Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince
Chapter 183: She Has Already Guessed Who is Behind the Scenes

Chapter 183: Chapter 183: She Has Already Guessed Who is Behind the Scenes

Seeing Heifeng’s face, Qi Yu’s expression remained unchanged, but she smiled instead, "You’re actually still alive."

Even Li Ming’an had been banished to the borders of Qingzhou, she hadn’t expected this man, who had already entered the Heavenly Prison, to still be alive and come out.

Heifeng wiped the blood from his mouth, curled his lips, and revealed a sinister smile, "I didn’t expect it either."

This was the first time the two had spoken so calmly to each other.

Even though one was sitting and the other kneeling.

Shiqi watched Heifeng warily, having not forgotten his face.

Initially, it was Heifeng and Li Ming’an who had teamed up and nearly killed his master, the Prince.

Qi Yu had the maid change a cup of tea and then had Shiqi untie the rope binding Heifeng.

Shiqi, frowning, was not too willing, "Princess, this man has attempted to assassinate you, and even tried to kill the Prince."

Heifeng did not get annoyed, as if he had no temper, changed his position and sat on the ground, his voice hoarse, "Don’t bother, I won’t say anything, might as well just kill me."

Hearing this, Shiqi’s hand holding the sword twitched, but Qi Yu stopped him, "I will not kill you."

Heifeng looked at her in surprise, "Why?"

Qi Yu slowly curled her lips, smiling innocently, "Because, I want you to wish you were dead."

Not only did Heifeng shudder, but so did Shiqi.

Watching her use such a face to scare someone was truly too horrifying.

Heifeng snorted lightly, "Just with you?"

Qi Yu nodded, "Yes, just with me."

She pulled out a silver needle and poked Heifeng a few times, not painful, but with severe aftereffects.

Heifeng gradually felt his entire body numb, like a living dead, his body stiffly lying on the ground, motionless.

But his awareness was very clear, and now and then, a sour pain coursed through his body.

He moved his lips, his tone sounding frustrated, "What did you do to me?"

Qi Yu wiped the silver needle with a cloth, and said seriously, "Nothing much, just letting you taste what death feels like beforehand."

Heifeng’s eyes were about to split, glaring ferociously at her.

Qi Yu looked down at him, as if looking at an ant she could crush anytime.

High above, yet chilling to the core.

"Watch him, don’t let him die," Qi Yu instructed quietly.

Shiqi nodded and glanced at the wretched state of Heifeng, silently making a decision in his heart.

Never to provoke their Princess in the future.

She was truly a devil.

After washing up and going back to her room, Qi Yu checked the wounds on Li Mingjue’s body, which were healing well now.

She turned over and lay beside him, her expression clear and eyes open, gazing at the exquisitely beautiful profile of Li Mingjue, but her thoughts straying elsewhere.

How exactly had Heifeng escaped?

And, now that he had already escaped, why would he risk his life to try and assassinate Li Mingjue?

Was it just for revenge?

The more she thought, the more complicated it seemed, Qi Yu turned over, lay flat, and sighed softly.

At least, she knew the assassin had come from the capital city.

The next day, Qi Yu woke up early. She moved Li Mingjue to a space and cleaned his wound.

Seeing his complexion improve slightly, she gradually relaxed.

In Linfeng Pavilion, the maid had already set up a table full of breakfast. Qi Yu, having little appetite, drank a bowl of porridge.

When she arrived at the front hall, besides Shiqi, Zhou Hong and Shen Xiheng were already waiting there.

Shi Zhou and Gu Jingping were also sitting by, waiting to watch the drama unfold.

Zhou Hong, looking at the person lying on the ground breathlessly, expressed some discontent, "Princess, this person has not yet been interrogated."

Qi Yu glanced at him, "Is Head Zhou criticizing me?"

Zhou Hong paused, "Your subordinate dares not."

Qi Yu didn’t argue with him and took out a silver needle, sticking it into Heifeng’s body a few more times.

Soon, he started to recover.

Shiqi placed the sword on his neck and splashed a bowl of cold water onto his face.

Regaining consciousness, Heifeng saw the crowd around him had grown and sneered mockingly.

Qi Yu crouched down, shaking that silver needle in front of him, and with a smirk, said, "How does it feel to wish for death?"

Heifeng’s expression stiffened. He turned his head away, his tone cold yet tinged with a hint of unease, "It’s just so-so."

His mouth was still quite defiant.

Qi Yu was not polite to him either, sticking a few more needles into him, specifically targeting the painful spots.

After several back and forths, Heifeng couldn’t bear it any longer by himself.

He pleaded, "Can I speak now?"

Only then did Qi Yu retract the silver needles and sit down on a chair, taking the tea handed over by the Maid and said indifferently, "Speak."

The others exchanged looks, each understanding the unspoken agreement.

Never provoke this devil.

Zhou Hong was also taken aback. Having served as the Head of the Imperial Guards for many years and interrogated countless prisoners, this was the first time he had seen anyone torment a prisoner like this.

Let alone a severely injured prisoner, even he himself could hardly endure those needles.

Suffering some flesh wounds was one thing, but each needle felt as if it reached the organs, an agony no human should endure.

Heifeng took a moment to stabilize. His expression turning sinister, he said, "Someone saved me, and it was he who ordered me to carry out the assassination."

"Who?" Zhou Hong, impatient by nature, asked out first, unable to contain himself.

Heifeng glanced at him but didn’t speak.

Unable to contain his impatience, Zhou Hong stood up abruptly, raising his hand as if to strike Heifeng.

Heifeng chuckled softly, a trace of contempt flickering in his eyes, yet showing no fear.

In fact, he seemed somewhat expectant.

Expectant of someone granting him death.

The slap almost reached his face but was stopped abruptly, as Shiqi blocked it with the hilt of his sword.

"Move aside!" Zhou Hong never had much regard for these Hidden Guards who could only lurk in shadows.

Being unexpectedly blocked by Shiqi, he felt somewhat dishonored.

He, the dignified Head of the Imperial Guards, when had he fallen to such a level?

Firstly, Qi Yu shouted, "Shiqi!"

Then he turned to Zhou Hong, "Commander Zhou, stay your hand. Let him finish his words before killing him is still not too late."

Zhou Hong threw aside his sword, sitting down unexpectedly without showing his emotions.

"What, you dare not kill me?" Heifeng said, his tone thick with mockery.

Qi Yu was deep in thought, not really paying attention to these provocative words from Heifeng.

Zhou Hong also did not dare to act rashly, just feeling increasingly anxious beneath the surface.

The man had already been captured; why not imprison him and properly interrogate him?

He believed that no assassin could escape his methods.

No matter how tough the prisoner, faced with his measures, they had to concede defeat.

Zhou Hong thought, feeling somewhat angry, he whispered to Shen Xihe, who was calmly drinking tea beside him, "I really don’t know what kind of medicine the Princess is selling in her gourd."

Shen Xihe merely smiled faintly, a glint in his eyes, "Do you believe she has already guessed who is behind this?"

Zhou Hong naturally didn’t believe it. He held his breath, snorting through his nostrils, "Impossible."

Busy all morning, they managed to extract just that ambiguous phrase, showcasing the extent of Qi Yu’s methods.

He simply couldn’t believe she would guess the mastermind so quickly.

Shen Xihe simply shook his head with a smile, not contradicting him.

Soon, the ever-arrogant Commander Zhou was going to be shocked speechless.