Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince-Chapter 419: Aren’t They Rushing to Their Deaths?

The next day, the three of them entered the palace early in the morning.

Qiya was practicing swordsmanship when she heard the news, a look of panic crossing her face for a moment.

In the past few days, Shi Zhou had not come to the palace, and she thought he had forgotten about the Holy Maiden Temple.

She put away her sword and said to Jiang Xuerong, who was instructing her in sword techniques, "Master, I’m afraid I won’t be able to practice swordsmanship today."

But Jiang Xuerong replied, "Her arrival is just in time."

Qiya, feeling a shiver at the coldness in her eyes, asked hesitantly, "You mean..."

Jiang Xuerong curled her lips into a cold smile, "You’ve been practicing for several days; it’s time to find someone to test out this set of sword techniques."

Qiya gripped her sword more tightly, her expression still hesitant, "But I’m worried..."

Before she could finish, Jiang Xuerong interrupted her coldly, "What’s there to worry about? With your master here, are you still afraid of that wild girl doing something?"

Hearing her words, Qiya instantly felt emboldened.

On the Martial Arts Platform, Shi Zhou held the Qiyun, scoffing lightly at the fiercely imposing person across from her.

Before entering the palace, she had already prepared for the possibility of standing on the Martial Arts Platform again.

Her true purpose today was not to fight Qiya, but to have a fair fight with Jiang Xuerong.

Although the opponent was highly skilled in martial arts and ruthless, known as a female fiend, Shi Zhou was not intimidated by her.

Having a fight with someone like Jiang Xuerong, even if she lost, would not be a loss.

The people on the Spectator Platform, however, were not as composed as she was.

Shen Xiheng was frowning deeply and said to Mo Qingshan, "With Jiang Xuerong being so cruel, isn’t this just sending herself to her death?"

Mo Qingshan took a sip of wine and gave him a glance, "What’s the rush? The fight hasn’t started yet, and the outcome is undecided. How can you be sure that Shi Zhou will be the one to lose?"

Shen Xiheng fell silent, "Do you mean to say that she can beat Jiang Xuerong?"

The two of them had skipped over Qiya entirely, without the slightest belief that she would pose a threat to Shi Zhou.

Mo Qingshan shook his head, "I never said that."

Shen Xiheng gave up on the idea of seeking comfort from him and continued to stare unwaveringly at the situation on the platform.

On the opposite side of the Spectator Platform, Jiang Xuerong’s expression was one of pleasant anticipation.

She wasn’t worried at all about Qiya losing. The sword technique she had painstakingly created, wouldn’t it defeat a wild girl easily?

Even if Qiya really lost, wasn’t she still here? How could she possibly allow Shi Zhou to leave the Martial Arts Platform unscathed?

On the platform, Qiya swallowed nervously.

Although she had been practicing swordsmanship these days, she hadn’t felt a significant increase in her strength; she had only learned a set of sword techniques—could she really beat Shi Zhou with that?

As she hesitated, the person opposite had already grown impatient, "Are you going to fight or not?"

Qiya bit her lip and affirmed, "Fight!"

With that, she charged forward with her sword.

On the other hand, Qi Yu and Li Mingjue, noticing that their invisibility was lasting increasingly shorter durations, decided not to stay any longer in areas with people.

The two found an uninhabited courtyard to stay in and discussed their next move.

Qi Yu picked up a branch and drew a few lines in the soft earth, casually saying, "To change a person’s fate, one must first find the key nodes that can influence her destiny."

Li Mingjue nodded slightly, signifying agreement.

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After writing for a while, Qi Yu, feeling dejected, tossed the twig aside and turned to Li Mingjue, "You write. I can’t even make out what characters I’ve written."

Li Mingjue chuckled as he glanced at the few large characters she had laboriously written, picked up the twig from the ground, and continued writing where she left off, "Right now, we have one month left. In a month, Cang Ming will collude with Noble Consort Jiang to open the gates of Luoyue Country and then massacre all the citizens within the city."

Recalling the vivid faces she had seen in Luoyue Country, Qi Yu sighed heavily.

Seeing her pale face, Li Mingjue softened his tone, "After taking over Luoyue Country, Cang Ming will become its king. He’ll live there with the Tulan people, erasing all traces of the past."

Qi Yu, propping her chin, said gloomily, "If he wants to fight, just fight. Why use such disgusting methods like arranging a marriage alliance?"

She couldn’t stand Cang Ming’s two-faced tactics, finding him both cunning and despicable.

Li Mingjue patted her head, offered a few words of comfort, and then continued, "With only the clues we have in hand, we can’t predict what will exactly happen in a month. For now, all we can do is to watch and wait."

Qi Yu frowned, unwilling to accept this outcome, but she also had no better plan.

Even if they could guess the truth of the matter, their ability to act was extremely limited.

Besides, this was all just a dream. What they needed to do was not decide the course of the dream but decipher the dream creator’s inner conflicts.

She doodled aimlessly in the sand with her fingertip, suddenly remembering something and said to Li Mingjue, "We’ve forgotten someone!"

Upon hearing this, Li Mingjue immediately understood, "Ning Yue?"

Qi Yu nodded, "Mhm. If Ning Yue didn’t die in the massacre, there’s only one possibility—she had already left Luoyue Country."

With this revelation, her thoughts broadened, and the entangled threads began to unravel.

"I think, Ning Yue’s deep obsession with Yin Wanning isn’t just because Yin saved her life; it’s far too simple. It’s very likely that she’s done something wrong and is desperately trying to make amends," Qi Yu said, her eyes darkening and her tone grave.

"As long as we find her, everything will fall into place," Li Mingjue agreed, following her thoughts.

Qi Yu closed her eyes for a long while before exhaling deeply and sighed, "That foolish girl probably followed us all the way here since the day Yin Wanning got married."

In the evening, the servants at the mansion hung up lanterns.

Qi Yu merged with the night and quietly made her way to Yin Wanning’s room.

Through the mirror, she saw her own face and thought it was a bad sign, quickly hiding behind a cabinet.

Luckily, Yin Wanning had always disliked being attended to by palace attendants, so there were only two maids guarding outside her courtyard.

Just now, the two maids had been assisting her with bathing and dressing, which allowed Qi Yu to enter unimpeded.

No sooner had she hidden herself than she heard the door being pushed open from the outside.

Qi Yu peeked out and her pupils shrank when she saw the person entering was not Yin Wanning but Zhao Qingrou.

She saw Zhao Qingrou sneak over to the table, take a packet of powder from her bosom, pour it into the teapot, and then swiftly leave.

Qi Yu instinctively felt it was not anything good.

After Zhao Qingrou left, Qi Yu quickly approached and opened the teapot.

After observing it closely and lightly smelling the aroma, she was nearly certain it was some slow-acting poison—something that won’t take immediate effect but would cause irreversible damage to the body.

Qi Yu was plotting to take the teapot back to her space and dispose of it without anyone noticing.

However, the door was pushed open abruptly from the outside at that moment.

Hearing the noise, Qi Yu instinctively looked towards the door.

Still holding the teapot, in the instant their eyes met, surprise filled both their expressions.

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