Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince-Chapter 65 - Are you the fool that my disciple married

Clearly, she had already hidden the person well but insisted on leaving misleading clues everywhere, causing dozens of imperial guards to chase in circles.

“Girl, who exactly are you?” The old man changed how he addressed her, no longer calling her a fool.

Upon hearing the word “girl,” Qi Yu was stunned for a moment, and her eyes instantly became a bit red.

In her previous life, her grandfather also liked to call her that.

The old man was taken aback by her reaction, and stopped drinking his wine, looking at her in shock, “You…

why are you crying!”

Although he was not exactly an upstanding character, he had never done anything like making a young lady cry before.

Qi Yu sniffed and turned her head away, “I’m not crying.”

The old man stroked his beard, feeling that when Li Mingjue returned, he would probably be angry at this scene.

So, he came up with a clever idea on the spot.

“How about this, girl, I’ll give you a jar of peach blossom brew as a greeting gift!”

Qi Yu’s eyes lit up, “Peach blossom brew?”

Seeing that there were still tears swirling in her eyes, but they came back to life at the mention of peach blossom brew, the old man couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly.

No wonder his disciple had written in the letter that his Princess had a non-grudge-holding, easygoing temperament.

Truly rare indeed.

If Qi Yu knew what he was thinking, she would probably have shown an awkward smile.

She didn’t hold grudges?

She would take revenge on the spot if there was one.

With her, there were no overnight grievances.

Li Mingjue returned just in time for noon.

Gu Qing, having not found anyone in Prince Qiu Residence, was scolded by Li Tianze, and both Li Ming’an and Qi Wei dared not bring up the matter again.

The morning court session had passed with more anxiety than actual danger.

Although he believed that Qi Yu must have hidden the person well, the sudden arrival of so many imperial guards still made him afraid that she might have been frightened.

The overly concerned Prince Qi seemed to have forgotten that his Princess was resilient and not even afraid of assassination, let alone a mere few dozen imperial guards.

He entered the house, dragging along Shen Xiheng who had come to mooch a meal, and upon not seeing Qi Yu in the front hall, his expression became instantly anxious.

“Where is the Princess?” he hastily asked a maid who had come to serve tea and water.

The maid bowed her head and answered, “The Princess is in the kitchen.”

“The kitchen?” Shen Xiheng smiled and teased Li Mingjue with a wink, “Since when did Prince Qiu’s Princess take an interest in cooking?”

Li Mingjue discreetly let out a sigh of relief.

It’s a good thing you’re still alive.

He didn’t pay attention to Shen Xihe’s words and strode towards the kitchen.

“Hey, wait for me!” Shen Xihe lengthened his stride to chase after him, looking a bit flustered.

In the kitchen, Qi Yu and Song Ling curiously watched Mo Qingshan cooking a pot of mutton soup.

“You have to rely on mutton soup to survive the winter!” Mo Qingshan stroked his beard and enjoyed the aroma of the meat emanating from the pot, intoxicated by it.

Qi Yu nodded in complete agreement, “Senior Mo’s words are truly wise!”

Song Ling looked at the old and the young who were immersed in the aroma and could not help but shake her head and chuckle.

Having stayed at Prince Qiu Residence for a few days, she had completely grasped Qi Yu’s character of not being able to move at the sight of delicious food.

“Master?” Li Mingjue was stunned for a moment when he saw the people inside.

In front of him, Mo Qingshan still maintained an elegant demeanor befitting a mentor, silently placing the big spoon down, stroking his beard and saying airily, “Since the year you turned ten, we haven’t seen each other in more than ten years, as your master…”

Li Mingjue touched his forehead and couldn’t help but interrupt him, reminding, “Master, your pot of soup…

is about to scorched.”

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Mo Qingshan instantly snapped out of his reverie, leaping up like somebody grabbed his beard and swiftly recovered the soup from the pot.

“You brat, why didn’t you say so earlier!”

The corners of the other three people’s mouths twitched slightly.

So, was that nostalgic sentimentality just now all an act?

Li Mingjue wasn’t the least bit surprised; from the first time he met Mo Qingshan, this man had never been serious.

It seemed that even his father, Emperor Dazhao, had been deceived by Mo Qingshan’s transcendental and indifferent facade, mistakingly believing he had found a genuine mentor to teach him the ways of nurturing life.

Li Tianze had always thought of him as an ascetic eminent martial arts expert, but only Li Mingjue knew this man was never serious, spending his days sneaking into the Imperial Kitchen to steal drinks.

Shen Xihe had heard of Daoist Qingshan before but had never met him; he didn’t expect the man’s image to plummet so thoroughly.

In Tinglan Pavilion, everyone sat around the table to welcome Mo Qingshan who’d come from afar.

The table was laid out with various dishes, plus the pot of mutton soup which had a faint burnt smell.

The others silently avoided that pot of soup, leaving only Qi Yu happily enjoying it with a bowl in hand.

Shen Xihe almost suspected that the man had lost his sense of taste and smell.

“How long does Master plan to stay in the capital city this time?” Li Mingjue asked while serving dishes into Qi Yu’s bowl.

After taking a sip of the soup, which seemed to invigorate him, and three cups of peach blossom brew, Mo Qingshan responded, “I came to see how you were faring with the poison cure.”

He had heard that Li Mingjue had been stricken with a severe poison with no cure, and instead of coming straight to the capital, he went to Tulan to search for medicine.

Tulan was the source of various exotic poisons in the world; if an antidote couldn’t be found there, it was unlikely to be found elsewhere.

Yet, after over a month with no clues, he received a message that Li Mingjue had come back to life.

He was shocked for a long while before deciding to come from Tulan to the capital to see how this formidable poison had been cured.

Li Mingjue glanced at the person who was busily eating and slightly curled his lips, his tone a bit proud as he replied, “Thank you for your concern, Master.

The poison in me has been completely cured.”

“What!” Mo Qingshan was so shocked he stopped drinking his wine.

He grabbed one of Li Mingjue’s hands and checked his pulse.

After a long while, he muttered to himself, “It’s indeed gone.”

Although he was not a doctor, he knew the poison was difficult to cure.

After all, even the Divine Doctor Lou Qingming claimed there was no help, didn’t he?

But now, it was truly all gone.

He had thought, as long as the person was alive, it would be enough just to suppress the poison in the body.

But he did not expect the poison to actually disappear completely.