Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince
Chapter 250: Must Kill That Bitch

Chapter 250: Chapter 250: Must Kill That Bitch

"Miss, shall we leave?" whispered a maid dressed in a goose-yellow dress, from a corner to a young lady in a pink long dress.

The young lady in the pink dress was none other than Song Yuting, who had visited the royal palace a few days ago to see Madam De. During her visit, she learned from Madam De about Prince Qi’s return to the capital city.

Since then, she had harbored the idea of engineering a "clever" coincidental meeting.

Song Yuting knew well that, in terms of appearance, she couldn’t compare with the other ladies from prominent families in the capital city.

However, in terms of family background, she was still in the running.

After all, she was the only daughter of the General Residence yet to be married.

Recently, due to the news of General Zhenyuan’s return to the capital, Li Tianze had taken an increased interest in the General Residence, not only sending people to refurbish the residence but also sending many gold and silver jewels.

As a result, Song Yuting’s dowry had doubled, leading to much envy from others, and stirring ambitions among those who sought to forge connections with the General Residence.

Throughout the month, suitors visited the General Residence daily, but Song Yuting found none to her liking.

She only wanted to marry into Prince Qiu Residence and become the Princess.

To achieve this, she had repeatedly visited the royal palace to whisper in Madam De’s ear, although she never explicitly revealed her intentions. She relentlessly spread rumors about the legitimate Princess in Jiangnan,

saying sometimes that the Princess was unfaithful, and at other times that she was not worthy of Prince Qiu.

Naturally, Madam De was not foolish enough to believe her words, but held back from rebuking the young lady due to manners.

Song Yuting grew only more unyielding, and her words increasingly unconstrained. Madam De had no choice but to sternly stop her, saying, "Niece, I know you hold different feelings for Mingjue, but marriage is not child’s play. Furthermore, I can see clearly the character of the Princess of Qi. If you speak such words again, you should not come to see me!"

This rebuke left Song Yuting both ashamed and angry. She meekly nodded and said, "Aunt, I understand."

But in her heart, she thought, if it weren’t for that wretch’s luck, how could she have become Princess of Qi?

Both born of concubines, Qi Yu had become Princess, while she was left waiting to marry as a concubine to some young master in the capital, a prospect Song Yuting was wholly reluctant to accept.

Seeing no favor coming from Madam De, she decided to act proactively.

After discussing with her mother for a few days, she planned to wait at the inevitable route taken by Prince Qiu on his return to the capital.

There, she would arrange for a few people to act out a scene of a hero saving a damsel in distress, so she could naturally come into close contact with Prince Qiu.

After arranging everything, Song Yuting was in the city early in the morning today, waiting.

While she had finally seen him, she could not find the right opportunity and had to hide away, waiting for the chance to act.

Watching the fun and laughter of the passerby while she could only lurk in a corner, Song Yuting felt increasingly aggrieved.

In irritation, she fiercely told her maid, "Axi, once I marry into the Prince Residence, I must kill that wretch!"

Axi trembled with fear at her words and anxiously looked around.

Fortunately, they were well-hidden, and since Prince Qiu and his wife had passed by early, if someone had overheard such treasonous words, both she and her maid would have been doomed right there.

She tugged at Song Yuting’s sleeve and pleaded, "Miss, let’s go back. The old general is here too, and if he sees you, he might punish you again!"

At the mention of Song Feng, Song Yuting’s already somber expression grew colder as she cursed, "That old wretch!"

Song Feng, who despised his illegitimate granddaughter, treated her with disdain daily, always criticizing her and her mother for being short-sighted and unfit for public appearance.

Song Yuting was always left sobbing by his rebukes, yet she dared not retort.

After all, Song Feng was the backbone of the General Residence. She even had to be cautious around the head Madam of the residence, treading carefully around the servants, fearing to be caught in a mistake and then punished by Song Feng to kneel in the ancestral hall.

Even Song Ting, that younger brat, dared to show contempt for her.

Frankly, wasn’t it just because Song Ting was the legitimate eldest grandson, and she was merely a daughter born of a concubine?

Until a few years ago, when Song Feng took Song Ting to fight abroad and defend the border, her situation in the General Residence had gradually improved.

Madam Li from the main branch had only one daughter, who was five years older than Song Yuting, and was married off last year.

Madam Li was not fond of fighting either; she, like the virtuous Empress, was of a benevolent and generous nature.

The second Madam, who was Song Ting’s birth mother, had died early from an illness, and Song Yuting had always privately called her a short-lived ghost.

Sometimes, provoked by Song Ting, she would blurt out and curse him for causing his mother’s death.

When Song Ting reported her to Song Feng, she was punished to kneel for one day and one night in the ancestral hall.

Every male in the residence had been following Song Feng into battle from a young age; those who had died, died, and now only Song Feng and Song Ting, the old and the young, remained.

All people knew only that General Zhenyuan had a formidable reputation abroad and had established tremendous military achievements for Dazhao.

Yet no one knew how much pain and regret lay within that steel-hardened heart of Song Feng.

Both his sons had died young, leaving behind only his one grandson.

If anything were to happen to Song Ting again, he would have no face to meet the ancestors of the Song Family.

Over the years, he had always kept Song Ting by his side and meticulously instructed him.

One, to temper his mind, exposing him to the cruelty of the battlefield so that he might one day inherit the great enterprise of the General Residence.

Two, he feared that staying in the capital city would spoil him by the company of those young masters who knew only how to indulge in pleasure.

Song Ting indeed did not disappoint Song Feng. Although still young, he often displayed a child’s temperament.

But once on the battlefield, he was neither servile nor overbearing, and valiantly slew his enemies.

Compared to those young masters who had grown up pampered and spoiled, Song Ting had at this age already achieved far more than his peers.

At this moment, the young general Song Ting, who had unwittingly established a great military reputation, was competing with his cousin for the last chicken leg on the plate.

The two of them struggled with their chopsticks for a long time, neither willing to relent.

Song Ting’s face turned red with frustration, and finally, it was knocked down by Song Feng with one chopstick move, and the chicken leg fell into Qi Yu’s bowl.

"Ah, my chicken leg!" Song Ting watched as his cousin popped the chicken leg into her mouth and cried out in sorrow.

Qi Yu showed no guilt for bullying a child, as she ate the chicken leg cleanly in front of Song Ting.

After finishing, she even remarked, "That was delicious!"

Li Mingjue laughed helplessly, though the affection in his eyes did not fade away.

He picked up a napkin beside him and passed it to the Princess, who had oil all around her mouth from eating the chicken leg.

Song Ting pouted, his big eyes looking mournfully at Song Feng, and complained, "Grandfather is biased!"

Before Song Feng could respond, Qi Yu extended her delicate fingers and accusingly pointed at the little boy, "And you still have the cheek to speak, who just ate a skewer of candied haws, a sugar figurine, and a roasted pig’s trotter?"

Song Ting had no comeback. He rubbed his swollen belly and muttered quietly, "But I clearly still could have eaten more."

After everyone was full and satisfied, they left the restaurant.

Just as they reached the entrance, they saw not far away, a group of burly men surrounding two frail women, looking very menacing.