Rebirth: My Healer Wife Owns Superpowers

Chapter 250: Chapter 250: This Princely Heir is not the type to pester relentlessly.

Yesterday, after Song Qiyun left, Qi Yue was utterly baffled.

It was a clear case.

Song Qiyun, under the guise of seeking medical consultation, had the alchemist check her for anomalies, surely because he had noticed something unusual.

But after pondering over and over, she didn’t feel she had exposed anything.

It was because of this garment that she remembered something.

Back at the cottage outside the Beiyuan Kingdom’s Capital City, when she had saved Song Gensheng, she had used a pair of swords, and not long ago at the city gate, she had used them again when she rescued Qu Wei.

What’s more, both rescues had been captured in paintings.

She found out about the portrait from the rescue of Song Gensheng afterwards.

At the time, she heard that many commoners were using her portrait to ward off evil spirits, which amused her for a while.

But now that she thought about it, that portrait was strikingly similar to the wanted poster from after she had saved Qu Wei.

Both depicted a black-masked figure, indeterminate of gender, dual swords in hand, with only a pair of indiscernible eyes showing.

Song Qiyun must have connected these two portraits together.

Linking those scenes as well, everything would be blatantly laid out in front of him.

The same portraits, the same lethal weapons, even a fool would be suspicious.

Qi Yue suddenly wanted to slap herself.

She really wouldn’t die if she didn’t court death.

But at this point, there wasn’t much to be afraid of.

If worse came to worst, she would just switch to using a Tang Sword for killing in the future.

If that didn’t work, she’d utterly abandon all morals, disregard human life, and use lethal weapons on a large scale; she would surely be able to leave this accursed place.

As for the space, who had seen her put things away?

As long as no one had seen, she could continue to spread rumors, and if push came to shove, blame it on Guyang’s great thief.

After all, the great thief of Guyang was being pursued all over by the unscrupulous men of Beiyuan, so ending up in Donggao wasn’t an oddity.

After deliberating for a while, Qi Yue instantly felt her blood boiling.

She also wanted to raid Yewang Prefecture before leaving.

Those two, father and son, were extremely detestable, each more cunning and scheming than the other, daring to plot against her—she’d make them weep over their desolate mansion!

Fuming with calculation, Qi Yue then remembered that Song Qiyun was still seated in the front hall.

Just as Zhu Ye knocked at the door outside, saying that Song Qiyun seemed to have a matter to discuss and begged her to come over.

The voice was timid, obviously still frightened.

Qi Yue was quite pleased with Zhu Ye acting this way, “Hmm,” she replied and called her in.

Her face clean, a faint scent of jasmine emanating from her, her hair also neatly arranged.

This child, when not being arrogant, was quite pleasant to look at.

“Miss Qi, is there anything you need me to do?”@@novelbin@@

“No, I was just checking to see if you’re dressed properly. You’ve done well, very obedient.”

Qi Yue looked at her with a smile, “Come on, let’s go see your Princely Heir.”

“Yes, Miss Qi.”

When the two arrived in the front hall, Liao Ye was kneeling on the ground, wiping away tears, apparently in the middle of speaking.

Seeing Qi Yue, she quickly dried her tears and fell silent.

Qi Yue acted as if she hadn’t seen and sat down directly at a seat on one side.

A few days apart, Song Qiyun seemed to have changed a bit.

He was still dressed in white, but it was ordinary clothing, exuding a sense of indolence amidst the solitude.

That air of a carefree scholar was even heavier.

His hair also had changed, not tied up high as usual, but as on the first time they met, casually cascading down, with only a tuft picked up at the back of his head and loosely bound with a band.

Qi Yue inwardly sighed with pity.

She had actually been quite interested in this aesthetic of wabi-sabi, not expecting it to be a facade.

That feeling was like seeing a beautiful flower and running toward it excitedly, only to step into a pile of cow dung.

That kind of disappointment and turnaround, the sensation of being unavoidably trapped, was truly indescribable.

“Did the Princely Heir come to tell me that the time for the showdown with Qing Nanzun has been set?”

Upon hearing this, Song Qiyuan shook his head, gazing at her with a clean scrutiny, as if he was examining her, or confirming whether she was the person he was thinking of in his mind.

“No, it’s about another matter related to Miss Qi Yue, just not sure if you’re willing to listen.”

Qi Yue pursed her lips.

She had already made clear the matter of evacuating the Imperial City, they had probed as much as they wanted to, she could not think of anything else related to her besides Qing Nanzun’s matter.

“If I say I’m unwilling to listen, can the Princely Heir choose not to speak?”

Song Qiyun pressed his lips together, seeming to think seriously for a moment, then said earnestly, “It seems not.”

“Then please, Princely Heir, do tell. I really want to know what’s this matter that must be spoken of?”

Suddenly, Song Qiyun’s expressionless mouth twitched slightly, as if he was smiling.

Qi Yue had a feeling that something was amiss.

Why did Song Qiyun seem a bit smug?

Song Qiyun, unhurriedly, unfolded his sleeve and stretched out a hand with distinct joints.

In his hand, he held a piece of yellow silk brocade, backed with silk of the same color scheme. It looked like some kind of imperial edict or similar document.

“Miss Qi Yue, this is a personal letter from the Emperor of Beiyuan Kingdom, delivered by a fast horse this morning. I, the Princely Heir, did not dare to delay and have delivered it to you.”

Qi Yue instantly had an ill feeling in her heart.

What was that damn Emperor up to at this critical juncture?

The maid Zhu Ye had already brought over the piece of yellow silk brocade, placing it on the table in front of her.

Qi Yue, showing no expression, opened it and after reading just one line, she instantly wanted to march to Beiyuan and chop that damn Emperor into pieces to feed the dogs!

In the letter, the damn Emperor stated that he could not bear to see the daughter of the Great General so grown up yet still unmarried. Therefore, he found her a suitable match, intending to marry her to the royal family of Donggao.

Furthermore, it mentioned that hearing of her having found a man of her heart in Donggao and refusing to return to Beiyuan, he, the ruler of a nation, was willing to play matchmaker for her and even willing to provide a dowry.

It also mentioned if she did not wish to return, there was no need to do so and he would send someone to deliver the dowry in time.

“Damn…”

Qi Yue was about to curse out loud, but seeing Song Qiyun beside her, she suddenly closed her mouth.

This letter was too suspicious!

The damn Emperor of Beiyuan had always been obsessed with the pleasures of his palace, often neglecting state affairs, and only attending court irregularly. His greatest passion was alchemy—to refine gold, play with gold, and hoard gold.

Even the previous decree to marry her to Zhao Xiyan was mostly orchestrated by Linfei from the harem and her second aunt Bai Jiahui.

How could he suddenly remember her now and use her for a political marriage?

And the content of this letter, every sentence was excessively certain.

Saying she has found her Mr. Right and refused to return to Beiyuan…

It’s clearly stirring up trouble…

Seeing the almost imperceptible smile on Song Qiyun’s lips, a shock went through Qi Yue’s heart, and without thinking, she blurted out,

“Was it you?”

For a moment, Song Qiyun looked innocently at her, his mouth then lifting into a smirk.

This was the first time Qi Yue had seen Song Qiyun smile since she met him.

Undeniably, such a smile, paired with his clean and distinguished appearance, was somewhat captivating.

But at that moment, Qi Yue just felt disgusted.

Never had she imagined that there could be someone so lowly and despicable in this world.

“Why would Miss Qi Yue think it was my doing?”

Song Qiyun spoke slowly, his voice gradually taking on a tone of grievance.

“Though I hold special feelings for Miss Qi Yue, unrequited love is like petals falling into uncaring waters. I am not one to pester annoyingly, but…”

He paused, a look of guilt crossing his face.

“…my father has always doted on me, and seeing my heartache for Miss Qi Yue, he went to beseech Uncle Emperor. I never expected the Emperor of Beiyuan to be so enthusiastic… on the other hand, I’ve heard that the Beiyuan court officials are all very supportive of this marriage…”