She was not Yin Tingxue, nor did she know what words would please him, so among a thousand scattered thoughts, she could only answer softly:
"Mm… husband."
She had said before that she would call him husband in private.
Chen Yi gently stroked her slender waist, basking in her rare act of intimacy.
The legitimate eldest daughter of the Prince Mansion, which once harbored enmity against him, had secretly become his concubine in his own household—and, moreover, his cultivation furnace. He tried to push the thought aside, but when it returned, he could not help but reflect on how tangled his relationship with Yin Weiyin had become.
Chen Yi smiled and let out a faint sigh.
As for the Prince Mansion that had once wished to kill him, Chen Yi had little intention of reconciliation. However, considering Yin Weiyin's connection, maintaining a hands-off, non-interference stance wasn't entirely out of the question.
"It's getting late. Take a bath and then rest."
