Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince
Chapter 221: No Food if You Don’t Finish Copying

Chapter 221: Chapter 221: No Food if You Don’t Finish Copying

Qi Yu looked at the stubborn person and slightly raised her eyebrows.

Just a naughty child, going hungry for a meal would make him sensible.

She turned to Shiqi, speaking in a gentle tone, "Lock the young master in the study and make him copy the Analects."

Song Ting’s eyes twinkled slightly as he chuckled softly.

He thought this wicked woman would have some tricks up her sleeve, but that was it?

It wasn’t even as bad as a few beatings from his grandfather.

Shiqi remained silent, didn’t move, and continued listening.

He had gained some awareness of his Princess’s cruelty.

He knew she was not a kind person.

As expected, Qi Yu continued in a slow voice, "Have him copy the Analects once, ten times over, and if he doesn’t finish, he doesn’t get to eat."

"What?" This time Song Ting was truly panicking.

She actually wanted him to copy the entire Analects, and to do it ten times!

Was this something a person would do?

It would be dark by the time he finished copying once.

And this wicked woman even forbade him from eating.

Song Ting was completely dumbfounded, then led blankly to the study by Shiqi.

Not until a brand-new copy of the Analects, a roll of paper, a brush, and an inkstone were placed in front of him did he wake up from the shock.

He looked at Shiqi with a troubled expression, "I don’t have to really finish it, do I?"

He had thought it was just for show, but he hadn’t expected this wicked woman to be serious.

Shiqi, holding his sword by his side, glanced at him, nodded, and succinctly said, "Copy."

Song Ting complained incessantly, got so angry that he threw down his brush and got up, intending to leave.

But before he could reach the door, a flash of the sword blocked his way.

"That... Let’s talk this out, please!" Song Ting pushed the blade away from his face, his tone trembling.

He hadn’t expected Shiqi to be so ruthless; if he had run a bit faster just now, he could have been sliced at the throat.

Song Ting was genuinely scared now, how could all these people be as if possessed, treating that wicked woman’s words as an Imperial Decree?

Seeing his little face turn pale, Shiqi sheathed his sword, looked towards the desk behind him, and gestured for him to sit back down.

Song Ting could only sit down dejectedly and obediently.

He rested his chin on his hands, staring at the blank paper in distress, not wanting to write a single word.

Back when he was in school, he used to be beaten daily on the palm with a ruler by his teacher for not completing assignments or not being able to recite the saintly books.

He hadn’t expected that he would still suffer thus even after leaving the capital city.

"Alas." Song Ting’s little face scrunched into a bitter melon look as he sighed repeatedly.

After he sighed over and over, a twitch appeared at Shiqi’s temple; he couldn’t help but remind, "It’s getting dark soon."

Song Ting hurriedly looked towards the door, indeed, the sky had darkened considerably since he had entered.

He scratched his head in anxiety, completely distraught.

But he still didn’t want to copy the text, so he could only look at Shiqi, cautiously asking, "That wicked woman... my cousin-in-law, she really won’t give me food, will she?"

That shouldn’t be possible, right?

Song Ting still found it hard to accept this reality, even now.

No meals if he didn’t finish copying? What kind of young master would live as miserably as he?

Shiqi nodded solemnly, showing no mercy as he dashed his last thread of hope, "Yes."

He knew too well what kind of person his Princess was.

Forget not giving him food; if Song Ting ever dared to step on her flowers and plants again, she would probably go straight for the acupuncture needles.

She spared him merely because he was a child.

Song Ting sighed and reluctantly began to copy texts with his brush, feeling deflated.

After copying just one article, he irritably threw down his brush, "When will I ever finish copying!"

Shiqi ignored his complaints and looked outside at the sky, noting that the sunset had already dyed the sky red. He reminded, "Young Master, there’s only one hour left until dinner time."

Upon hearing this, Song Ting grew even more anxious.

He had been hungry for several days, and if there was no food soon, he was going to starve.

He quickly picked up his brush and continued copying.

This time, he got smart and didn’t write neatly anymore; instead, he wrote hastily and carelessly. From afar, it just looked like blobs of black ink, hardly recognizable as characters.

Shiqi watched for a while, then silently diverted his gaze and continued looking up at the sky.

Indeed, the sunset was much more pleasing to look at.

Before long, the young master began moaning about how tired he was and that his hand was going to break.

He had plenty of strength when fighting, but now his hand was about to break from copying a few words—a true spectacle, Shiqi thought expressionlessly.

Seeing that Shiqi was ignoring him, Song Ting huffed and continued copying the books reluctantly.

At dinner time, Mo Qingshan, who had disappeared for a day, showed up again.

He arrived with a jug of wine, intending to freeload a meal, and ate until his face was oily.

Song Feng watched with twitching eyelids, beginning to regret why he had brought this troublesome old man along.

After eating, Mo Qingshan patted his belly, deeply satisfied, "It’s been a long time since I’ve eaten my fill."

Song Feng couldn’t be bothered to respond to him.

Mo Qingshan directly ignored his disdainful gaze, fished out a small bottle from his pocket, and tossed it to Li Mingjue, "Take this, remember, one pill a day."

Li Mingjue caught it, opened the bottle to peek, and saw some Medicine Pills. He thanked him, "Thank you, Master."

Qi Yu peered curiously over and sniffed lightly at the opening of the bottle, detecting several scents of extremely rare herbs.

Mo Qingshan stroked his beard, boasting proudly, "I haven’t been idle in the mountains either, especially in Tuyun Village. After several visits, I finally gathered all the herbs."

Qi Yu raised an eyebrow, "Master, you went to Tuyun Village? Isn’t that a bandit lair?"

Mo Qingshan glanced at her, "What’s a bandit lair to me? Isn’t my name, Daoist Qingshan, renowned? I walked several rounds in their village, and nobody even noticed me."

Qi Yu nodded in understanding and turned to Li Mingjue with a smile, "No wonder back then the village chief said there were a lot of herbs missing from the village. It turns out they were taken by Master."

"What do you mean taken?" Mo Qingshan jumped at the word, "They naturally grow there. If those bandits hadn’t occupied the mountain, would I need to exert so much effort?"

He glared at Qi Yu discontentedly, then remembering something, asked, "Don’t tell me you all have been to Tuyun Village too?"

Qi Yu nodded and recounted their previous trip to gather herbs.

After listening, Mo Qingshan said, "You were also lucky, Shi Fuyou that old fellow has lightened up on killing these past years, otherwise, you would have ended up minced."

Qi Yu expressed neither agreement nor objection, having heard a few things about the disputes between Tuyun Village and the court.

But her real concern was about Shi Zhou and Shen Xiheng.

A few days ago, a letter came from Tuyun Village, stating that the old village chief was sick, and Shi Zhou had already returned home. Concerned, Shen Xiheng followed him there.

No news had come so far, and she feared something might have happened.

Zhou Hong had already taken some people to go there. If there was an issue, they should send word back.

Qi Yu stopped thinking about Tuyun Village’s issues; right now, she had a troublesome boy to deal with.