Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince
Chapter 283: You want me to test the Empress?

Chapter 283: Chapter 283: You want me to test the Empress?

Ever since that day’s commotion at the Marquis Residence, Qi Yu had been much more low-key these past few days.

She spent her days within the Prince Residence, enjoying flowers and sipping tea, leading a carefree and comfortable life.

Song Yuerou also moved to the Prince Residence and stayed in the room next to Song Ting’s.

"After going back that day, Song Yuting was scolded again, and those two nannies were even stricter with her." That afternoon, as Qi Yu lazily enjoyed her tea, Song Yuerou suddenly brought up the matter.

Qi Yu placed a piece of pastry into her mouth, and after finishing, she commented with lingering intent, "Serves her right."

Song Yuerou laughed aloud. Although the remark was heartless, it was quite fitting.

Song Yuting wished to muddy the waters, assisting that mother and daughter from the Liu Family to harm her cousin-in-law. Wasn’t this outcome deserved?

As they were casually chatting, Mo Qingshan had finished applying acupuncture to Liu Wensheng. He walked out of the room with his hands behind his back, his brows tightly furrowed.

Inside the room, Feng Yue was sitting beside the bed, looking down at Liu Wensheng’s pale face, wanting to wipe the sweat from his forehead but fearing it would cause him more pain.

Liu Wensheng was not as frail as he had imagined. Seeing the sorrow in Feng Yue’s eyes, he even joked, "I’m still alive."

Feng Yue glared at him, clearly displeased to hear those words.

Liu Wensheng weakly tugged at the corner of his mouth, then suddenly called out in a barely audible voice, "Senior brother."

It had been a long time since he had heard this address, and Feng Yue was stunned for a good while, still somewhat in disbelief.

"Did I hear wrong?"

Liu Wensheng closed his eyes briefly, hiding the trace of affection in his gaze, and continued in a feeble voice, "You heard right."

Feng Yue’s eyes suddenly reddened, his tone as light as it could be, "Yes, I heard right."

In the courtyard, Qi Yu glanced at Mo Qingshan’s expression and knew that Liu Wensheng’s condition was not optimistic.

Qi Yu lost interest in her tea and, frowning, whispered to Mo Qingshan, "Is his illness incurable?"

Mo Qingshan took a sip of alcohol, smacked his lips, then glared at her, "Aren’t you a doctor yourself!"

Qi Yu touched her nose, unable to refute this.

She was aware of Liu Wensheng’s condition better than anyone, yet she couldn’t help but harbor a glimmer of hope that Mo Qingshan might be able to conjure up some elixir to cure Liu Wensheng.

Mo Qingshan snorted lightly, "Where am I supposed to find so many elixirs?"

He had searched all over the Imperial Palace. Even Lou Qingming, the Divine Doctor, didn’t carry any Immortal Pill on him; where was he to produce one for her?

Qi Yu’s mood grew somber, and she let out a deep sigh, saying, "Then, there’s only one option left."

"What option?" Mo Qingshan looked at her warily, always feeling that this girl didn’t play by the rules.

Qi Yu slightly raised her eyebrows, "To undo the bell, the bell ringer must be used; whoever administered the poison, the antidote lies with them."

Mo Qingshan was silent for a moment before asking, "Are you thinking of going to the Empress to get the antidote?"

Qi Yu nodded without any hesitation, not feeling at all that it was an impossible task.

Mo Qingshan wasn’t intentionally discouraging her but pointed out the fact, "The Empress has a deep grudge against you; how could she hand over the medicine to you?"

Qi Yu smiled faintly, a cunning gleam flashing in her eyes.

Mo Qingshan suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

Indeed, the very next second, Qi Yu said to him with a smile, "This matter still relies heavily on you."

Mo Qingshan waved his hands frantically, "I am not going, the Imperial Palace is heavily guarded, how can I steal the antidote from the Empress?"

The moment Qi Yu heard this, she knew he had misunderstood and was just about to explain.

When she saw Feng Yue had walked out without knowing when, and he seriously said to her, "I will steal it."

Qi Yu couldn’t help but chuckle, not very kindly mocking him.

Mo Qingshan, however, sized up Feng Yue, noting his tall stature. Though slightly frail, the killing aura was still present, evidently someone who had seriously practiced martial arts.

Yet, he again touched his chin and said with ill intent, "Isn’t your Xuanji Sect righteous? Can you indeed commit such acts of theft?"

Feng Yue stiffened but still nodded affirmatively, "For Little Liuliu, I can do anything."

Mo Qingshan was at a loss for words.

Ever since he learned of Feng Yue and Liu Wensheng’s identities, he had more than once become curious about the Xuanji Sect, which had been famous in Jianghu and had been burnt down in a huge fire ten years ago.

But no matter how he asked, Feng Yue refused to reveal any inside information.

Mo Qingshan’s curiosity gradually subsided; after all, he could not just pry open Feng Yue’s mouth.

Seeing the banter between the two, Qi Yu held back her laughter for a while before finally saying nonchalantly, "When did I ever ask you to steal?"

Mo Qingshan and Feng Yue looked at her together, both utterly confused, not knowing what she was planning.

Qi Yu’s eyes twinkled as she spoke softly, "Leaving aside how you two men would infiltrate Jingyang Palace, the Empress is a cautious and meticulous person. The antidote is definitely hidden in an extremely secret place. If we actually went to look, who knows how long it would take to find it."

His words made sense, and Mo Qingshan nodded, then asked, "Then do you have any method?"

Qi Yu smiled faintly, still repeating her stance, "Doesn’t this still depend on you?"

Mo Qingshan frowned, clearly unaware of what role he could play in this matter.

Then he heard Qi Yu ask in a light tone, "What does the Empress value most right now?"

In his time at the Imperial Palace, Mo Qingshan hadn’t just snuck into the Imperial Kitchen to steal wine every day. Being naturally gossipy, he had also learned quite a bit from the eunuchs.

The moment Qi Yu spoke, he immediately replied, "What the Empress cares about most now is the baby in her belly."

After speaking, he then realized that this girl had been leading him into a trap all along.

Mo Qingshan laughed helplessly. This girl was truly cunning, and he wondered how his sullen disciple could stand her?

Qi Yu curled her lip, where was Li Mingjue sullen? That man was clearly secretive in his emotions.

However, such things could be discussed behind closed doors, but in public, she still had to maintain the good image of their Prince Residence.

Seeing that Mo Qingshan had caught on, she didn’t keep him guessing any longer and with a mocking curve to her lips, she coldly laughed, "It’s still uncertain whether there really is a baby in the Empress’ belly."

Mo Qingshan was startled by her words, feeling an eerie chill in broad daylight.

"Are you suspecting that the Empress isn’t pregnant?" Although speculating about matters of the palace was a capital offense, he couldn’t hide the gossip gleam in his eyes and asked in a low voice.

Qi Yu smiled faintly, her tone playful, "Whether the Empress is pregnant or not, we can find out with an investigation."

Mo Qingshan’s eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands together, unable to conceal his excitement, "Do you want me to test the Empress?"

Qi Yu nodded, looking at him methodically, "Yes, it’s just that I wonder if Master dares to do it."