Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince-Chapter 67 - Sister, what brings you here today

Qi Yu turned around, grasping the snow in her palm that hadn’t fully melted, causing it even more to dissolve.

She spread open her palm to look, but nothing was left.

“This tea isn’t bitter, you can drink several cups, Princess,” said Song Ling as he poured her a cup.

Qi Yu, however, shook her head, “I’m not afraid of bitterness.”

She had tasted herbs a hundred times more bitter than this; the aftertaste of tea was nothing compared to true bitterness.

Seeing her having grown much thinner these past few days, and still wearing only a thin white garment despite the snow, Song Ling couldn’t help but furrow his brow, “It’s freezing cold, Princess, you should wear more clothes.”

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Qi Yu silently took a sip of tea, warmth spreading to her throat, and she seemed to come alive as she quietly said, “I’m fine, I’m not cold.”

Song Ling was at a loss for what to do.

It wasn’t that she wasn’t cold; she clearly couldn’t feel the cold anymore.

It made no sense; the two of them had been fine just a few days ago, and now suddenly they were at odds.

He had little influence and couldn’t really say much.

But watching Qi Yu neglect herself like this was more than he could bear.

After escorting her back to her separate residence, Song Ling quietly made his way to the study.

“Your Highness,” Song Ling bowed in greeting.

Li Mingjue was flipping through documents and didn’t even lift his head, “What is it?”

Song Ling, seeing the similarity in their distracted states, felt somewhat helpless.

“The weather is becoming increasingly colder these days; perhaps the Prince could advise the Princess,” he said.

At the mention of the Princess, Li Mingjue abruptly looked up, his face darkening as he remembered something.

“What she does is of no concern to me,” he said.

Song Ling knew the two were merely being stubborn and neither was willing to back down easily.

But winter was just beginning, and if the weather grew even colder, wouldn’t Qi Yu freeze to death if she continued like this?

Feeling a heavy responsibility, he slowly spoke, “It’s winter now, and the Princess is still dressing lightly; if this goes on, I’m afraid she’ll fall ill from the cold.”

Li Mingjue’s brows slightly furrowed, his emotions becoming somewhat complicated.

Under normal circumstances, he would have been extremely concerned.

But now, he scoffed at himself, what right did he have to be concerned?

“This matter is unrelated to me, you may leave,” Li Mingjue said with an emotionless face, dismissing him.

Song Ling, realizing he couldn’t persuade him, left with a heavy heart.

On his way, he ran into Mo Qingshan, who had just returned from the Imperial Palace, and noticing his troubled expression, Mo Qingshan pulled him aside and asked, “What happened?”

Song Ling sighed and briefly recounted the events of the past few days.

Mo Qingshan stroked his beard, smiling helplessly, “I didn’t expect that just a few days after I entered the palace, these two started creating such a fuss.”

However, he was just an old man; meddling in such affairs of the heart seemed inappropriate.

All he could do was to reassure Song Ling to take it easy.

“The person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it,” Mo Qingshan was quite open-minded about this.

“But the Prince seemed very angry, is it really possible for those two to reconcile?” Song Ling himself had no experience with these matters and felt that the situation was quite tricky.

However, Mo Qingshan revealed a mysterious smile to him, “Don’t worry, these two are willing to give as good as they get.

In my opinion, there’s no couple more made for each other under heaven than them, and they won’t easily break apart.”

Having said that, he threw back his head and burst into laughter as he drank.

It was three days later when Shen Xiheng heard about the matter.

As the Assistant Minister of Rites, he had been too busy to plant his feet on the ground, what with the Tulan Envoy’s arrival in the capital city.

Once he found some free time, he went to join Song Ling for tea and chess.

Seeing Song Ling even more worried than himself, he grew curious.

“Brother Song seems distracted today, has something happened at the Prince Qiu Residence?” Shen Xiheng casually inquired while holding a black chess piece and looking at the board.

Song Ling made a move before slowly explaining the events of the past few days.

After listening, Shen Xiheng tossed the chess piece aside, his face revealing joy, “They really fought!”

Song Ling shook his head silently, looking at him with annoyance, “And here you are taking pleasure in their misfortune.”

Shen Xiheng leisurely sipped his tea, “Brother Song, worry not, they won’t fight for many days.”

Song Ling was startled, “Really?”

Shen Xiheng’s eyebrows quirked slightly, “Of course, in a couple of days, the Tulan Envoy will have an audience with the emperor.

There will be plenty to keep them busy.”

“What does that have to do with the Prince and Princess?” Song Ling was puzzled.

Shen Xiheng smiled, “That Princess Lingya is specifically here for His Highness Prince Qiu, after all.

When she encounters our unconventional Princess Qiu, it’ll be quite the spectacle.”

He wasn’t as worried as Song Ling because he knew that couple couldn’t really fight.

The situation they were in was only due to one not daring to take a risk, and the other not daring to trust.

Once an external threat emerged, they would see each other’s true intentions through adversity, and then they would understand the sincerity between them.

Qi Yu hadn’t left her private quarters for several days, spending all her time inside studying the herbs and elixirs Mo Qingshan brought back from Tulan.

The herbs from Tulan differed from those in Dazhao, having been refined through special processes.

They appeared somewhat sinister, emitting a mysterious aura.

Moreover, she always felt there was something off about that elixir.

While she was busy, Chunlan suddenly burst in, panting as she said, “Princess, Miss Qi has arrived!”

Qi Yu put the herbs down and furrowed her brow, “Qi Anran?

What is she here for?”

Chunlan shook her head, responding, “I don’t know, she said she wanted to see you.”

With a snort, Qi Yu changed her clothes and headed to the front hall.

Qi Anran had been waiting for a long time, nearly freezing in the cold wind, yet there was still no sign of Qi Yu.

“That idiot has the audacity to make me wait so long!” she thought bitterly, her white fox fur coat trembling with her rage.

Qi Yu was dressed elaborately by Chunlan, who even added a red cloak to her attire.

Chunlan earnestly advised, “With the Princess’s beauty, you’ll surely overshadow that vixen!”

The corner of Qi Yu’s mouth twitched faintly.

That wasn’t necessary.

When she arrived at the front hall, Qi Anran was so angry she could have killed someone.

She watched through the falling snow at the figure approaching in a red outfit from afar, momentarily stunned.

The red plum blossoms in the Prince Qiu Residence were in full bloom, spreading out like spilled blood in front of her eyes, yet even such a beautiful scene couldn’t compare to Qi Yu, who was stepping through the snow.

Coming back to her senses, Qi Anran clenched her hands into fists.

Not in the mood for pleasantries, Qi Yu asked in a detached tone, “What brings my dear sister here today?”