Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince-Chapter 443 Does Princess Qi Know Medicine?

Hearing this sound, Qi Yu’s eyes lit up.

She looked outside the hall and saw a figure in black. She quickly strode forward, approached Li Mingjue, and looked at him with eyes full of grievance, saying, "Prince, why have you only just arrived?"

Li Mingjue saw the tone of her grievance, but the slyness hidden in her eyes was unmistakable. He couldn’t help but raise his hand and flick her forehead lightly, warning her in a mild tone, "I’ll deal with you when we get back."

Being reprimanded in front of so many people, Qi Yu felt extremely embarrassed. She rubbed her forehead and glared at him discontentedly.

Li Mingjue slightly lowered his gaze, his eyes flitting dispassionately over her. Qi Yu immediately cowered and, trying to ingratiate herself, clung to his arm and pleaded cutely, "Prince, I know I was wrong. But this wasn’t my fault. It was the Second Prince who forcibly brought me into the palace, and he even threatened me, saying if I didn’t come, he would throw me into the Heavenly Prison!"

Listening to her distort the truth, the Second Prince was so angry that he glared with widened eyes, pointing at Qi Yu and exclaiming, "You... you dare slander this Prince!"

Qi Yu hid behind Li Mingjue and made a face at him.

I am slandering you, so what!

The Second Prince was so angry that he felt like hitting someone, but upon meeting Li Mingjue’s eyes, filled with a chilling intent, he involuntarily shivered.

The Emperor hadn’t expected Li Mingjue to suddenly appear, and his expression turned somewhat awkward.

After all, not long ago, he had thought of using Princess Qi’s blood to resolve the disaster of the Blood Moon.

He had been tormented by pain to the point of losing his rationality and had actually set his sights on Princess Qi.

Li Mingjue did not offer any greetings; he just looked coldly towards Jiutu and asked sternly, "What was the meaning of the State Preceptor’s words just now?"

Jiutu knew that Li Mingjue was not easy to fool, for he was far more direct and much more imposing than Qi Yu. With just a few casually spoken words, he had already conveyed an atmosphere of an impending storm.

But he absolutely could not let these two disrupt his plans.

"The Prince must have misunderstood. The reason for inviting Princess Qi to the palace today was merely to discuss the Blood Moon," Jiutu said, trying to avoid the main issue.

Qi Yu rolled her eyes. Now he suddenly knew how to be indirect; she didn’t know who the person was earlier who seemed like they wanted to tear her apart.

Li Mingjue scoffed coldly, "I don’t care about this Blood Moon affair. It seems you really have the audacity to threaten my Princess into the palace!"

Knowing he was at fault in this matter, Jiutu didn’t try to argue further, "It was my lack of consideration, I hope the Prince and Princess will forgive me."

The Second Prince, who had just been blustering, now turned mute.

He could defy Qi Yu, but he dared not offend Li Mingjue.

Although he and Li Ming’an were allies, the situation was still uncertain, who would win or lose was not yet known, and he could not reveal his own ambitions.

In the end, it was the Eldest Prince who came forward to smooth things over, apologizing to Li Mingjue and Qi Yu.

Qi Yu glanced at this refined Eldest Prince, hardly believing he was blood-related to the domineering Second Prince.

The always silent Seventh Prince also caught her discreet examination.

Although she hadn’t had much interaction with these men, she could still vaguely sense the subtle undertone among these three princes.

The Second Prince’s wild ambitions went without saying, his arrogance excessive, almost as if he wanted to announce his intentions to usurp power to the whole world.

Whereas the Eldest Prince seemed benign and harmless, lacking the domineering aura expected of a prince, more resembling a gentle scholar.

But this man gave her an inexplicable, strange feeling.

Perhaps, mildness was just a facade, and only when he truly shed this layer could one glimpse his real face.

As for the seventh prince, he seemed completely detached as if the matter did not concern him at all, standing in the grand hall yet with his soul wandering far away.

It was apparent that he truly had little ambition for the throne.

Qi Yu’s gaze lingered on the three people, thoroughly discerning their personalities.

She then turned towards the person seated on the throne and silently sighed.

The ominous black aura enveloping the old Emperor’s brow was all too conspicuous.

Reflecting on this, Qi Yu quietly tugged at Li Mingjue’s sleeve and whispered, "I see that this old Emperor won’t live past three days, I need to save him."

Li Mingjue frowned, "Why?"

To him, who sat on the throne was irrelevant, as Tulan had no power to contend with Dazhao.

Qi Yu pursed her lips and said, "The second prince cannot assume that position."

Moreover, she truly wanted to prevent Ning Yue’s revenge.

As the ceremony of offering to heaven was about to stall, the Emperor felt somewhat irritated.

He partly agreed with Qi Yu’s reasoning, Xueyue was not an ominous sign, just a dream.

But he couldn’t doubt every word the Saintess said.

The two completely opposing thoughts clashed in his mind, causing his headache to worsen.

Seeing his lips lose all color, Qi Yu realized the urgency and decided not to dwell further, taking the initiative she said to the Emperor, "Your Majesty, I have a way to cure your headache."

The Emperor looked at her skeptically, "The Princess knows medicine?"

Qi Yu hesitated. How should she respond?

Whether she claimed to be knowledgeable or not, it would spark suspicion and speculation.

She frowned, about to explain, when Li Mingjue stepped in before her and said, "The Princess means that there is a Divine Doctor in the city. If Your Majesty trusts him, why not summon him to the palace?"

"Divine Doctor?" Hope lit in the Emperor’s eyes, "I wonder whom the Prince refers to as the Divine Doctor?"

Li Mingjue glanced at Qi Yu, expressionless, and said, "It is my master, Daoist Qingshan."

In the hostel, when Mo Qingshan learned he was to enter the palace to treat Tulan’s Emperor, he jumped from his chair, "What? I’m to treat the Emperor? No! I won’t do it. This matter of being exterminated if I fail is not something I will engage in!"

His face displayed his resistance, and he had no desire even for the precious aged daughter red wine Qi Yu brought him from the palace.

Qi Yu had not expected Li Mingjue to come up with such a risky plan, but indeed, Mo Qingshan’s experience truly warranted the title of Divine Doctor, and this would also reassure the Emperor.

Mo Qingshan glared at Qi Yu, "This was your idea again, wasn’t it, girl!"

Qi Yu touched her nose, coughed, and responded, "Master, you wrong me. This idea was wholly your esteemed disciple’s."

Mo Qingshan looked at her skeptically, then turned to Li Mingjue at his side, "Is what she says true?"

Li Mingjue raised an eyebrow, "Only Master himself can cure the old Emperor."

Seeing no way out, Mo Qingshan had no choice but to agree.

He snatched the wine jug from Qi Yu’s hand, took a sip, and said leisurely, "I’ll enter the palace to treat him, but you must promise me one condition."

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