Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince
Chapter 271: Did the Empress Poison You?

Chapter 271: Chapter 271: Did the Empress Poison You?

After he had finished his meal, Feng Yue tidied up his bowl and chopsticks and took them downstairs.

The waiter, seeing him, smoothly took the food box from his hands and said with a forced smile, "Young Master, there’s no need for you to do this yourself; just let us handle these small tasks."

Feng Yue casually refused, "No need."

Having said that, he turned and went upstairs.

The waiter was left standing there, food box in hand, with a bewildered expression, muttering quietly, "What a strange temperament!"

When Feng Yue pushed the door open, Liu Wensheng had just finished reading the Empress’s secret letter.

His face cold as frost, he crushed the piece of paper, a sneer in his heart about the Empress’s great ambitions.

Seeing his troubled expression, Feng Yue frowned and stepped forward, "Little Liuliu, what’s wrong?"

Liu Wensheng replied coldly, "Nothing."

Feng Yue wanted to say something else, but Liu Wensheng gave him another glance, his tone slightly cool, "Mr. Feng, your room is next door."

These days, this guy had been as clingy as a plaster, practically wanting to share the bed with him.

Liu Wensheng’s irritation hadn’t subsided, and his face showed no warmth towards Feng Yue.

Feng Yue’s expression grew darker, and after a long while, he said a bit dejectedly, "Then I’ll go back first, you should rest early."

The man left as he hoped, but Liu Wensheng was not any happier.

When Feng Yue was not around, he went through great pains to find people.

But now that the person was right in front of him, he wanted to send him away, far away.

Liu Wensheng knew his behavior was contradictory, but as long as he confirmed the person was still alive, nothing else mattered.

His life was just like that, and even if he stumbled upon Qi Yu by chance, he still wouldn’t live long.

The poison had already invaded his internal organs; he had been lingering on for more than a decade, and now, even gods could not save him.

He didn’t know how to tell Feng Yue about this matter.

He had already explained things on the Evil Valley side.

Although Qinrui always refused to believe this reality, she knew what to do if anything happened to him.

When facing others, he could discuss his final affairs with the calmest demeanor.

But facing Feng Yue, he couldn’t utter a word.

Besides, even if he spoke, what difference would it make?

Liu Wensheng closed his eyes weakly and sat silently until he blew out the candle at some unknown time.

The next morning, Qi Yu took Song Ting and the two youngsters to Yongchun Hall.

Song Ting, excited about Song Yuerou’s visit, hadn’t slept much all night. Now at the Medical Hall, with the bitter scent of herbal medicine, he began to feel sleepy.

Qi Yu had no choice but to let him rest in the backyard.

He had originally wanted him to help with some work, since he had boundless energy anyway.

Alas, that plan fell through.

Qi Mu and Qi Xuan puffed their little faces and earnestly followed behind Song Ling, learning the pronunciation and uses of medicinal materials.

Seeing them study so diligently, Qi Yu smiled contentedly.

A few days earlier, with many people lining up outside, she had asked Song Ling if they should hire someone else to help, fearing they would be too tired.

Song Ling had refused, stating that hiring more people would increase the costs significantly.

Qi Yu was left speechless by his comment.

Hiring someone would cost just a few pieces of silver; surely she could afford that much, right?

But the manager also said they could manage, so she did not bring it up again and focused entirely on how to turn a profit.

Otherwise, her employees would be constantly worried about her going bankrupt.

After opening, she went upstairs.

Now, there were seldom occasions that required her intervention, so Qi Yu spent her days sipping tea upstairs, contemplating on ways to make a fortune. Life was breezy, just not as carefree as it was in Gusu.

Moreover, Shi Zhou had been taken somewhere by Shen Xiheng and was nowhere to be seen every day.

Qi Yu did not disturb them, as it was the time to cultivate relationships. Why would she want to meddle and be disliked?

However, she always had in mind what Shi Fuyou had mentioned.

It was now certain that Shi Zhou’s identity was connected with the Royal Family. Moreover, that day in the palace, the nanny and the virtue princess had looked at her face as if they had seen a ghost.

Although there was no malice, this also indirectly proved that Shi Zhou’s face was recognizable.

It was also related to someone whose name couldn’t be mentioned.

Someday, the news would reach Li Tianze’s ears, and then there would be turmoil once again.

Thinking of this, Qi Yu couldn’t help but shake her head and sigh.

Before she could swallow a sip of tea, a familiar voice suddenly rang in her ear, "Prince Qiu’s Princess seems really at ease."

Qi Yu looked out the window, not knowing when someone had sneakily entered.

Because of the backlight, she didn’t recognize the person immediately, but the silver needle hidden in her sleeve was already poised and ready.

As the person approached a few steps, Qi Yu finally relaxed and complained, "It’s broad daylight; don’t you use the front door, scaring me instead?"

Liu Wensheng smiled slightly and took a seat opposite her.

Qi Yu poured him a cup of tea and asked, "What brings you to the capital city?"

This place is full of the Empress’s spies; coming here is no different than delivering oneself to death.

Listening to her implied meaning, Liu Wensheng drank a sip of tea before saying, "Naturally, the Empress sent me."

Qi Yu frowned, "Why would the Empress send you?"

Liu Wensheng smiled faintly, his eyes dimming slightly as he looked down. His tone was light as he said, "Who knows?"

Qi Yu stood up to close the window, lowering her voice, "It’s not appropriate to talk here; you should come with me to the Prince Residence."

Liu Wensheng wouldn’t have come to find her without a reason.

Linking that to his previous statement, a chill sank into her heart, her eyebrows tightly knit as she thought, what exactly does the Empress intend to do?

Liu Wensheng knew the capital city was filled with complex powers and numerous spies.

He didn’t object but disguised himself a bit, following Qi Yu through the back door into the Prince Qiu Residence.

The backyard was quieter, with hardly anyone coming around.

Qi Yu led him to Song Ling’s tea room and firmly shut the door.

Seeing this, Liu Wensheng raised an eyebrow slightly, "Are there also spies in Prince Qiu Residence?"

Qi Yu snorted lightly, displeased, "Quite a few indeed!"

However, the spies in the residence had all been secretly removed by Li Mingjue, and now only the ones Li Tianze occasionally sent remained.

After sitting down, Qi Yu didn’t rush to ask why he came to the capital city but first inquired about the injuries on his body.

Liu Wensheng paused slightly, saying softly, "It’s nothing serious."

Qi Yu wouldn’t believe his bluff.

This man had many injuries, including a nearly burnt back and at least five types of poison in his body. It was a miracle he was still alive.

She didn’t bother with pleasantries and directly took Liu Wensheng’s hand to check his pulse.

Liu Wensheng wanted to refuse, but it was too late; he could only wait indifferently for her to declare his time of death.

After the pulse examination, Qi Yu’s expression did indeed grow graver.

Clearly, Liu Wensheng’s condition hadn’t been this bad before he left last time.

Releasing his wrist, she already harbored a suspicion.

Qi Yu pursed her lips, staring at him without error, and asked, "Did the Empress poison you?"