140: Chapter 140: Is There Sothing Wrong with This Rouge?
140: Chapter 140: Is There Sothing Wrong with This Rouge?
Qi Yu saw her presenting a box like a treasure, a substance that seed like rouge, and said enticingly, “This is the new rouge from Xunfang Pavilion.
So many people in the capital city are vying for it, I specially ordered a box for my sister.”
The guilty tone coupled with her shifty eyes made Qi Yu deduce that there was sothing wrong with this rouge.
Moreover, was Qi Anran ever so generous?
However, she was quite curious, wondering what other harmful sche this person had co up with since poisoning her had failed.
She gave a signal to a maid standing beside her, who took the beautifully packaged rouge and presented it with both hands in front of her.
Qi Anran, seeing Qi Yu’s interested look towards the box of rouge, felt a secret pleasure.
After the last poisoning attempt had failed, Qi Anran had always been trembling with fear, worried that the mysterious person would co for her.
But after waiting several days, she never saw the mysterious person’s figure, so Qi Anran breathed a sigh of relief.
She must have forgotten about it by now, she thought uneasily, realizing that poisoning Qi Yu was too risky.
Moreover, based on her last visit to Prince Qiu Residence, attempting to poison Qi Yu’s tea seed almost impossible.
Those disdainful servants wouldn’t even pour her a cup of water.
Yesterday, while shopping, she saw that Xunfang Pavilion had released a new rouge, and a better idea ca to mind.
Even if she managed to poison Qi Yu to death, she could not take the seat as Prince Qiu’s wife, so she thought it better to disfigure her instead.
Once she lost her face, Prince Qiu would definitely not wish to look at her ever again.
Watching everything she owned slip away would be more painful than death.
Without hesitation, Qi Anran imdiately purchased a box of the new rouge and then mixed in the sa disfiguring ointnt she had previously intended for Qi Yu.
The mont Qi Yu applied it to her face, it would mar it with dark, ugly scars.
Now that she had finally managed to send this specially made rouge, her ti sitting on the cold bench at Prince Qiu Residence had not been in vain.
The smile in Qi Anran’s eyes was almost too hard to hide; she covered her lips and said to Qi Yu, “I personally selected this for my sister.
You should really make good use of it.”
Qi Yu’s mouth twitched slightly as she responded affably, “Naturally, otherwise wouldn’t I be disappointing the thought you have put into this?”
After sending Qi Anran away, Qi Yu asked Chunlan to take the rouge with her to the annex.
The annex was currently unoccupied, and she had transford it into a place resembling a laboratory.
She had been eager to see what was inside the box of rouge.
Chunlan looked at her worriedly, “Princess, is there sothing wrong with this box of rouge?”
Qi Yu looked up and pinched her fair face, “You are the clever one!”
Chunlan blushed and quickly lowered her head.
The Princess always liked to tease her this way.
Qi Yu’s words were indeed a sincere complint; out of all the maids in the Prince Residence, only Chunlan truly understood her heart.
Not only did she know how to protect her, but she also ca with a property to discern trash, instantly recognizing that there was sothing wrong with the things Qi Anran had given.
Qi Yu bowed her head and secretly took a silver spoon from her space, scooped out so of the cream from the box of rouge, and lightly sniffed it.
The scent of the half-faced rouge covered the bitter sll of the dicine, but Qi Yu’s nose was keen, and she detected it imdiately.
Chunlan watched her actions curiously, feeling that her Princess was like those reclusive experts described in storybooks, unassuming and low-profile, but knowledgeable in everything.
Qi Yu recognized the scent of several familiar herbs, but the formula was too complex to fully identify.
However, she guessed it was probably the disfiguring ointnt that Qi Anran and the Wang family had given to the original owner.
Qi Yu’s eyes narrowed slightly, and she coldly closed the box of rouge.
It was definitely to be used, but by whom remained to be seen.
In the evening, after Li Mingjue finished discussing affairs in his study, he returned to his room and saw Qi Yu lying lethargically on the bed, her eyes tightly shut, with a storybook spread over her.
He chuckled, shook his head, stepped forward to pick up the book, casually tossed it onto the table, then carefully adjusted the poorly positioned woman and tightly covered her with the blanket.
Qi Yu, half-asleep, felt soone approaching, half-opened her eyes, and saw Li Mingjue’s outrageously handso face, her tone softened, “You’re back.”
Li Mingjue saw her dozy and endearing look, couldn’t help but lean over, and stared at her adoringly for a while.
The night was thick, and he did not blow out the candles in the room, embracing her in the dim candlelight for a dreamless night.
The next day, when Qi Yu woke up, the person beside her was already gone.
She reached out to feel the bed beside her, which had long since lost its warmth, and muttered to herself about this ghostly routine.
Chunlan heard so noise and entered to help her dress and wash up.
Qi Yu dressed and went to the front hall, where she saw everyone seated, waiting for her.
She wondered if it was her routine that was amiss.
But ever since she arrived here, her routine had been very regular, and she had even given up her habit of staying up late watching dramas, going to bed earlier than anyone.
Forget it, she wouldn’t compare with these ancient folks.
Qi Yu took her seat comfortably amid everyone’s gaze, finished her breakfast, and then went to Yongchun Hall with Song Ling.
As for Liao Fan, since Kong Ran had played too wildly yesterday and still hadn’t gotten up, he decided to stay back and accompany his little junior brother today.
Upon arriving at Yongchun Hall, Shopkeeper Qian greeted them cheerfully and led two little dicine apprentices from the back yard, and instructed them to bow to Qi Yu, “Hurry up and greet your master.”
The two little dicine apprentices, only six or seven years old and still a bit shy, saw a person in black with a veil and nervously moved closer to Song Ling, crisply saying, “Greetings, master.”
Qi Yu was so chard by their cuteness that she couldn’t help but reach out and pinch one of their cheeks.
The two little faces turned rosy, mostly out of shyness.
She crouched down in front of them, lifted her veil, revealing a face as pretty as a peach blossom, her eyes strikingly bright.
The two little dicine apprentices, seeing such a beautiful person for the first ti, forgot their fear and stared at her wide-eyed.
One of them even exclaid, “You…
are you a fairy from heaven?”
Qi Yu laughed heartily, and both Shopkeeper Qian and Song Ling were also pleased by this innocent remark.
She patted the little dicine apprentice’s head, her tone gentle, “I’m not a fairy, I’m the master here.”
Seeing soone so beautiful and kind, the little dicine apprentices all showed a timid smile, “Then…
what is your na?”
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