Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince-Chapter 66 - The Prince Still Forgot This Sentence

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keep it for now.”

Although the poison had been cured, his disciple had faced many disasters, so it was best to keep it for safety.

“Sky Clearing Pill?” Qi Yu took the bottle of elixir in her hand and sniffed it carefully, finding the smell a bit strange.

It didn’t emit the usual modest scent of ordinary elixirs; this Sky Clearing Pill had a pungent, peculiar fragrance to it.

Mo Qingshan took a sip of wine and said indifferently, “This item was created from a secret formula of Tulan.

Though it’s an antidote, it’s also poisonous.”

“Using poison to fight poison,” mused Qi Yu silently as she closed and set down the bottle, pushing it back in front of Li Mingjue.

She herself had developed many elixirs, but none had smelled as strange as this.

Moreover, she had heard from Li Mingjue before that besides poison-making, Tulan Kingdom’s greatest expertise lay in Witchcraft Technique, which could seize a person’s mind.

The concept sounded mystical, and while Qi Yu was curious, she also felt a faint fear.

Li Mingjue accepted the medicine and thanked Mo Qingshan, “Thank you, Master.”

Mo Qingshan, who had drunk a bit more by this point, was feeling tipsy and reverted to his usual frivolous demeanor.

He said somewhat groggily, “I have come here for another reason.”

“What is it?” Li Mingjue quickly seized the opportunity to ask before his master could collapse.

Gathering his muddled thoughts, Mo Qingshan replied, “In a month, the Tulan Envoy will enter the capital city, bringing the Princess with him.”

After speaking, he collapsed onto the table.

Li Mingjue could only help his master to rest with the assistance of a guard.

Although Mo Qingshan’s statement was brief, it implied a wealth of information.

“The end of the year is near; it’s time for the Tulan Envoy to enter the capital,” Shen Xiheng commented quietly.

In recent years, there had been a facade of friendly relations between Tulan and Dazhao, but turbulent undercurrents ran deep beneath the seemingly calm surface.

Every year’s end, Tulan would come bearing tribute, and Dazhao would reciprocate with gifts.

But this year, why bring a Princess along?

The implicit depth behind it truly invited speculation.

Qi Yu knew very little about this mysterious country, but she had watched many palace dramas; there was an eighty percent chance they were proposing a royal marriage.

Shen Xiheng nodded, “Princess Lingya of Tulan just turned twenty-eight this year, the proper age for marriage.”

Qi Yu frowned, feeling that the matter was not so simple.

Shen Xiheng became serious and kindly gave her a heads-up, “Tulan’s move this time is likely aimed at Prince Li.”

Song Ling agreed with him, “Although Dazhao has several Princes, only Prince Li and Prince Ming’an are currently in the capital city.”

The matter of Li Mingjue’s poisoning was already related to Tulan, and with Li Ming’an fanning the flames, Tulan was likely looking to collaborate with Li Ming’an to take control over him.

Qi Yu appeared calm and unaffected as she said, “Whether I marry or not is not for the Tulan Princess to decide.”

Tulan is a vassal of Dazhao, and even if they wanted their princess to become the Prince Consort, Li Tianze would not agree.

However, Shen Xiheng was not as optimistic.

“In recent years, Tulan has continuously tried to break through Dazhao’s borders, but they have been repelled each time.

His Majesty has turned a blind eye to these minor skirmishes.

But if we want long-term peace between the two nations, a marriage alliance seems to be the only solution now.”

Qi Yu felt that marriage alliances were unreliable, standing on walls that could collapse without a push, crumbling into ruins within minutes.

“For now, we can only take one step at a time,” Shen Xiheng sighed deeply.

Seeing that Qi Yu had a troubled expression, he went to the back yard to play chess with Song Ling.

As evening approached, Qi Yu had little interest in drinking tea and planned to go back to her room to flip through storybooks.

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But she had read the stories of those talented men and beautiful women many times, and they were truly uninteresting.

They were nothing more than stories of heroes unable to surpass the challenge of a beauty or tales of devoted women and faithless men.

She let out a faint sigh, which Li Mingjue, just entering the room, heard clearly.

“What’s wrong today?” he asked.

He closed the door securely behind him, not letting a single breeze enter.

Qi Yu lay on her bed and tossed the storybook aside, “Nothing much, just feeling a bit bored, that’s all.”

Li Mingjue, seeing her expressionless face, naturally didn’t believe her.

He lifted his hand to touch the corner of her eye and suddenly asked, “Why have you been crying?”

Qi Yu looked startled, not knowing how he could tell.

At the time, she had only reddened around the eyes and shed a single tear, was it that obvious?

“I’ve been wanting to ask, but just now, my master was here.” Li Mingjue said as he lightly brushed away the tear, seemingly trying to erase both the stain and her sorrow.

In the kitchen, when he first saw her, he had keenly noticed the faint tear streaks on her face.

But those traces were not conspicuous, and if it weren’t for the slight redness at the corner of her eyes, he doubted he would have noticed.

During their meal at Tinglan Pavilion, his mind had constantly strayed to her emotions, and he saw that she was much more silent than usual.

Even now, his heart was still suspended, unable to settle down.

Normally, he was used to seeing her carefree demeanor; this was the first time he was confronted with her tears, and he was somewhat at a loss.

In the past, his cold words had scared away and made cry countless women who were interested in him.

He had always thought that the weeping and wailing of women was annoying and had no desire to comfort those pampered ladies from prominent families.

But this time, he was truly panicked.

Qi Yu dodged slightly, “It’s nothing.”

But Li Mingjue refused to let her get her way, his fingers gliding down her cheek, gently pinching her chin, and forcing her face to straighten.

He looked at her intently, his voice soft, “Anything you desire, I can provide; those words were not meant to merely placate you.”

Qi Yu almost drowned in the depth of his gaze.

Prince Qi indeed had striking looks; when his peach-blossom eyes focused on someone, they held an extraordinary depth of affection.

Perhaps no woman in this world could escape his charm, and being an ordinary person, she naturally was no exception.

But he was Prince Qi, and he would one day be the king over all the land.

Whether it was having multiple wives and concubines or a harem, it was all normal, and perhaps she should never have given her heart away from the start.

“Prince, it’s best you forget that promise,” Qi Yu closed her eyes, no longer daring to look at him.