Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince
Chapter 123 Do you want to kill Qi Yu?

Chapter 123: Chapter 123 Do you want to kill Qi Yu?

Hearing his words, Lingya was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "The enemies of Princess Qiu, I’m afraid, can’t even be counted on one hand."

Within a few short seconds, quite a few people had flashed through her mind.

After all, Princess Qiu indeed incited jealousy in others.

Not a single female from the capital’s aristocratic families did not hate her.

"However, when it comes to those who hate Princess Qiu the most, none surpass the people from the Prime Minister Residence." Lingya had been in the capital for nearly two months and had already gathered the necessary information.

She naturally knew the relationship between Qi Yu and the Qi family members was not good.

Jiutu slightly raised his eyebrows, a hint of amusement showing through his pitch-black eyes.

Why not take this opportunity to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

Two hours later, the crowd in front of Yongchun Hall had gradually dispersed.

Everyone knew the rules here; at first, there were those who persisted stubbornly, but after several rejections, nobody dared to do so anymore.

Qi Yu had Qian Zhangmen close the door, and a group of people returned to the Prince Residence.

Upon their return, Li Bo quickly had the kitchen serve lunch.

They just happened to meet Li Mingjue, who was returning from the palace, and Shen Xiheng, who had come to join them for a meal.

Shen Xiheng had been quite busy these days; Li Ming’an’s actions had affected the entire court, and the emperor was furious.

Even someone as leisurely as him, an Assistant Minister of Rites, had to tread carefully. Aside from attending court sessions, he stayed at his residence.

At the moment, every official, whether civilian or military, felt insecure.

Upon seeing them, Qi Yu realised that it had been a while since he had seen him. While serving food, he found a moment to ask, "Have you been very busy lately?"

Shen Xiheng did not shy away from complaining, "Exactly, His Majesty is truly angry this time. Anyone with the slightest connection to Prince An is under strict investigation."

Liao Fan and Kong Ran, who sat there, could not understand the matters of the court.

However, just from hearing this single statement, Liao Fan roughly understood that times in the capital city were likely difficult.

Although Song Ling was aware of the inside story, being far removed from court affairs meant he was not as well-informed. He followed Shen Xiheng’s words and asked, "Does Brother Shen also need to be investigated?"

It was clear to any discerning eye that Shen Xiheng had nothing to do with Prince An.

When Shen Xiheng thought about this matter, he also felt it was unjust: "His Majesty would rather execute a thousand by mistake than spare one."

The testimony of Heifeng had pinned the crime on Li Ming’an firmly, but he refused to admit it, and even Qiu Lian, the Minister of the Ministry of Justice, could do nothing about him.

Li Tianze intended for Li Mingjue to preside over and thoroughly investigate the matter.

But Li Mingjue had not agreed.

"Why did the Prince refuse?" Liao Fan had been listening for a while and had roughly understood, asking somewhat puzzled.

He was not interested in the affairs of the court but was very curious about Li Mingjue’s thoughts.

In his view, since Prince An and Prince Qiu Residence had grievances, why not take advantage of this opportunity to crush him.

Li Mingjue picked up some greens with his chopsticks for Qi Yu and, under her indignant but silent gaze, calmly began, "Father’s suspicions are deep; if I press too hard, it might instead give Li Ming’an a sliver of chance."

His words were simple, but the hidden meaning was profound.

In the capital, it had always been Prince An and Prince Qiu holding court against each other. Now that Prince An had brought about his own downfall, as long as Li Mingjue was not foolish, he would not wade into these muddy waters.

Qi Yu understood this as well but was too lazy to comment.

That old man Li Tianze was very cunning and even secretly sent people to surveil her.

Yongchun Hall was barely able to be kept a secret, and if he discovered other secrets she bore, it would likely bring disaster upon her.

The meal was somewhat heavy, with only Kong Ran looking around with his round eyes, not understanding what they were discussing.

When Qi Yu got a moment, she tapped his bowl with the end of her chopsticks, "A child with too many worries won’t grow tall!"

Upon hearing this, Kong Ran immediately bowed his head and started eating the rice in his bowl with big bites.

After the meal, Li Mingjue went to the study with Shen Xiheng and Song Ling to discuss matters.

Qi Yu and Liao Fan sat in the backyard drinking tea together, while Kong Ran ran around the yard with a kite given to him by Li Bo.

"I owe thanks to the Princess for this matter," Liao Fan said after remaining silent for a long while.

Qi Yu saw that his emotions had stabilized somewhat and replied casually, "There’s no need for formality, Master."

She did things based on two things: mood and affinity.

It wasn’t so much that she saved them as it was that they had some fate with her.

Liao Fan had many thoughts pent up inside him, but he didn’t know where to begin.

It was Qi Yu who perceived his thoughts and advised, "Everyone has their own destiny, just let it be."

Although in her eyes Liao Ran truly had it coming, she still refrained from being too blunt in front of Liao Fan.

She racked her brains to come up with that phrase and wondered how much of it Liao Fan could comprehend.

After speaking, she didn’t disturb the person engrossed in thought but stood up and went to the courtyard to fly a kite with the little monk.

Glancing up at the ancient tree that was beginning to show hints of green, a smile formed at the corner of her mouth, spring was almost here.

When March arrived, she would be able to leave the capital city and head to Jiangnan.

Kong Ran had no idea what she was contemplating. Seeing her standing there, he ran over tugging at his tunic, pulled on her sleeve, and looked up to ask, "Fairy Sister, what are you looking at?"

Qi Yu came back to her senses and, looking down, smiled at him, "Nothing much, let’s go fly kites."

Kong Ran’s eyes were full of bewilderment, but he chose not to say anything.

The two of them spent the afternoon in the courtyard until Li Bo called them for dinner, and they finally settled down.

At night, after Qi Yu had coaxed Kong Ran to sleep, she returned to her room.

The little monk was indeed endearing, but slightly too clingy for her taste.

Perhaps it was because he had lost his parents at a young age, and lacked a sense of security.

Qi Yu, concerned for his safety, dispatched a few Hidden Guards to stand watch outside his door.

Just as she closed her door, she heard a faint sound from the roof tiles.

Someone was up there.

With an unruffled expression, Qi Yu sat on the bed’s edge, a silver needle hidden in the cuff of her sleeve, ready to strike.

If this person dared to break in, she would ensure there was no return.

But the person only stayed for a moment and then left.

Qi Yu furrowed her brow, this person didn’t seem like someone Li Tianze had sent.

The previous group had hidden well, and mainly stayed outside the residence, constantly monitoring their every action.

This person appeared to make purposeful noise as if wanting to be discovered, movements too obvious.

If it weren’t for the fact that the Hidden Guards were patrolling around the estate, it surely would’ve caused some commotion.

Was it meant to frighten her?

After pondering for a while, Qi Yu couldn’t come up with an answer and decided to drop it.

She would discuss it with Li Mingjue after he returned to his room.

Yet, as she turned page after page of her storybooks, waiting for his return, she eventually could no longer keep her eyes open and fell asleep.

At the Prime Minister Residence, Qi Anran had just helped Madame Wang to bed.

In recent days, Madame Wang had caught a cold and complained of headaches daily, so Qi Anran, as her daughter, naturally offered a few words of comfort.

After a tiring day, having finally coaxed her to sleep, she returned to her own room accompanied by her maid.

Upon entering the door, she dismissed the maid to stand guard outside, intending to wash up properly.

But just as she closed the door, a cold breeze drifted in through the window, snuffing out the candlelight.

Qi Anran was startled for a moment, about to call out, when she felt a knife pressed to her throat.

With her neck stiffly turning, she heard a low voice warn, "Don’t move, otherwise I can’t guarantee you’ll live till tomorrow."

Qi Anran stopped in her motions and asked with a trembling voice, "What... what do you want to do?"

The person chuckled darkly, the voice low and somewhat seductive, "Want to kill Qi Yu?"