Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince
Chapter 237 I’ve Seen Many Sick People Like You

Chapter 237: Chapter 237 I’ve Seen Many Sick People Like You

Qinrui remembered the scene just now and just couldn’t utter the word "no."

She furrowed her brows, could it be that the Princess had tampered with the medicine?

Otherwise, how did her master end up willingly drinking the medicine he hated the most?

As Qinrui was lost in wild thoughts, in the compartment, Liu Wensheng choked on the potent smell of the medicine that assaulted his senses.

Just now, this woman had actually forced a whole bowl of bitter herbal medicine down his throat.

And he didn’t even have the strength to refuse.

Thinking of this, Liu Wensheng’s eyes brimmed with a bloody red, filled with a murderous intent.

The next second, someone forcefully pushed him down again.

He continued to maintain that prostrate position, looking extremely aggrieved.

After finishing all this, Qi Yu continued sitting on the lounge chair, picking up a storybook beside her and flipping through it with interest.

Soon, Song Ting ran in with tiny steps, his legs thumping.

He had been wildly playing outside all afternoon and was completely drenched.

Qi Yu looked at the face that resembled a patchwork cat and was speechlessly choked for a while.

It’s quite good for children to be lively.

"Come here," she waved to Song Ting.

Song Ting hesitated for a moment, because he saw the big villain lying on the bed.

Following his gaze, Qi Yu smiled and said, "It’s okay, don’t be afraid, he can’t move anymore."

Song Ting, half-doubtful, cautiously walked up to Qi Yu and before he could speak, Qi Yu covered his face with a handkerchief.

What followed was a thorough rubbing.

Looking at the now dirty handkerchief, Qi Yu felt a headache coming on.

She called the maid outside and had the mischievous little rascal taken for a bath.

Once he was clean again, Song Ting came up to her with a big smile, "Cousin, I’m clean now!"

Qi Yu, engrossed in an intriguing part of her book, glanced at him and quickly redirected her gaze back to the storybook, casually responding, "Not bad."

Dissatisfied with her tone, Song Ting held his little face close to hers and asked, "Cousin, what are you reading?"

Qi Yu pushed his head away, "Nothing much, just some things that children shouldn’t see."

It’s all lovey-dovey stuff, not healthy.

Song Ting muttered, "I’m not a child."

Seeing that Qi Yu was too busy to play with him, he slowly shifted his gaze to the person on the bed.

Liu Wensheng had been forced to lie down all day and was in no mood to give anyone a good face.

But Song Ting, daring as he was, wasn’t afraid of him.

And his cousin had just said, this big villain now couldn’t move.

Song Ting’s round eyes rolled, and suddenly he stepped forward, poking Liu Wensheng’s head with his finger.

Though it was a poke, it wasn’t painful as he didn’t use much force.

Liu Wensheng only felt humiliated; his reputation in Jianghu was enough to make thousands of children cry.

He never imagined he would end up in such a plight one day.

He was literally fuming.

Seeing that Liu Wensheng indeed couldn’t strike back, only giving him a cold glare, Song Ting grew even bolder.

He reached out again, slapped Liu Wensheng’s head, and muttered, "I will beat you, you big villain!"

Qi Yu glanced over at their interaction, and seeing there was nothing too serious, let them be.

Song Ting indulged even more, applying all the tricks he usually used to tease people.

Liu Wensheng, unable to muster any strength in his arms, could only let the little rascal wreak havoc on his head.

After a while, Qi Yu finally finished the storybook and, refreshed, took a sip of tea before lazily saying to Song Ting, "Alright, stop beating him."

Song Ting could only stop, returning to her side to ask, "Cousin, why can’t the big villain move?"

Although this situation facilitated his revenge, seeing the big villain lying motionless also stirred some pity.

Qi Yu smiled, stroked his head, and whispered softly, "Because he’s sick."

Liu Wensheng’s expression paused slightly.

She had thought that he would say it was his own doing and he deserved to die.

Song Ting nodded in understanding. He rarely fell ill, but he still remembered how it felt.

Being sick not only made his whole body feel weak but also meant taking bitter medicine.

Remembering his own past illnesses, his gaze at Liu Wensheng carried a hint of sympathy.

Even though he was a big villain, it was still pitiful to be sick.

Liu Wensheng was momentarily speechless, turning his head away to avoid looking at the irritating youngster.

He didn’t need sympathy.

Qi Yu patted Song Ting’s head. "Alright, you should go back to your room to rest now."

Song Ting reluctantly let out a "oh," and before leaving, he asked somewhat gloomily, "Cousin, can we go back? I really miss my cousin and grandfather."

Qi Yu smiled, soothingly said, "Of course, we can."

Song Ting looked up at her earnestly.

Qi Yu just smiled gently and told him, "Go to sleep."

After Song Ting left, Liu Wensheng, who had been lying on the bed in silence, suddenly spoke, "You don’t want to kill me?"

Qi Yu turned her head, looked at him and countered, "Why would I want to kill you?"

Liu Wensheng had figured out her pattern; no matter the issue, countering with a question was the right move.

He had nothing to say.

The room fell silent for quite a while.

Liu Wensheng had just closed his eyes when he suddenly felt someone removing the herbal poultice from his back.

His eyelids twitched.

No one had ever dared touch him like that.

Could it be that she wasn’t afraid of the ugly scars on his body?

Qi Yu, as if reading his thoughts, smiled lightly, "I’ve seen many sick like you before."

Liu Wensheng did not respond.

She knew he wasn’t asleep.

After removing the herbal poultice, she sprinkled a thin layer of golden sore medicine powder, given by Mo Qingshan, on his back.

This was made from hundreds of precious herbs and was surprisingly effective.

After applying the medicine, she left lightly.

After she left, Liu Wensheng stared in the direction of the doorway, lost in thought.

Since her room had been occupied by Liu Wensheng, Qi Yu had to ask Qinrui to find another vacant room.

Though Qinrui’s attitude was still lukewarm, the coldness in her eyes had lessened much from the previous days.

Qi Yu took a bath, ready to comfortably sleep.

Suddenly, the window blew open with a gust of wind, and the candle in the room was extinguished by the sudden breeze.

Her expression became alert, and she cautiously scanned ahead.

The silver needle in her sleeve was already subtly revealed, and she tiptoed forward slowly.

Somehow, she had a premonition that this person was definitely hiding in the room.

Feeling a faint sound of footsteps above her head, Qi Yu frowned, planning to go out and explore.

Since this person could break into this secluded valley, his martial arts must be exceptional.

Worried about Song Ting’s safety, she held her breath and rushed to the door.

Just as her hand touched the latch, a deep voice suddenly sounded behind her ear.

The man’s slow tone rose, clearly asking, "Where do you think you’re going?"