She sat lonely on the bed, and suddenly remembered that Chen Yi's story hadn't been finished yet—what happened with Yin Zhiping and the Little Dragon Maiden afterward...

...…

Not long after Yin Weiyin escorted Lu Ying to the guest room, he returned to the main hall and found that Chen Yi was no longer at his seat.

She quickened her pace almost unconsciously.

Before she could get closer, a dark shadow flashed behind her, pulling her abruptly into a strong embrace.

Yin Weiyin's breathing halted, her heart skipping half a beat as her waist stiffened.

He was her unresolved past, and she still feared him.

Soft fragrance filled her senses as Chen Yi held her hand with one hand, and encircled her waist with the other, audaciously pressing his cheek against her neck. It had been so long since he last saw her. When they met at Qingfeng Pavilion, he had wanted to pull her into his arms immediately, but the situation—and Lu Ying's presence—had held him back.

Her waist was soft and smooth, like boneless silk beneath the robe, and even through the layers of cloth, he could feel its texture. Chen Yi's breathing grew rapid; he hadn't tasted such sweetness in half a year, and now he just wanted to savor the "bun" of the Immortal.

Chen Yi asked directly, "Where's the bedroom?"

Yin Weiyin snapped back to her senses, letting out a cold snort as she lowered her gaze and replied, "Is this all you think about whenever you see me…"

Chen Yi sneered and retorted, "So what?"

Bolstering her nerve slightly, Yin Weiyin murmured softly, "Granting your wishes isn't unthinkable, but I need to ask you something first…"

Though he didn't like her tone, this was exactly the Yin Weiyin he knew. Chen Yi softened a bit and asked, "What is it?"

She turned her face directly toward him and asked, "Did you meet Yin Tingxue first, or did you come straight to me?"

Chen Yi smiled. "Of course, I came to you first."

"…Really?"

Chen Yi didn't explain further but simply said, "I passed by Yin Sword Mountain but didn't ascend."

Yin Weiyin's eyes lit faintly, her joy carefully suppressed.

He didn't even visit Yin Sword Mountain, nor did he meet Zhou Yitang. He hurried right over to see her. At the end of the day, she was still the one most important to his heart.

Although the three of them were technically co-wives, everyone knew their marriage was primarily to soothe the feelings of Zhou Yitang and Yin Tingxue. The rightful first wife was still her. Thinking of this, Yin Weiyin softly called out, "Husband."

"Enough talking." Chen Yi exhaled heavily.

Yin Weiyin felt something pressing against her robes from behind, her cheeks flushed, and she whispered softly, "Follow me."

In no time, they arrived at the bedroom. Chen Yi, still breathing heavily, pushed her onto the bed. Yin Weiyin said nothing, complying with his wishes as she removed her garments. Their gazes crossed, and in an instant, all of the yearning and suppression of the past six months became perfectly clear.

In that moment, it was as though a hazy mist enveloped them, filled with tender longing.

These past six months had hidden tigers and crouching dragons, and now emerged again to battle fiercely!

......

Within Jianghu, tigers and dragons lie in wait, yet how is this courtyard any different?

A dragon encountering water rises to the heavens—an auspicious omen. A tiger roaming the mountain forest commands its territory—a majestic scene. Now, as dragon and tiger clash, tangled and inseparable, their fierce exchanges number over a hundred rounds, yet neither emerges the victor.

The white tiger fights with bold defiance, while the crimson dragon counters with steadfast resilience, unwilling to yield. In the first dozen rounds, the tiger bears down, biting and twisting with increasing ferocity—its jaws clenching tightly around the dragon's head.

But a tiger remains a tiger, and a dragon remains a dragon. The tiger's grip finally loosens as its strength wanes, yielding in the end, admitting defeat.

"Enough! Enough!"

"It's been so hard to see you again, and yet—you, you don't treasure this chance, you don't treasure it!"

Words fell one after another, and though battling a tiger is no easy feat, the dragon too grew fatigued, ultimately pulling free.

After the dragon-tiger duel came peace and tranquility. As their thoughts quieted, only the sound of heavy breathing lingered in the air.

Yin Weiyin lay weakly on the bed, clutching at the covers. Wrapped in Chen Yi's embrace, she felt almost unused to sharing her bed after half a year of solitude.

Soft jade within his arms, Chen Yi finally felt his heart settle after indulging. He gazed at her in the moonlight, her beauty captivating his weary gaze until he fell silent, staring in a daze.

Yin Weiyin caught his lingering look, her thoughts churning within. Abruptly, she spoke:

"Husband, you should go check on Tingxue first."

Chen Yi froze, then laughed aloud. Great Yin had been stewing in jealousy over Little Yin not too long ago, yet now she was urging him to check in on Yin Tingxue instead.

He thought briefly of the little fox on Cangwu Peak, feeling a tender pang in his heart, yet his lips quipped:

"They're all the same. Speaking of which, I must accompany you to Taihua Mountain and register my name on the jade tablet."

At his words, Yin Weiyin remembered. Technically, since they weren't formal Daoist companions, they shouldn't have shared such intimacy, but it had gone on for so long that she had entirely forgotten Taihua Mountain's traditions.

Thinking of him visiting Taihua Mountain to meet her elders and superiors, Yin Weiyin's breathing quickened, her eyes widening at certain thoughts.

In the eyes of her elders, Chen Yi might even seem to be… her...

Cauldron.

Yin Weiyin only now recalled this revelation.

At that moment, Chen Yi glanced at her, and Yin Weiyin shivered, sending goosebumps down her skin.

"Hiding something from me?" Chen Yi frowned.

For all the pain Yin Weiyin endured in the past, this time she dared not conceal anything from him. She confessed in a low voice: "To them… you're my cauldron."

Chen Yi fell silent, his fingertips lightly brushing over her skin.

Yin Weiyin trembled, remembering countless suggestive comments Chen Yi had once made, including places he'd never explored…

After a long while, Chen Yi smirked and asked:

"I'm your cauldron?"

The female crown shivered once more, lowering her voice nervously: "I told you already, show me respect in public."

"It's not a bad role, but you seem… far too proud of it."

At his remark, Yin Weiyin's heart wavered, pounding fiercely. Her unresolved feelings spread across Heart Lake as she met Chen Yi's mischievous gaze. Her scalp tingled until she uttered cautiously:

"But there are benefits to it."

"What kind of benefits?"

Yin Weiyin racked her brain before finally replying:

"People will envy you for being a toad that managed to eat swan meat."

"..."

Chen Yi took a deep breath, desire flashing briefly before his gaze settled on Yin Weiyin's slightly flustered expression.

After venting frustrations, the longing and yearning of reunion won out. Chen Yi held her tightly, issuing a warning:

"Don't pull any new tricks on me again, or you'll pay for it."

Yin Weiyin nodded repeatedly.

As he inhaled her scent and brushed against her smooth skin, Chen Yi held her close, his thoughts wandering to a small detail.

Having narrowly escaped this teasing, Yin Weiyin exhaled in relief, though bitterness crept into her heart. For all her longing during their separation, she had endured punishment only to receive threats afterward.

Couldn't he say something kind?

As Yin Weiyin brooded, hanging her head low in frustration, Chen Yi suddenly stood up and lit the oil lamp.

Yin Weiyin asked in confusion, "Where are you going?"

He didn't respond and instead reached toward the square table. As light glimmered briefly, Yin Weiyin rubbed her eyes and focused her gaze.

Yin Weiyin froze.

Under the candlelight, a cluster of violet flowers swayed gently.

"I brought them from passing by Yin Sword Mountain. You've been staying at Taihua Mountain for so long, you probably haven't seen flowers from elsewhere."

Despite the earlier exchange, Chen Yi's voice grew tender as he explained,

"The flowers are about to wilt; it'd be a shame not to give them to you."

Yin Weiyin received the flowers and stared at them for a long while.

The buds were delicate and swayed lightly, their pale violet hue unremarkable. Her thoughts wandered far beyond the mountains and valleys of the past, realizing that such flowers were rare—perhaps only one in a thousand miles.

Coming a thousand miles to bring her such a gift rendered her speechless.

Such flowers were unique; no one else had them.

Indeed, she was the rightful first wife.

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