Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince
Chapter 293: Only the Princess Knows What the Prince Likes

Chapter 293: Chapter 293: Only the Princess Knows What the Prince Likes

Yuan Huan was so pressured by her question that he broke out in a cold sweat.

Even though he always considered himself carefree, indulging freely in his stories, he knew there were certain things he couldn’t recklessly discuss.

Especially when it involved people he couldn’t afford to offend.

Yuan Huan swallowed his saliva, his tone tense, "The Princess holds a noble status, I dare not make careless comments."

Seeing that he had become so frightened that even his sitting posture stiffened, Qi Yu didn’t press him further but chuckled lightly and said slowly, "It’s just idle talk, Mr. Yuan, don’t take it to heart."

Yuan Huan obediently nodded and responded.

He now finally understood what it felt like to ’accompany a monarch is like accompanying a tiger’; the feeling of not daring to misspeak in fear of offending someone was truly unpleasant.

As he was lost in his wild thoughts, Qi Yu poured him another cup of tea. Yuan Huan almost leaped up in fear, wanting to take the teapot from her hands, yet afraid of being presumptuous to the Princess. His hands awkwardly hung in mid-air, yet he dared not move.

Qi Yu almost couldn’t hold back a laugh.

This Mr. Yuan was indeed very amusing.

After teasing him, she picked up a few plots from the stories she had read earlier and spoke about them, lavishly praising Yuan Huan in her discourse.

Initially, Yuan Huan was still terrified, afraid he had fallen into some trap.

But seeing Qi Yu making sense in her speech and also lavishing praise on him, he quickly let down his guard and began discussing with her.

Although Yuan Huan wrote mainly of scholars and beauties, his stories were quite refreshing compared to the cliché plots widely circulated in the marketplace.

He never wrote about heartless men and infatuated women, instead writing about women who were brave and strategic.

This was the reason why Qi Yu was so fond of his stories—it resonated well with her modern views.

The two of them had a spirited conversation, and thereafter Qi Yu revealed the purpose of her visit.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Huan began to ponder and asked, "Does the Prince have any beloved possessions?"

Qi Yu thought for a moment.

It was strange, considering they had lived together for so long, yet when really asked what Li Mingjue liked, she couldn’t immediately answer.

After much thought, Qi Yu could only blame Li Mingjue for it.

Who could help it if the Prince was aloof, seeming indifferent to everything?

Moreover, he wasn’t like other men who cherished beauties and wines.

In the end, she could only give a rather dry answer, "The Prince, he prefers sweet pastries."

Yuan Huan widened his eyes in surprise.

Who would have thought that Prince Qiu, who seemed so unapproachable, would like those soft and delicious pastries?

It seemed entirely mismatched with his image.

Qi Yu disclosed the hidden side of her husband without reservation, still pondering over what Li Mingjue really liked.

Yuan Huan was truly adept, deducing from her brief comments the nature of Li Mingjue.

He thought for a moment, then said, "I speculate that someone like the Prince wouldn’t value food or mundane objects such as gold and silver jewelry much."

Qi Yu wished she could high-five him, that was spot-on!

Yuan Huan smiled slightly and continued, "Born into privilege, the Prince has never lacked these things and naturally wouldn’t see them as valuable possessions. If the Princess wants to prepare a gift, it should be something that the Prince truly cherishes."

Qi Yu agreed with his suggestion.

But as a straightforward modern woman, she truly had a hard time guessing what Li Mingjue might cherish.

She couldn’t possibly just ask him directly, could she?

That might turn the surprise into a scare instead.

Seeing her troubled expression, Yuan Huan laughed.

He thought, with the Prince being such a taciturn type and paired with a no-nonsense Princess, life at the Prince Residence must be rather flavorful.

However, in matters of emotion, observers often see clearly, whereas the parties involved find their vision clouded.

Although Yuan Huan already knew the answer, he was not in a hurry to speak out loud.

Instead, he guided Qi Yu to explore on her own.

When he left, he smiled at Qi Yu and said, "What the Prince likes, only the Princess knows."

Qi Yu pondered alone in the teahouse for a long while before she understood his words.

Upon returning to the Prince Residence, Qi Yu first sent a letter to De Consort in the palace.

These days, the harem was in chaos, with the Empress and Lingya, both pregnant, openly and covertly battling each other.

She decided not to stir these troubled waters.

Moreover, every time she entered the palace, the Empress would surely come looking for trouble.

Right now, the atmosphere in the Imperial Palace was also very tense; even De Consort had secretly advised her not to enter the palace for the time being.

The last time Mo Qingshan failed in his investigation had set off alarm bells in the Empress’s mind.

With her cautious nature, she would surely undertake a massive purge in the Imperial Hospital until all those who could threaten her were removed; only then would she be satisfied.

But the more she couldn’t settle down, the easier it was for her to reveal her flaws.

Qi Yu was no longer in a hurry to probe the situation in her womb.

Upon finding that Liu Wensheng was missing, the Empress would definitely send people to secretly search for him.

But she would never guess that he was right in Prince Qiu Residence.

Without news, the Empress’s heart would never be at ease.

Because she knew Liu Wensheng held too many of her secrets in his hands.

In the afternoon, the maid who went to deliver the letter returned with another letter in her hand.

She tremblingly handed the letter to Qi Yu, her voice somewhat shaking as she said, "Princess, this is... from Noble Consort Wan for you."

Qi Yu took the letter and allowed the maid to go rest.

With every step watched in the palace, it was no wonder the young maid was so frightened.

Qi Yu unfolded the letter, glanced through it quickly, scoffed lightly, and then burned the letter.

Lingya was no longer able to withstand the Empress’s schemes, which is why she risked having the maid send the letter.

Qi Yu was not surprised by her actions; in the capital city, she was the only one who could help her.

But what surprised her was that Lingya had written in the letter that she wanted to keep the child in her womb.

Qi Yu furrowed her brows, feeling somewhat troubled.

Lingya was not the kind of person without a clear sense of the situation; she should know that Li Tianze would never allow her to give birth to this child.

The last time they met, Lingya’s attitude had been very firm.

But unexpectedly, just a month later, she had changed her tune.

Perhaps this is what they mean by maternal fierceness.

Qi Yu silently shook her head; speculating now was meaningless.

She would wait for a chance to enter the palace and ask her then.

The June sunlight was already scorching enough to melt a person, and Qi Yu stood in the corridor for a while before returning to her room.

Li Bo had long ago had ice placed in the room, and upon entering, she immediately felt much cooler.

She sat on the lounge chair with a maid fanning her at her side, holding the pamphlets Yuan Huan had quietly slipped to her that morning in her hands.

At the time, Yuan Huan had specifically instructed that these were top-secret treasures, not to be seen by outsiders.

Qi Yu took his words lightly, but as soon as she turned the first page, she froze on the spot.