Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince
Chapter 222: Do You Realize Your Mistake Now?

Chapter 222: Chapter 222: Do You Realize Your Mistake Now?

In the study room, Song Ting had copied until his eyes blurred, growing more and more impatient with the large characters on the paper.

His stomach growled with hunger, and he threw down his brush in a huff, "This young master won’t copy anymore!"

Shiqi had listened to his complaints at least a hundred times within these hours, and his expression remained unchanged upon hearing this sentence.

He stood there like a door god, resolutely guarding to prevent this tough little young master from running out.

Song Ting could be particularly troublesome when he made a fuss, enough to upset even the roof, but Shiqi was unmoved, pretending as if he heard nothing.

While causing a racket, Song Ting suddenly smelled an enticing aroma wafting from outside the study.

He immediately stopped, twitched his nose, and confirmed that the aroma was real; it was so tempting, it seemed like roast duck.

Song Ting drooled with desire and eagerly walked towards the door.

From afar, Shiqi saw his princess coming over with someone carrying a food box, a faint twitch at the corner of his mouth.

This move was really too cruel.

Approaching, Qi Yu made a gesture for him to leave first.

Staying there for hours, even an iron man would crumble.

Receiving the order, Shiqi automatically backed off, instantly disappearing into the night.

Song Ting rubbed his eyes, anyone unaware might think he was hallucinating from hunger.

But now, he couldn’t care less about Shiqi; he had his eyes on that wicked woman, who approached with a smile brimming on her face.

Song Ting thought resolutely about spitting at her, but as soon as he moved his lips, he unconsciously swallowed his saliva.

It smelled so good.

Moreover, he discovered that the aroma seemed to be wafting from behind that wicked woman.

Once inside the study, Qi Yu instructed the maid to put down the food box.

As soon as the food box was opened, Song Ting’s eyes nearly popped out.

Indeed, it was a succulent roast duck, a whole one at that!

Seeing him drool over it, Qi Yu smiled and asked, "Want to eat?"

Song Ting’s eyes nearly stuck to the duck; upon hearing this, he nodded dumbly.

Qi Yu slightly raised her hand, and the maid closed the food box again.

Watching the roast duck disappear like that, Song Ting became so anxious he hopped around, "Hey, my roast duck!"

Qi Yu ignored him and took a seat at the desk, picking up what he had copied all afternoon and looked it over briefly.

The large characters were as ugly as hers, distasteful to look at.

No, Qi Yu firmly refused to admit that her handwriting was ugly; she just wasn’t accustomed to writing with a brush, that’s all.

She set down the papers and said to Song Ting, "Your copying is passable, recite it for me, and then you’ll have something to eat."

Song Ting’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at her.

Wasn’t it just supposed to be copying?

Why did he have to recite it too?

Qi Yu watched him amusedly, "You didn’t think I’d let you off just by copying it ten times, did you?"

Song Ting grumbled at the self-assured wicked woman, "You never said anything about reciting it before, big liar!"

Qi Yu raised an eyebrow, "What’s that? Speak up a little, let me hear it too."

Song Ting instantly fell silent.

He now fully understood that in this residence, everything was decided by this wicked woman.

If she said he shouldn’t eat, then truly no one would serve him food.

Even his beloved grandfather and cousin wouldn’t spare him a glance.

Song Ting felt wronged, having never felt this aggrieved even when he was starving at the border and could only gnaw on tree bark.

He wiped away his tears and stubbornly refused to lower his head and concede defeat.

Qi Yu saw him crying and shook her head helplessly.

She sighed and asked, "Do you realize your mistake now?"

Song Ting, not daring to oppose her further, said with a sob, "I know I was wrong, I shouldn’t have stepped on your flowers and plants."

Qi Yu nodded with satisfaction and continued, "What else?"

Having opened up, Song Ting felt a significant relief of his guilt as he counted his faults on his fingers, "I shouldn’t have cursed at you, shouldn’t have talked back, and shouldn’t have made Grandfather and cousin angry."

The more he spoke, the sadder he became. Song Ting originally thought he wasn’t wrong, but after counting his mistakes, he felt like a person with heinous crimes.

Qi Yu found his words amusing as she watched him cry like a small cat with spotted fur, feeling a bit of pity, she quickly had a Maid hand him a handkerchief.

With ink stains on his face and hands, as he wiped, Song Ting’s face only got dirtier, turning into a complete little tabby cat.

Qi Yu could hardly keep a straight face and decided not to be too harsh on him anymore, allowing the Maid to take him away to wash his face.

After crying, Song Ting felt much better, but feeling that at his age, crying was a bit shameful.

He kept his head down and refused to speak.

Knowing he cared about his pride, Qi Yu didn’t push the matter, raised her hand to direct the Maid to set the food box in front of him, and spoke softly, "You must be starving, go ahead and eat."

Sniffling, Song Ting looked at the roast duck in front of him as his stomach grumbled.

He picked up the chopsticks and began to eat heartily.

He devoured the roast duck leaving it completely clean, and anyone unaware would have thought he hadn’t eaten for days.

After the meal, Song Ting patted his now bulging belly and sighed contentedly, "Cousin, you have no idea how long it’s been since I’ve had such delicious roast duck."

Kids don’t hold grudges, and having accepted food, he instantly changed from calling her the ’bad woman’ to ’cousin.’

As Qi Yu sipped her tea, she casually responded, "Is that so?"

Song Ting, full of grievances, found someone to listen and, like a barrage of cannonballs, spilled everything.

He spoke thoroughly of his time gnawing on tree bark at the border and getting beaten by the old man.

Qi Yu, troubled by his chatter and already having a bit of a headache, had to add a word or two occasionally.

Fortunately, after eating, Song Ting began to feel sleepy, and Qi Yu promptly called over Maids and servants to take him to another courtyard to rest.

Otherwise, by the time this little chatterbox finished, it would have been daylight.

Returning to her room, Li Mingjue saw her exhausted expression, "Have you dealt with that little brat?"

Qi Yu raised her hand in a weary gesture, indicating that she didn’t want to discuss the topic.

Lying in bed, she yawned and then remembered Song Ting’s pouting little mouth. She glanced at Li Mingjue, curious, "Whom did this little brat inherit it from? I don’t think his grandfather and uncles are that talkative."

Li Mingjue chuckled, "Grandfather and uncles indeed aren’t talkative, your aunt is also of a gentle disposition, but Ting has been a troublemaker since he was a child."

After thinking it over, Qi Yu added, "Your cousin also has a restless temperament, perhaps it’s a case of reversion to the opposite."

Song Yuting left quite a psychological shadow on her, and who knows what trouble the miss had caused after they left the capital city.

However, according to Song Ling’s letters, it didn’t seem to be too problematic.

After being ignored by everyone in the house, Song Yuting went back on her own.

The next day, Song Ting knocked on the door early in the morning as Qi Yu opened her eyes groggily, the person beside her already gone.

Outside, a Maid hurriedly came and said to Song Ting, "Young master, the Princess hasn’t woken up yet."

Song Ting pouted and complained in a low voice, "So lazy."

Qi Yu had just dressed when she heard this remark, momentarily speechless.

This little brat really needed a spanking every three days.

She opened the door and said to the lively and bouncing child, "What do you need from me?"