Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince
Chapter 220 The Princess is Right

Chapter 220: Chapter 220 The Princess is Right

Song Ting had grown used to a thick skin, often caught by his grandfather and beaten up when he was in the capital city.

But every time he went to the Prince Residence, no one dared to lay a hand on him when he came out.

Besides, Shiqi was his cousin’s Hidden Guard, why should he listen to this woman?

Song Ting fidgeted restlessly, finding that he couldn’t struggle free, and cursed angrily, "Shiqi, I order you to release me this instant, or else I’ll go tell my cousin and make it so you can’t walk away unscathed!"

He ranted and raved for quite a while, his mouth dry and tongue parched, but Shiqi remained expressionless, not even flicking an eyelid.

Song Ting, tired of talking, pouted and huffed unhappily again.

He hadn’t anticipated that this woman had quite the ability, even making Shiqi utterly obedient to her.

Qi Yu lifted her hand slightly, indicating for Shiqi to take the man to the front hall.

This little rascal brimmed with energy, but it wouldn’t take long to deal with him.

It was the first time Song Ting had been bound with rope, his expression filled with humiliation, and he tried to escape several times along the way.

But his so-called Three-legged Cat Skills that he prided himself on were no match for the well-trained Hidden Guard.

He could only be awkwardly tied up like a zongzi.

In contrast, Qi Yu, sitting in the Taishi Chair, was leisurely sipping her tea.

Song Ting felt increasingly aggrieved inside, thinking, why should it be like this?

Qi Yu blew on the froth of her tea, looking at him with a smile, "So, have you learned how to write the word ’wrong’ now?"

Bound up like a zongzi, Song Ting knocked Shiqi aside, bounced around like a zombie for a couple of hops, then lost his balance and – smack – tumbled to the ground.

Qi Yu couldn’t help but laugh out loud, and the Maids beside her covered their mouths.

Even Shiqi, with his perpetual poker face, seemed to have a twitch.

The scene was simply too comical.

Having made a fool of himself, Song Ting’s face flushed crimson, but with his hands and feet tied, he couldn’t even clamber up and could only roll around on the ground, getting a mouthful of dirt.

He struggled to raise his head, glaring at the demoness, and shouted, "Just wait till my cousin gets here, you’re going to regret this!"

As he was speaking, Qi Yu saw two people approaching from a distance.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, setting a trap for the little rascal on the ground without a change of expression, "Tell me, how do you plan to deal with me?"

Hearing this, Song Ting perked up, blissfully unaware that danger was creeping near, and said with shameless arrogance, "Hmph, scared now, are you? Too late! I’m going to tie you up and hang you from the roof beam for seven days and seven nights!"

After speaking, a smug smile curled at the corner of his mouth, the more he thought about it, the happier he became.

However, his happiness didn’t last two seconds before he rolled in front of a towering figure.

Looking up, Song Ting saw his cousin, Li Mingjue, with an indifferent face, and beside him, was their grandfather, his face a thunderous shade of blue.

He was doomed!

Song Ting rolled back silently, glaring at Qi Yu indignantly, the wretched woman, how dare she trap him!

Qi Yu met his gaze with a beaming smile, her eyes clearly spelling out several big characters.

I trapped you, indeed.

Li Mingjue pressed on his temple, instructing Shiqi to untie Song Ting first, as it didn’t look good to keep him that way.

Song Ting finally regained his freedom, but before he could even rejoice, Old Master Song rebuked him coldly, "Kneel down!"

Hearing the icy command, Song Ting instinctively plopped down on his knees, a muscle-memory reaction; he really didn’t want to kneel to that awful woman.

He stubbornly twisted his head to the side, his little face puffing up with anger.

Song Feng couldn’t stand it any longer and stepped forward to kick him, "You think you’re in the right here?"

Song Ting sucked in a breath of pain, looking up pitifully to complain, "Grandfather, it was clearly that bad woman who tied me up, how can you blame me instead!"

Song Feng looked at his contemptible appearance and couldn’t help but boil with anger, "What bad woman, that’s your cousin-in-law!"

He had heard everything Li Mingjue had said, how capable the Princess was.

Not to mention anything else, just her medical skills that could revive the dead were already admirable beyond compare.

After all, it was their family’s good fortune to have married such a capable Princess into the family.

Otherwise, Mingjue would have been killed by Li Ming’an long ago.

After hearing all this, Song Feng’s attitude toward Qi Yu had changed.

Initially, like Li Tianze, he believed that this woman born out of wedlock was not worthy of Li Mingjue.

Therefore, he tacitly approved of Li Tianze’s plan to choose a concubine for the prince.

But after learning about what had happened over the past half a year, he couldn’t harbor such thoughts anymore.

A person with such capabilities would be treasured anywhere they went.

Who would dare to offend her and not fear death?

It just happened to be Song Ting, this little rascal, who dared, and it’s only because he’s a child that it’s been just being tied up and nothing more.

Song Ting pouted, refusing to speak.

He wouldn’t admit it, what cousin-in-law, this bad woman doesn’t deserve it!

Song Feng had no solution for this stubborn grandson of his.

He had already beaten the boy, but this little rascal was tough; even after a beating, he wouldn’t behave.

Forget it, he had already made his stance clear; the girl was clever enough to discipline this little rascal.

Song Feng washed his hands of the situation and walked away, out of sight, out of mind.

Song Ting watched his would-be savior abandon him with wide eyes, dumbfounded.

After a long moment, when he couldn’t even catch a glimpse of Song Feng’s shadow, he could only turn his gaze to his cousin, hoping he would rescue him from the clutches of this bad woman.

But Qi Yu just smiled and said softly to him, "You see, he’s not here, and your cousin will only listen to me."

Song Ting snorted disdainfully.

Keep boasting, who did he think his cousin was—a man known as the King of Hell in the capital city, how could he possibly listen to a woman!

Song Ting was confident about this; he thought Qi Yu was just talking big.

But the next second, he heard his cousin, on whom he had pinned all his hopes, nod and say in a lazy tone, "The Princess is right."

Song Ting watched, dumbstruck, as his allies switched sides one by one; could this bad woman truly possess some sort of magic?

If his grandfather’s fiery temper couldn’t handle her, it was one thing, but even his domineering cousin had fallen.

Qi Yu looked at his incredulous expression, took a sip of her tea, and said casually, "I told you so."

She only said half of what she meant; the other half was that those who offended her never had a good ending.

However, fearing that she might scare the child, she decided to let it be.

Qi Yu commended herself for her consideration, nodded slightly, and addressed the mud-covered brat, "Do you realize your mistake now?"

Considering he was just a child, she wasn’t unwilling to give him a chance.

But Song Ting, weighing ninety jin, with eighty jin of stubbornness, rolled his eyes and refused to back down.

"I will never apologize to you, you bad woman!"

Li Mingjue’s face showed a slight change, and he seemed on the verge of exploding, but Qi Yu quickly stopped him, giving him a look.

He had to swallow the words he was about to say and glanced coldly at Song Ting.

How had he never noticed before, how infuriating this bratty kid could be?