Rebirth: My Healer Wife Owns Superpowers

Chapter 242: Chapter 242 That Night You Were Indeed Admiring the Moon

“Miss Qi? Miss Qi?”

She was deep in thought when Liao Ye’s voice suddenly arose, startling the little bird named Zhao Xiyan perched at the tip of her heart into flight.

Looking up, Liao Ye was staring at her with a baffled expression.

Liao Ye was only fourteen or fifteen, likely malnourished, which made her appear somewhat frail.

This hardly seemed like someone Song Chengye would send to surveil her.

“Miss, what is the matter? Are you feeling unwell? Should I go back and tell Princely Heir Song to come another day?”

No sooner had she finished speaking than the maid, Zhu Ye, excitedly chimed in.

“Miss Qi, in my opinion, it’s best you go meet him. Perhaps the Princely Heir is delivering a message from the Prince. If you do not go, I fear the Prince might be displeased. Don’t forget, it’s the Prince who is protecting you now.”

While speaking, the maid did not even glance at Qi Yue; instead, she was busy smoothing her hair and straightening her clothes as if she were the one going to meet Song Qiyun.

Qi Yue, ever astute, immediately understood everything from Zhu Ye’s demeanour, and instantly, her sleepiness vanished.

“Then let’s go.”

She smiled at Liao Ye and then looked towards Zhu Ye.

“You two tidy up as well. Since you’re with me now, you represent my face. We can’t go looking too shabby.”

Saying this, she climbed off the couch and entered the inner room to retrieve a few items.

Perfume, concealer, and rouge from Space Mall.

These were her tools for disguise, already repackaged in modern packaging, switched to porcelain bottles, and adapted to this dynasty’s style.

“Here, take a set each, and go get ready.”

Qi Yue generously stuffed the items into their hands.

Liao Ye kept refusing, looking terrified, while Zhu Ye excitedly accepted them. Without even a word of thanks, she rushed to the dressing table.

“Miss, let Liao Ye do your makeup,” Zhu Ye suggested.

Qi Yue smiled, casually braided two strands of hair, and swept them behind her ears—that was it.

She had just washed her hair in Space Mall and did not want to put it up into an elaborate hairdo.

“I’m ready now. Let’s go!”

Liao Ye watched her casual appearance, her expression darkening.

By then, Zhu Ye had emerged, beaming.

She reeked of perfume, who knew how much she had applied?

Rouge and concealer were also used, transforming her appearance completely.

She indeed looked much better!

But when she saw Qi Yue’s simple outfit, disdain immediately colored her features.

“Miss Qi really is casual, isn’t she?”

Qi Yue acted as if she hadn’t seen it, not bothering to acknowledge such people who only lowered her IQ.

Let her act out!

With time to spare, watching the drama unfold was a pleasant diversion.

The trio exited the courtyard and arrived at Yuncui Pavilion, where from a distance, they saw Song Qiyun standing by the railing.

His long hair was tied up, dressed in white robes with a golden belt at his waist, looking vibrant and straightforward.

Qi Yue paused for a moment, thinking if he were as clean and simple on the inside as on the outside, that would be rare indeed.

The sound of their approaching footsteps made Song Qiyun turn around.

His face was clean and straightforward; even his expression appeared fresh and clear, but his eyes were masked, his emotions unreadable.

Sure enough, Zhu Ye, like a startled rabbit, dashed to Song Qiyun’s side before Qi Yue could get close.

“Princely Heir, you’ve arrived. Why not sit in the pavilion? I’ll steep some Liu’an Tea for you.”

Song Qiyun said nothing, accustomed to her manner, as Zhu Ye joyfully went to make tea.

Qi Yue didn’t find this strange.

From the beginning, she knew that both Zhu Ye and Liao Ye had been transferred from Yewang Prefecture.

As to why the two had entirely different personalities, that was something to be investigated further.

She remained silent, sitting down at the other end while Liao Ye brought her a cup of tea and then withdrew.@@novelbin@@

Zhu Ye, on the other hand, was like a performing monkey, constantly darting around Song Qiyun, spouting inconsequential talk.

“Princely Heir, do you find this tea to your liking?”

“Princely Heir, did you notice? Today we are using snow water brought from the manor. I thought it would be just perfect for the Princely Heir to drink if you came over!”

“….”

Song Qiyun remained silent, just quietly hanging his head and sipping his tea, while Qi Yue silently watched him, chuckling to herself inside.

It had been almost two years since she arrived in this world, and Qi Yue seemed to have yet to closely observe how men and women interact here, apart from her and Zhao Xiyan.

Oh, why did she think of him again?

She forced herself to focus on the present, noticing Song Qiyun frowning at Zhu Ye.

“What is that on you?”

Zhu Ye’s face instantly turned red and she hesitated, “Nothing at all. What does the Princely Heir mean?”

Song Qiyun sniffed again, “The scent on you.”

Zhu Ye glanced quickly at Qi Yue, then shyly responded, “It might be the new incense. Does the Princely Heir find it pleasant?”

Song Qiyun nodded noncommittally, seemingly approving.

Suddenly, Zhu Ye’s eyes almost floated to the sky.

Qi Yue found these two quite amusing—not like the typical interactions between a noble young master and a maid.

Could it be that Song Qiyun’s temperament is just so?

Just as she was thinking, she heard Song Qiyun ask Zhu Ye to wait outside.

Zhu Ye clearly dared not disobey and walked away obediently.

The pavilion instantly regained its tranquility.

Initially, neither of them spoke, just sipping their tea separately.

For Qi Yue, this silent meeting wasn’t anything noteworthy—just sitting in another place drinking tea, not caring who the person opposite her was.

But Song Qiyun gradually started to look strained.

He had not met a girl who could keep her composure better than him.

Finally, he set down his teacup and stared intently at Qi Yue.

“…I never expected that you’re actually the daughter of the Great General.”

Qi Yue twitched the corners of her lips.

“What, don’t I look like it?”

Song Qiyun pursed his lips, then suddenly changed the topic.

“I’ve already told my father that you were indeed admiring the moon that night.”

Upon hearing this, Qi Yue’s heart skipped, but her face remained as calm as still water.

“I’m a bit confused by Princely Heir Qiyun’s words. What do you mean, indeed admiring the moon? I was indeed admiring the moon, okay?”

She was very sure that no one had seen her collecting things that night.

But what did Song Qiyun’s meaningful words and expression imply?

A million question marks rose in Qi Yue’s mind.

Song Qiyun paused, then nodded.

“Yes, it means admiring the moon.”

What exactly was Song Qiyun implying?

Qi Yue became uncertain and asked in confusion, “So, Princely Heir Qiyun means….”

“My meaning is, feel safe living here—I will make sure nothing happens to you…”

Song Qiyun’s earnest, purely sincere expression instantly pulled Qi Yue back to the city gate from a few days ago.

Back then, Song Qiyun had confessed in the same manner.

—I really enjoy watching the moon, Miss Qi Yue.

In an instant, Qi Yue felt an inexplicable flutter in her heart.

Honestly, his expression at this moment, filled with youthful innocence and serious persistence, was somewhat reminiscent of how Zhao Xiyan looked at her.

However, just thinking of Zhao Xiyan, Qi Yue immediately came back to her senses, catching an important message from his words.

Song Qiyun said he wouldn’t let anything happen to her, suggesting that something was about to happen?!

So, what matter warranted such seriousness from the dignified Princely Heir Qiyun?