Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince
Chapter 219: What’s the Use of Being Good-Looking?

Chapter 219: Chapter 219: What’s the Use of Being Good-Looking?

Just as he was thinking, Li Mingjue on the bed slowly opened his eyes amidst the shocked expressions of Song Feng and Song Ting, and slowly sat up, saying, "Grandfather."

Song Feng looked him over with a mix of surprise and joy, and seeing that aside from a somewhat pale face, he did not appear to suffer from any serious illness, finally relaxed.

Song Ting was stunned for a moment, then threw himself at him, crying with a runny nose and tears, his eyes swimming with tears as he looked at him.

Li Mingjue helplessly shook his head and said warmly, "Stop crying."

Song Ting finally let out a "waah" and began to cry, his days of worry turning into tears, crying in a way that was earth-shattering and extremely mournful.

Anyone who didn’t know better would think the person had really passed away.

Qi Yu and Mo Qingshan exchanged a glance, then quietly left, leaving the three generations to talk among themselves.

Li Mingjue took a handkerchief, stuffed it into Song Ting’s hands, and watched him cry until his face turned red, feeling both heartache and amusement.

The uncle had died on the battlefield in the past few years, leaving behind only this son, and he doted on this nephew more than anyone else.

Song Ting took it, and in between sobs, he managed to say, "Thank you... cousin."

In recent years, under General Song’s tutelage, he had become somewhat more sensible than before.

Song Feng pushed the rambunctious youngster aside and looked at Li Mingjue with concern, "Are you feeling better?"

Li Mingjue smiled and said, "Grandfather need not worry, I have long since recovered from my illness."

Upon hearing this, Song Feng immediately understood what was going on.

He thought about the court’s political situation, the Empress’s hostility towards their Song Family, and with her being pregnant again, she would certainly view the Prince as a thorn in her side.

Lately, the Imperial Palace had been organizing a grand selection of concubines, each and every event targeting their family.

Right now, pretending to be ill was indeed a good strategy.

He nodded in approval and dismissed the topic with a wave of his hand, "Then all is well."

Song Ting, however, did not understand the deeper meaning of their conversation and looked around in confusion.

But knowing that Li Mingjue was well, he didn’t care about anything else.

He wiped away his tears and returned to his lively self, grinning, "It’s great cousin is fine, now I have someone to play with!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Song Feng tapped him on the head, saying sternly, "Show some respect!"

His hands, which were used to drawing bows and wielding guns year-round, possessed immense strength, and even the thick-skinned Song Ting could not bear it.

He covered his head in pain and pouted, "You’re one to talk, Grandpa has been just as eager to see cousin."

The two bantered back and forth for a while, until they were both out of breath and finally stopped.

Li Mingjue watched from the side without interrupting.

Having not seen his grandfather and nephew for several years, he had always been concerned, and now that he had seen them, everything was fine.

However, his gaze then silently searched the room for a while, but he did not see Qi Yu and Mo Qingshan.

Song Feng poured a cup of tea and said, "Your master was originally picking herbs in the mountains, I caught him as he passed by, he has been clamoring to leave."

Song Ting poured a cup for himself as well, took a sip, found it bitter, quickly stuck out his tongue, and set the teacup down.

The tea at the mansion was different from that at the frontier, made from fine tea leaves, resulting in a fragrant and richly flavored tea.

But Song Ting was not yet of the age to appreciate tea; in the frontier, he drank bland tea that was as weak as water, and in the capital, he drank various sweet fruit wines—it was his first time tasting such bitter tea.

He agreed eagerly, "That old man is really hot-tempered, always yelling and cursing, even wanted to hit me. But he couldn’t beat me!"

Li Mingjue watched him with amusement as he patted his chest in pride, then turned to Song Feng, "Grandfather had good intentions, master is clear about that."

Song Feng did not express agreement or disagreement, but something seemed to occur to him, and he frowned, "That old Daoist kept saying, with the Princess there, you would certainly be fine."

At the time, he thought Mo Qingshan was just feeling upset from being captured and intentionally said it to irritate him.

But now it seemed that Li Mingjue was indeed unharmed, with even the arrow wound on his body healed, showing no signs of injury.

Could it be that girl really possessed some kind of elixir?

Li Mingjue lowered his gaze and smiled lightly, then said to his maternal grandfather, "Master is right, with the Princess here, I really won’t run into trouble."

Song Ting propped his chin, his round eyes wandering around.

Princess?

Is it that very beautiful woman?

At that thought, he pouted his lips. What’s the use of being beautiful?

His mother said that a woman without talent was virtue itself and told him he must marry a virtuous woman in the future.

Song Ting’s little brain had already drifted off who knows where, and when he returned to his senses, he heard Li Mingjue saying, "Maternal grandfather need not worry, the Princess’s medical skills are unmatched, not inferior to Master’s."

It turned out that Song Feng didn’t believe it and insisted on summoning a doctor to take his pulse.

He didn’t want to ask for that old coot Mo Qingshan. What if he was in cahoots with that Princess Qi Yu?

Li Mingjue could not help but laugh and cry, hastily interrupting his thoughts.

Song Ting was also skeptical, his face full of doubt, "Cousin, could it be that someone has cast a spell on you? She’s just a woman. Could her medical skills possibly surpass those of Divine Doctor Lou Qingming?"

He simply couldn’t believe that such a woman, beautiful as a celestial being, would possess such superior medical skills, especially since all the doctors he had met from childhood were white-bearded old men.

He had never heard of a family’s Divine Doctor being a young lady.

Li Mingjue nodded and laughed, "Indeed, she is more skilled than Divine Doctor Lou."

Song Ting opened his mouth wide in surprise. More skilled than Divine Doctor Lou, how skilled must that be?

He remembered that when his grandfather was pierced through the heart by an arrow, it was Lou Qingming who had saved him.

In his mind, no one was more skilled than Lou Qingming.

Song Feng remained silent, but he wasn’t an ignorant child; he knew there were more capable people in the world.

Yet, he couldn’t imagine how a girl, known as an idiot since childhood and raised in the capital, would suddenly transform into an existence more formidable than a Divine Doctor.

Li Mingjue smiled without answering, faced with their skepticism, he simply stated, "You will know in the future."

Speaking more wouldn’t be as convincing as seeing with their own eyes. Once they witnessed Qi Yu’s capabilities for themselves, they would naturally understand his words.

Song Feng stroked his beard, a glint of insight flashing through his eyes aged by the vicissitudes of life.

It seemed that this girl was indeed not simple.

Song Ting didn’t have so many thoughts. Knowing his cousin wasn’t in trouble, he couldn’t stay still, hopping and bounding around the house, causing maids and servants to chase after him.

He was either destroying plants along his path or wreaking havoc in the house.

The maids looked at the flowers he had chopped with his sword, their hearts bleeding for them.

Those were the Princess’s favorite flowers!

Song Ting, unaware of the trouble he had caused, stood on the bed of flowers, head held high and declared arrogantly, "What’s a few flowers? Even if I were to tear down the house, my cousin wouldn’t blame me!"

The maids and servants exchanged glances, not knowing how to respond.

Soon after, a woman’s voice came from behind, chilly as ice, "Is that so?"

Song Ting turned around and saw his cousin’s wife, looking just like a celestial being, gritting her teeth and glaring at him.

Qi Yu observed the flowers she had tended for a month being ruined, and her mood wasn’t good either.

She looked at the boisterous brat, her hands itching to take action.

Yet Song Ting still made a face at her, grinning mischievously, "Such pettiness, treasuring mere flowers like they were treasures!"

Qi Yu’s temples throbbed, and she eventually couldn’t hold back, calling out, "Shiqi!"

Song Ting shook off the flower petals from his body, his face full of disdain.

But the next moment, he was grabbed by a figure in black descending from the sky and had his arms pinned behind his back.