he was leaning into her arms.

"Aunt Zhu is always happy when she talks about you. She really cares about you. Apart from me, no one can make her betray you..."

“…I know.” When he talked about Zhu E, Qin Qingluo also gave a subtle response, even if it was reluctant.

Chen Yi continued: "She told me about your childhood."

Qin Qingluo hesitated for a moment, his lips curled up in a bitter arc.

"You were already very tall when you were a child. When you were seven or eight, you were as tall as a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. You also said that your ancestors married a prince from India, and when they came back, they found out that he was the reincarnation of a golden-winged bird. It sounds scary. She said it was very scary. Do you think it's scary?"

“…Not scary.”

Chen Yi insisted on a response, so he mentioned Zhu E inadvertently, while Qin Qingluo lowered his head and responded incoherently.

"When you were a child, you were very tall, so there were not many maids to accompany you, so you wielded swords and knives. In the opera troupe maintained by the royal family, you did not listen to Peony Pavilion and Romance of the West Chamber, but to The Female Generals of the Yang Family and Hua Mulan."

"..."

"Very impressive. I wasn't this impressive when I was a child, and I never thought about practicing martial arts. I just lived day by day until... I came to Dayu." Chen Yi vaguely talked about some things that did not belong to this world.

But Qin Qingluo was not very interested in listening and couldn't hear anything.

She was not willing to communicate with Chen Yi, not to mention that she was pregnant with his child, and she would have to give birth to the child and take good care of him.
Because of this, Chen Yi didn't take these small resistances to heart. The Queen had already paid enough of a price.

"You said you don't have a sword master, so now I will be your sword master. As for your spear skills, you can teach me when I go to Southern Xinjiang. Then..."

Chen Yi originally wanted to talk about whether there would be a chubby girl rushing over, but when he was about to talk about his daughter, he stopped in time, trying his best to pretend that he didn't care, and said casually:

"I hope that since we are getting along well with each other, it won't be difficult for us."

"…impossible!"

She spoke word by word, and her words became more angry as she faced the scene described by Chen Yi.

Chen Yi smiled calmly, then gently put his hand on her abdomen. Her eight-foot body became stagnant, and there was despair in her eyes, as if she had been acupunctured and could not move.

Just as she was expecting to be humiliated, Chen Yi said gently:

"hungry?"

"What?" She didn't understand.

"It's making some gurgling noises," Chen Yi said considerately, "It's so late, it's time to eat something."

Qin Qingluo lowered her heroic yet dejected brows and didn't look at him, but there was indeed a slight "gurgling" sound coming from her abdomen. Her cheeks did not turn red, and she did not have much expression.

But Chen Yi bent his legs, propped himself up, quickly changed his clothes and chuckled:

"Make you some food."

The tall woman did not respond and remained motionless as if she had lost consciousness.

Chen Yi left quickly, as if he was afraid that she would be hungry for too long.

After a long while, Chen Yi walked in at a faster pace, with one of his hands tightly closed, making it difficult to notice in the darkness.

Qin Qingluo didn't even look at him and continued lying on the mattress on the ground.

Chen Yi put the food on the table, walked over, tiptoed to help her up, and she did not resist and was pushed in front of the table and chairs by him.

When she lowered her eyes and saw what it was, her eyes widened slightly.

That is osmanthus cake.

When she was young, Zhu E often made sweet-scented osmanthus cake for her. But when she grew up, Zhu E rarely made it and she didn't feel comfortable asking for it.

Chen Yi pushed the osmanthus cake on the plate and said softly:
“I heard about it from Aunt Zhu, so… I got some candied osmanthus flowers from her and brought them over.

It was supposed to be a farewell gift, but it doesn’t hurt to eat it now.”

As he spoke, he placed the chopsticks in Qin Qingluo's palm with one hand, and his other hand was under the table.

Qin Qingluo paused for a long time, but under Chen Yi's gaze, he slowly moved his chopsticks.

She gently picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and put it to her mouth, her face flickering in the light.

Chen Yi, who made osmanthus cake, knew what kind of sweetness it tasted, but he didn't know what Qin Qingluo tasted, so he wanted to take a closer look, but just as he was about to see it, unfortunately, the lights burned out.

Chen Yi couldn't see her expression, so he didn't say anything and just silently accompanied her to eat pieces of osmanthus cake.

Qin Qingluo ate very quietly and slowly, which was extremely rare for the King of Annan, who was always dignified and majestic. It was unclear whether she was savoring Zhu'e's candied osmanthus or Chen Yi's craftsmanship.

After she finished eating, Chen Yi took the handkerchief and wiped her mouth, then sighed and said:
"Why did you rush to achieve success to the point of being obsessed? Maybe this incident wouldn't have happened, and the things that happened later wouldn't have happened."

Qin Qingluo remembered something and looked up at him.

Chen Yi didn't understand what was going on, so he continued, "I thought you would stop at the right time, but I didn't expect you to do this. You should have guessed that there was something fishy in the Glazed Light, but you were not afraid, because the Glazed Light itself would make you immortal and never suffer a disaster. After weighing the pros and cons, you resolutely broke through. How about you tell me, what did you see when you were possessed?"

Qin Qingluo lowered his brows for a long time, and finally said:
"A white flower, that's all."

Seeing that she was unwilling to talk more, Chen Yi did not pursue whether she was lying or not, so he continued:
"At that time, I said I didn't want to do this to you, and I didn't lie to you, but who told you to kill me?"

Qin Qingluo remained silent, and there was no regret between her brows.

Chen Yi said as if he was talking to himself:

"But actually, I was glad when you wanted to kill me."

"Why?" she asked suddenly.

Chen Yi gently extended a hand and placed it in front of her.

"Because I said, if you don't kill me, I have no reason to come to see you."

He closed his palms, and I don't know what was hidden in them.
"I will miss you very much after this separation."

As the words came out, his palm opened, and a white wild chrysanthemum swayed in the wind.

It's just that the night is dark,

She couldn't see it, nor did she want to see it.

(End of this chapter)