Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince
Chapter 231: Don’t Scare My Guests Away

Chapter 231: Chapter 231: Don’t Scare My Guests Away

Qi Yu entered the hall and, sure enough, it was Song Ting who was crying.

He must have been crying since he was captured, his eyes already swollen like walnuts.

Qi Yu found it both funny and heart-wrenching, calling out, "Ting’er."

Song Ting’s cries abruptly stopped as he turned around in a daze, struggling to believe the figure before him.

He rubbed his eyes again, fearing he was hallucinating.

But after a while, the figure was still there.

It was real!

Song Ting’s lips quivered, and he quietly shed a few more tears before quickly running to her, hugging her waist, and burying his face in her, grumbling pathetically, "Cousin-in-law, he bullied me!"

Qi Yu patted his head, smoothing the little one’s fur.

She raised her eyes to the person sitting directly in front of her and asked faintly, "What did you capture us here for?"

After last night, she had nearly figured out this person’s character.

Her tone was flat, her face showing no sign of fear.

Indeed, the individual who just moments ago still had a smile in his eyes was now covered with frost.

He snorted coldly, "Naturally, I captured you to torture you thoroughly before killing you."

Having said that, he stared intently at Qi Yu’s face, wanting to see if she would reveal any different emotion.

But Qi Yu, having heard this, simply uttered an indifferent "Oh."

Then, she lowered her head and continued to stroke Song Ting’s head.

She showed no reaction to his statement.

Even Song Ting, who had been crying for a day and a night, dared to lift his head and glare at him, now that someone was supporting him.

"Courting death!" The young man in white snorted coldly and clapped his hands, and soon after, more than a dozen people walked into the hall from outside.

All were women with delicate features and petite figures.

Song Ting stared at them blankly, not knowing what the big bad guy was up to, and hid tightly behind Qi Yu.

The young man in white smiled gently and softly instructed, "Put them in the woodshed."

"Yes."

Quickly, the women approached them, all with faint smiles on their faces that sent chills down one’s spine.

Qi Yu wasn’t afraid of them.

She just felt as if this group had been bewitched by some Poisonous Insect, just like their master.

Equally perverse.

"Don’t touch me, I can walk," Qi Yu said indifferently, while holding her hands together to keep people from touching her.

Catching a glimpse from the corner of her eye, she noticed the smile on the face of the young man in white had stiffened for an instant.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, humming a tune, and walked away with Song Ting.

"Please proceed, Princess," they said heartily, their faces full of seeming goodwill as though leading them to a splendid place, even though they were entering a woodshed.

Qi Yu took Song Ting inside, and the door was closed behind them.

The woodshed was stuffy, and there was not a glimmer of light.

Song Ting was a little scared but recalled that as a male, he should protect his cousin-in-law.

Puffing up his cheeks, he feigned calmness and patted Qi Yu’s hand, "Cousin-in-law, don’t be afraid, cousin will come to rescue us."

Suppressing a laugh, Qi Yu pinched his little face.

Song Ting muttered discontentedly, and when Qi Yu leaned in to listen, he said, "I’m not afraid of Ghosts!"

Although there was no threat to their lives, the environment in the woodshed was far from pleasant.

It was dark, and it smelled terrible.

Qi Yu remembered she had an ace up her sleeve, looked down at the little one who was terrified and curled into a ball, and placed her hand before his eyes.

Song Ting, puzzled, blinked his long eyelashes.

"Cousin-in-law, what’s wrong?"

With a smile, Qi Yu teasingly said, "Ting’er, do you believe that I am an immortal from the heavens?"

Song Ting pouted, "I’m not one of those clueless kids, Grandpa said there are no gods in this world."

Qi Yu slightly raised an eyebrow, surprised that old General Song was an atheist.

That was quite unusual in ancient times.

Her eyes twinkled as she continued to coax, "What if I could prove it to you?"

Song Ting’s little head jammed for a moment, "How can you prove it?"

Qi Yu laughed softly and brought him into her space.

She took her hand away and told him, "Look."

Suddenly, the scenery changed, and Song Ting’s eyes widened in amazement, "Where is this?"

Qi Yu continued to trick the child, "It’s my celestial cave abode in heaven."

Song Ting felt dizzy as the scene before him far exceeded his understanding.

Curious, he reached out to touch the herbs that Qi Yu had casually placed there, lifting them to his nose for a sniff.

They were real!

Overjoyed, Song Ting held up the herbs and said to Qi Yu, "Cousin-in-law, you really are a deity!"

Qi Yu patted his little head, looking at him with affection.

Quite the little fool.

Yet, fortunately, the ancients believed in such myths and superstitions; otherwise, she wouldn’t have known how to explain.

Song Ting, now a true believer, frolicked about the space, after a while, he had counted all the herbs there.

Qi Yu lay on a rocking chair, picking up the storybook she had thrown in from the capital, leisurely reading.

Having played for a while, Song Ting grew tired and approached again, "Cousin-in-law, what are you reading?"

Caught up in her reading, Qi Yu answered nonchalantly, "Nothing much, just some books on herbs."

Song Ting took her word for it, his admiration growing even more.

The two lay in the space quite at ease.

In the hall, Liu Wensheng drank wine, a drunken look in his eyes as he watched the supple-limbed girl dancing in light gauze.

After a while, he found the music bothersome and waved the performers away with a headache.

The girls held their breath, retreating lightly.

Before leaving, they couldn’t help but look back at the bewitched young man in white, his face flushed with a hint of rouge.

Liu Wensheng closed his eyes, lean back against the chair.

The girl in pink approached softly, asking, "Master, would you like to rest in your room for a while?"

Liu Wensheng slowly opened his eyes, the drunkenness gone, and asked with clear intent, "How are those two now?"

The girl in pink reported truthfully, "They have been quiet since they went into the firewood room."

"Hmm?" Liu Wensheng clearly was not satisfied with this answer.

Those who entered Evil Valley were usually shivering with fear, begging for life yet unable to beg for death.

It was his first time encountering ones unafraid of death.

The girl in pink knew his disposition well and, seeing his displeased expression, suggested after a thought, "Perhaps the master has been too lenient with them. If we put them in the dungeon, within an hour, they’ll definitely kneel and beg for mercy."

As she spoke, a cold light slowly emerged in her clear eyes, filled with thick killing intent.

She was completely different from the image she presented in front of Qi Yu.

Liu Wensheng sneered at her words, "The dungeon? You seem to have forgotten the identities of those two."

The girl in pink remained unconvinced.

What mattered if she was a Princess? As long as the master wished, he could have the entire world.

But she dared not voice this thought.

Moreover, the girl in pink furrowed her brow slightly.

She always felt that the master’s attitude toward the Princess was different from others.

As she pondered, she heard Liu Wensheng order languidly, "Go check the firewood room, and don’t frighten my guests."