Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince-Chapter 62 - This King Will Break Your Legs

Against people like Li Ming’an and Heifeng, only by using means more sinister than theirs can one gain the upper hand.

As the saying goes, without thunderous measures, how can one dare to have the heart of a Bodhisattva.

Essentially, he and Qi Yu were the same kind of people.

“It’s late at night, Mr.

Song, you should return and rest.

We can discuss further matters tomorrow.” Qi Yu stood up, having Shiqi escort Song Ling back to the guest house.

She dragged her heavy body and, served by a maid, washed up.

It wasn’t that she had gotten accustomed to this luxurious life, but that the clothing of ancient people were really difficult to wear and take off.

Without help, she wouldn’t be able to figure out how to manage the clothes by tomorrow.

In the bed, Li Mingjue had already changed into clean clothes and was looking at a document by the candlelight.

Seeing someone walk in, he put the document aside and waved her over.

Qi Yu tugged at her waist-length hair, looking despondently at him, “Prince, can I cut this hair?”

Li Mingjue chuckled softly, still explaining to her in a gentle voice, “The body, hair, and skin are inherited from the parents; how can you simply cut them off?”

Qi Yu felt melancholic; the rules of the ancients were indeed too many.

She understood the reasoning, but sooner or later, she would trip over her own long hair.

It’s hard to wash and even harder to dry.

With winter approaching, she really wished she could just become a nun.

Hearing her softly muttered complaint, Li Mingjue’s eyes narrowed slightly, his tone becoming somewhat menacing, “I wasn’t aware that the Princess harbored thoughts of renouncing the world?”

Qi Yu immediately shook her head, “Not at all!

How could that be, you must have heard wrong, Prince!”

As long as she didn’t admit it, she wouldn’t be in the wrong!

Li Mingjue pulled her onto his lap, resignedly drying her hair, and whispered, “Good that you don’t.”

Qi Yu, coddled by his indulgent attitude, felt her ears turning red.

Unable to suppress her mischievous heart, she looked up at him and asked, “If I really wanted to renounce the world, what would you do, Prince?”

Li Mingjue stopped his movements, glared at her, and said coldly, “If you dare, I will break your legs!”

Although he knew she was only joking, the mere possibility filled him with uncontrollable rage.

Qi Yu completely abandoned the idea, no longer provoking him.

She stayed in his embrace, motionless like a turtle withdrawing into its shell.

By the time her hair was completely dried, it was well past midnight.

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Qi Yu yawned, her eyelids too heavy to lift.

Just as her hair was being playfully tousled by a pair of large hands, she was about to glower at the culprit when she heard him whisper, “In a few days, my master will be coming.”

Qi Yu’s sleepiness mostly dissipated, “Master?”

Li Mingjue gently rested his chin on her head, his expression showing a tenderness unseen by others.

“When I was young and sickly, my father found me a master to teach me martial arts.

But even my father did not know that the master he found me was not any serious martial artist, but rather like an old mischief-maker, constantly playing pranks on me.”

Qi Yu smiled, “It seems our Prince has been frail since he was a child.”

Li Mingjue was pleased by the intimacy of her words, his expression becoming even gentler.

He held her tighter and continued, “Master taught me a set of swordsmanship and Qinggong.

When I turned thirteen and my health issues were mostly resolved, Master left the Imperial Palace.

Since then, he has sent a family letter every year, but I have never seen him again.”

Qi Yu pondered for a while, then looked up at him, “Does your master have some business with you this time he came here?”

Li Mingjue nodded slightly, “Master said he found a medicine in Tulan that could cure the poison in my body.”

Qi Yu did not say anything, guessing that his master probably did not know that the poison in Li Mingjue had already been almost completely cured by herself.

However, she was very interested in this unpredictable martial arts expert he mentioned.

Li Mingjue recalled the mischievous old trickster who always managed to infuriate him and suddenly laughed, “I am sure Master would like you very much.”

Qi Yu slightly raised her eyebrows, “Why?”

Li Mingjue looked at her with a smile in his eyes, “Naturally because the Prince’s Princess is endearing.”

Qi Yu was not taken in by his flattery, snorted, “I think you meant to say ‘asking for a beating’!”

Seeing the deepening amusement in his eyes, Qi Yu, annoyed, turned over and burrowed into the covers, leaving only the back of her head facing him.

Li Mingjue blew out the candle and pulled her back into his embrace.

Qi Yu struggled for a while, then kicked him in the legs twice.

Li Mingjue’s temples throbbed as he pinned down her squirming hands and feet, then bent down to kiss her.

“Mmm—”

The rest of her words were lost in the darkness.

The next day, during breakfast in the front hall, Li Bo noticed the differing expressions of the pair and sensed that the atmosphere was somewhat delicate.

Shen Xiheng had knocked on the Prince Qiu Residence’s door early in the morning, entering in a rush.

“There’s big trouble!” he gasped as he came in.

Qi Yu watched the usually image-conscious man gasping for breath and poured a cup of tea, then told Li Bo, “Call over Master Song.”

Li Bo hurried to the back courtyard.

Song Ling had just arrived and was not yet steady on his feet when he heard Shen Xiheng say, “Yesterday, during an interrogation at the Ministry of Justice, someone accused Brother Song, and His Majesty will know about this after the morning court.”

Li Mingjue’s expression remained unchanged, as this was within his expectations.

Song Ling’s gaze darkened, but there was no sign of panic on his face.

At that moment, he seemed like a different person, dispelling his former air of timidity.

Qi Yu, touching her chin, watched him for a while and nodded approvingly.

Indeed a clever man; that would make the next steps easier.

Seeing that he had hurried here to deliver the news, yet the other three remained silent after hearing him, Shen held his trembling cup tightly, “Won’t you say something?”

Qi Yu looked at him, her tone nonchalant, “What is there to say?

Isn’t this expected?”

Shen Xiheng calmed down at this.

After a careful thought, he realized indeed it was something that couldn’t be hidden.

“But if His Majesty finds out…” Although he knew Li Mingjue had a plan, he still couldn’t relax.

The moment the Ministry of Justice reports it, Li Ming’an could seize the opportunity to accuse Prince Qiu.

Maybe even pin the case of the stolen official silver on him.

“So what if he knows,” Qi Yu blew on her tea, her tone leisurely, interrupting him.

As Shen Xiheng looked puzzled, she lifted her head and smiled lightly, “This is a godsend opportunity, Chancellor Shen.”