147: Chapter 147 I’m Going to Kill You 147: Chapter 147 I’m Going to Kill You April’s bright spring light graced the surroundings, and Qi Yu stood at the bridge’s end, gently parting the willow branches by the bank.
A smile spread across her face as she coiled the willow branches around her fingers before letting them go.
In a few days, she would be traveling to Jiangnan with Li Mingjue.
Finally, she could visit that holand which felt both familiar and strange.
Over these days, with the help of Li Mingjue and Qiu Lian, Li Tianze had reopened the case from five years ago, finally uncovering the truth and clearing Song Ling’s na.
Today was the day Song Ling would regain his freedom and enter the palace in his true identity to face the emperor.
Before leaving, Qi Yu, seeing Song Ling’s complexion looking much better than before, smiled and said, “His Majesty will surely urge you to take up official duties, and then I will be one assistant short.”
Song Ling, too, smiled faintly and warmly replied, “Princess should not tease .
I owe you my freedom today, and naturally, I must repay your kindness.”
Seeing the absence of gloom in his eyes and the brighter smiles, Qi Yu also felt relieved.
She had rely been trying to lighten the worry in Song Ling’s heart with so casual words.
After all, it had been five years, and the eting between the sovereign and his subject now would be sowhat poignant for both.
People from the palace had arrived, and Song Ling bowed to her, mounted his horse, and galloped away.
His silhouette no longer appeared as gaunt as before; arrayed in white, his charm was dazzling, barely hinting at the figure who had once been the acclaid third-place scholar in the capital city.
Qi Yu watched his figure disappear before turning to return to the residence.
The weather was getting warr lately, allowing her finally to shed those thick clothes, feeling much more relaxed.
The weavers in the Prince Residence had prepared spring clothing early on, each piece made from fine silk, and Qi Yu fell in love the mont she touched the cool, smooth fabric.
Recently, she had willingly changed into the Princess’s attire without needing Chunlan’s urging.
The world of the wealthy was indeed different.
In her past life, she had worn clothes bought from street stalls for a few tens of dollars each day.
While there was nothing inherently bad about it, they weren’t exactly comfortable.
Previously, Qi Yu hadn’t given much thought to such worldly possessions, but having co here, she adapted to local customs and began to enjoy them as well.
She was now becoming more adept at embodying the role of a princess.
However, today she had to visit a place where this apparel was unsuitable.
Following her instructions, Chunlan brought her a set of coarse cotton-linen clothes, which, although basic, were still of much higher quality than those in ordinary households.
Therefore, Qi Yu didn’t find the clothes uncomfortable at all.
But Chunlan didn’t share her opinion, feeling that such a beautiful princess should be dressed in glamorous clothes every day.
Even the ladies of lower status in the capital city wouldn’t wear cotton-linen outfits regularly.
Seeing Chunlan almost pouting to the sky, Qi Yu couldn’t help but smile and ask, “Is this outfit not pretty?”
Chunlan pouted, “You look beautiful, but the clothes leave a bit to be desired.”
Qi Yu touched her nose, finding the girl’s words as sweet as honey.
She was always good at flattering.
Rising to her feet, she said to the still brooding Chunlan, “I am going to the Ministry of Justice today, and it wouldn’t be appropriate to wear sothing too glamorous.”
“The Ministry of Justice?” Chunlan was taken aback.
Qi Yu’s expression grew solemn as she looked up at the bright spring scenery, her voice slightly cold, “They are family, after all.
It is proper to see them off.”
Chunlan glanced at her and didn’t say another word.
These days, it was widespread news in the capital city that the Official Silver, lost five years ago, was confiscated at Prince An Residence and the Pri Minister Residence.
His Majesty was furious and demoted Prince An to Commandery Prince, granting him land at the border of Qingzhou.
He was to set off soon and, unless summoned, would never step into the capital city again.
At the Empress’s insistence, the three mbers of the Qi Family were spared the death penalty and were rely demoted to commoners, exiled to Lingnan where they were confined for life.
When Chunlan heard this news, she felt little stir within her.
These people deserved it.
After committing so many misdeeds and continuously plotting against others, if it weren’t for Lord Song’s great fortune and their Princess’s intelligence, they would have long been killed.
She was only worried that her own Princess might take it to heart, but in the past few days, Qi Yu appeared well-fed and slept soundly, even gaining a bit of weight; she looked nothing like soone overburdened with worries, which gradually eased Chunlan’s mind.
Qi Yu had little affection for the Qi Family to begin with.
By avenging the original host, she felt she had repaid the favor of using her body.
In the future, she would no longer be known as the second miss born to the Qi Family’s concubines, but rather as the Commandery Princess.
Privately, Qi Yu yearned to be a Doctor; she sought no fa or fortune, wishing only to follow her family’s tradition of healing the sick.
However, not everyone could understand her thoughts, and Qi Yu had no interest in persuading anyone.
As long as she could one day hold enough sway, no one would be able to stop her from doing what she desired.
Upon arriving at the Imperial Prison, Qi Yu was led by a guard to the cell holding the three mbers of the Qi Family.
In just over ten days, these three had beco disheveled and unkempt, showing none of the forr vigor.
Upon seeing Qi Yu, the three lunged at her, their eyes brimming with hatred nearly drowning her.
Qi Yu watched their crazed actions with cold eyes.
Even at this point, the three still failed to recognize their situation.
The guard, fearing they might harm the Princess, imdiately drew his sword and drove them back, “Behave yourselves!”
Qi Anran’s fingernails deeply scraped across the iron bars, her once delicate face now distorted and ugly, her eyes glaring at Qi Yu as she scread, “You wretch, I will kill you!”
Qi Yu smiled faintly, “Very well, I’ll be waiting.”
Having said that, she swept her gaze across the Qi Family trio, then turned and walked out of the Imperial Prison.
No matter how Anran and Mrs.
Wang cursed behind her, she never looked back.
In the Yangxin Hall, Song Ling gave Li Tianze a bow, “Your servant, Song Ling, greets Your Majesty.”
Li Tianze saw him, his expression somber, filled with deep regret.
If only he had listened to his son’s words earlier, he would not have wrongly accused the innocent.
Regrettably, one misstep led to many, and between monarch and subject, only empty formalities remained.
“Rise, Song Qing,” Li Tianze addressed him with the honorific of yesteryear, as if by doing so, the past mistakes had never occurred.
There was a slight movent in Song Ling’s brow, but he made no other expression, rely standing with his hands folded below in the hall.
Li Tianze felt he had changed a lot, yet the pride in his expression remained undiminished.
He raised his hand wearily and asked Zhou Fu, “Is everything ready in the Imperial Garden?”
Zhou Fu answered quietly, “Everything is ready, Your Majesty.”
Li Tianze stood up and invited Song Ling to join him for a walk in the Imperial Garden.
Song Ling did not dare assu too much and always stayed a little behind him.
A flicker of pain flashed in Li Tianze’s eyes, but ultimately, he said nothing.
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