Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince
Chapter 229 He remembered who the gentleman in white was

Chapter 229: Chapter 229 He remembered who the gentleman in white was

Qi Yu had never thought that this would be the answer.

She had always assumed it would be Li Tianze.

Seeing her shocked expression, Shi Fuyou let out a faint smile, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes; instead, it seemed desolate and ironic.

He cut a long story short, revealing a jaw-dropping history with an extremely calm tone.

Qi Yu tried several times to say something, but didn’t know what would be the right thing to say.

An hour later, she left the room, feeling as if a huge stone had been pressed onto her heart.

If everything Shi Fuyou said was true, then the matter was truly shocking and exceedingly complicated.

Shi Zhou saw her looking distracted and wanted to go up to ask her about it, but was stopped by Shen Xiheng.

"Don’t disturb her."

Shi Zhou frowned, "But..."

Shen Xiheng shook his head with a smile, "Don’t worry."

He looked around and then lowered his voice, softly saying, "Actually, your dad is already fine."

"Huh?" Shi Zhou looked up in confusion.

Wasn’t her dad still unconscious, with neither Qi Yu nor Mo Qingshan able to cure him?

Shen Xiheng pulled her to sit down on a stone bench and explained in a low voice, "You might not understand Princess Qi and Elder Mo that well. If there really was something wrong with your dad, they would have found a solution by now, instead of staying so detached and uninvolved."

Shi Zhou tried to comprehend every word in that sentence, feeling as if she understood, and yet not.

Perhaps, she was just too scared.

Shen Xiheng extended his hand to touch her head, gently comforting this girl who appeared calm on the surface but whose heart was in constant turmoil.

"It’s all right now."

As astute as he was, how could he not notice the abnormality in Qi Yu’s behavior?

But Qi Yu had not exposed Shi Fuyou’s feigned illness, which surely meant there were hidden reasons behind it.

Perhaps, Shi Fuyou was using this method to draw out the real culprit behind the scenes.

And all this, could not be revealed to someone who wore her heart on her sleeve.

Shi Zhou’s eyes were already red; these past few days she had been afraid Shi Fuyou would never wake up.

She had lost her mother at a young age.

She couldn’t bear the thought of losing Shi Fuyou, her only remaining kin.

She sniffled, holding back her tears.

Although Shen Xiheng hadn’t been very explicit, she had understood.

Her father was pretending to be unable to wake up from his unconsciousness.

The reason for this pretense was simple.

Once she realized this, she didn’t feel angry, mad that Shi Fuyou had kept this from her and let her worry for so long.

Her peach blossom eyes, misted with tears, became even more resolute.

She had to protect Tuyun Village.

Meanwhile, Qi Yu returned to her room and silently digested the information for a while.

Suddenly, she heard a series of light footsteps.

Her hand gripping the teacup tightened slightly, and she became alert.

After a long moment, the door blew open with the wind, yet no one was seen.

She maintained her sitting posture, completely still, eyes intently staring straight ahead.

After a long while, a white figure finally appeared before her.

Qi Yu set the cup down and said indifferently, "You’ve finally appeared."

The boy in white raised an eyebrow, his voice smooth yet chilling.

He said, "You’re not afraid of me."

Qi Yu cocked her head, slightly puzzled, "Why should I fear you?"

The gentleman in white chuckled softly and clapped his hands, "Interesting, Princess Qi indeed is interesting."

He moved closer slowly, and the door behind him closed shut as if on cue.

Qi Yu slightly raised an eyebrow; if she weren’t already a ghost herself, she might have actually thought she’d seen a ghost.

The gentleman in white fixed his gaze intently on her, as if eyeing his prey.

Yet Qi Yu seemed unaware, unbothered by his cold serpent-like stare, she remained calm and composed.

After a silent standoff, the gentle smile on the gentleman in white faded, and his eyes showed some annoyance, "You really aren’t afraid of me."

Qi Yu’s silver needle, hidden in her sleeve, had already quietly peeked out. She smiled faintly, repeating her earlier phrase, "Why should I fear you?"

The gentleman in white sneered, clearly thinking she was lying.

Then he thought of something and a malicious smile appeared on his face, asking softly, "Then tell me, do you think that little brat is afraid of me?"

At his words, Qi Yu’s expression indeed turned cold.

She looked coldly at this man who had appeared from nowhere, "Where have you taken him?"

Seeing her finally revealing a murderous intent, the gentleman in white chuckled in satisfaction, pleased with himself.

Qi Yu felt she had seen through his character.

The more composed she appeared, the angrier he would get.

On the contrary, if you start showing signs of fear or resentment, he would laugh happily.

He was simply a psychopath.

If it weren’t for Song Ting still being in his hands, she really wanted to end this madman with a needle.

She pushed down the rage in her heart and asked calmly, "Seeing as you came for me, you shouldn’t have involved an innocent party. Moreover, what skill is there in kidnapping a child?"

As expected, as she calmed down, the man opposite her began to get angry.

The gentleman in white sneered, "You think you can provoke me? You’re far too underestimate me."

Qi Yu twirled the silver needle with her fingers, musing to herself that he was not only a madman but also a narcissist.

Her lips curled into a smile, and she continued to provoke him, "Shouldn’t I look down on you? Instead of going after the adults in the mountain, you only dare to capture a child. I fail to see anything about you that deserves a second glance."

The gentleman in white’s face turned scarily cold, his jaw grinding, the handsome features of his face now slightly twisted.

He huffed, "Still so defiant on the brink of death."

Qi Yu shrugged, "If I were to die at the hands of someone like you, that would indeed be somewhat shameful."

"What did you say?" The gentleman in white looked at her incredulously, "Clarify what you mean by ’someone like you’."

Qi Yu chuckled inwardly, not much of a psychological strength for an assassin, is he?

She continued with an unaffected demeanor, further infuriating him with her casual tone, "Enough talk, just make your move."

The gentleman in white raised his hand, intent on killing her with a single blow.

But he was so enraged that he couldn’t bring himself to do it; during his years in Jianghu, everyone who saw him acted as if they’d seen a ghost.

This woman, however, dared to insult him with her words.

Watching him get so angry that his chest began to heave, Qi Yu subtly curled her lips.

She was almost achieving her goal.

The gentleman in white had intended to kill her with that palm strike, yet at the last moment, he pulled his punch, merely knocking her unconscious.

Afterwards, he vanished like a gust of wind into the village.

In the backyard, Mo Qingshan sullenly took a few swigs of alcohol.

He propped his legs up, lying on the roof, savoring the wine and drunkenly gazing at the full moon above.

A cool breeze blew by, and suddenly, a flash of inspiration crossed his mind.

Mo Qingshan smacked his head, sitting up with an excited look on his face.

He remembered who the gentleman in white was!