Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince-Chapter 417: Could It Be a Mistake in Writing?

In the secret realm, time flashed by, and two months had already passed.

Qi Yu watched as the two concubines courted death in various ways, all while keeping a close eye on every move Cang Ming made.

A few days ago, a message came from Luoyue Country, stating that Noble Consort Jiang had already caused the Emperor and the Empress to drift apart completely.

"That idiot Jiang, she’s still there feeling pleased with herself, not knowing that Cang Ming is simply using her," Qi Yu thought of Noble Consort Jiang’s foolish and arrogant demeanor, and couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

Li Mingjue, fearing that she might get too worked up, changed the subject, "Have you noticed something these past few days?"

"What is it?" Qi Yu’s train of thought was indeed diverted, and she turned to ask.

Li Mingjue stood up and then reached out his hand toward the person sitting in the artificial mountain.

Qi Yu placed her hand into his palm, still somewhat baffled, "What’s this for?"

Li Mingjue didn’t speak but led her forward a few steps to the edge of a pond in front of the artificial mountain.

Qi Yu looked around in confusion, "What’s wrong?"

Li Mingjue squeezed her palm, signaling her to look down.

Qi Yu lowered her head and saw a blurry shadow reflected in the pond.

Even though it was just a dark silhouette, indistinct, she could tell from the body shape that it was her own shadow.

She was stunned for a moment, as if someone had poured a basin of cold water over her head, chilling her to the bone.

For ordinary people, the presence of a shadow in a pond is nothing remarkable.

But she and Li Mingjue had always existed as invisible beings in this illusion.

And how could two invisible people possibly cast shadows?

Li Mingjue felt her shivering and drew her into his arms, whispering comfortingly, "Don’t panic, this is a good thing."

Qi Yu, still somewhat shaken, asked in a trembling voice, "A good thing?"

Li Mingjue raised his hand, gently stroked her soft hair, and whispered in her ear, "It means we’re about to be able to leave this place."

Qi Yu was startled.

She understood the implication of Li Mingjue’s words; it meant that the illusion’s effect on them was gradually weakening.

And the moment they fully regained their actual bodies would be when they left the illusion.

Overwhelmed with various emotions, Qi Yu found herself choked up, unable to utter half a word.

From the first day she entered this illusion, she had been thinking about leaving as soon as possible.

This place was far too dangerous and inscrutable, no one knew what might happen the next second.

Yet now, hearing this news, she didn’t feel as joyful as she had expected.

"What about her?" Qi Yu leaned into Li Mingjue’s arms and sighed.

Li Mingjue knew she was referring to Yin Wanning, even though this was just an illusion, even though these people had died a hundred years ago.

But after entering the dream, who could distinguish what was real?

"She has her own path to follow, and we have no place to intervene," Li Mingjue said softly after a long pause, comforting her.

Qi Yu suddenly teared up, "But... she shouldn’t have to die."

Li Mingjue was silent for a moment, gazing down at the person in his arms, his own heart not feeling very light.

But there was nothing they could do.

Qi Yu wiped away her tears, looked up at him with a glimmer of hope, "What if we tell her the truth, so she can escape?"

Li Mingjue raised his hand, tenderly wiping the tears from the corner of her eye, and after a long pause, said softly, "She won’t run away."

Tears fell steadily from Qi Yu’s eyes, a bitter taste welling up inside her, but she had to nod in agreement, "Yes, you’re right, she won’t run away."

If she were to flee, she wouldn’t become a sinner of a fallen nation, but she would no longer be the perfect princess in Ning Yue’s heart.

"One cannot overthrow fate," Qi Yu said, lowering her head, her hands tightly grasping the front of Li Mingjue’s robe, her voice tinged with dejection.

It was true for Yin Wanning, and it was true for her as well.

If her fate had not been rewritten, at this moment, she should still be in the laboratory, in front of the cold instruments, instead of being here lamenting over another woman’s fate.

Li Mingjue said, "Fate has already led us here, and that is enough."

Qi Yu looked up at him and suddenly smiled.

Seeing her finally smile, Li Mingjue couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But the next second, Qi Yu’s gaze darkened, "No, it is not fate that has led us here, but Ning Yue’s obsession."

Seeing her somber expression, Li Mingjue had a hunch about what she was about to say.

Qi Yu sniffled, her eyes still red, but she spoke with conviction, "I must change her fate."

Li Mingjue couldn’t count how many times he had marveled inwardly that his princess was truly different from the rest.

His lips curled slightly as he asked, "What do you plan to do?"

Qi Yu, however, shook her head, "The important thing is not what I plan to do, but what Ning Yue wishes to do."

After saying this, a trace of regret flashed in her eyes as she sighed, "This time, I want to fulfill her wish."

Elsewhere, in the Tulan Imperial Palace, Qiya was diligently practicing swordsmanship.

She had been neglectful for too long, and after only a few moves, she was already gasping for breath.

Jiang Xuerong, watching her trembling hand holding the sword, could not help but click her tongue lightly.

If it weren’t for the elixirs in the palace, she wouldn’t have bothered to waste her time teaching such a fool.

Unaware of her thoughts, Qiya thought her master was dissatisfied with her slackness, and she didn’t dare to rest more, raising her sword and continuing to practice.

An afternoon passed, and Qiya was exhausted to the point of being unable to lift a finger.

Jiang Xuerong said indifferently, "Not bad, practice for a few more days, and you will be able to deal with that wild girl."

Upon hearing this, Qiya’s eyes immediately brightened.

"Today’s practice ends here, we will continue tomorrow," Jiang Xuerong said, then rose to her feet, lightly touched her toes, and leapt onto the glazed tiles.

Qiya looked up at her with admiration.

She wondered when her own martial arts would advance to that level.

Jiang Xuerong stood on high, overlooking the entire Imperial City.

She took out a tiny vial from her bosom, poured out two elixirs, and swallowed them expressionlessly.

The fierce battle three years prior had left her severely injured, her power diminished by a third.

After resting for years and just barely recovering to her former state, she was now eager to tear that person to shreds.

Remembering the person whose martial arts prowess surpassed her own, Jiang Xuerong’s face twisted for a moment, and the True Qi inside her became chaotic again.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself not to think about that person any longer.

At the moment, the most important thing was to elevate her Inner Strength.

Once her cultivation base rose to a new level, it would not be too late to seek vengeance.

Thinking this way, Jiang Xuerong gradually calmed her thoughts.

However, when her gaze landed on a certain part of the Imperial City, it suddenly sharpened.

In the hostel, Shi Zhou was meditating with his eyes closed.

Shen Xiheng was deeply engrossed in the blank sheet of paper before him, and after a while, he picked up his brush and wrote down two characters, "Ning Yue."

The stele was clearly inscribed with "Ning Yue," so why was the hairpin inscribed with "Ning Yue" as well?

Could it be that it was just a miswriting?

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