Time travel is risky, and love requires caution

Ling Yi's back teeth were clenching loudly. Ling Qiqi heard it clearly and quickly changed the subject:

"Have you heard what people are saying about me in the streets?"

Ling Yi took a few deep breaths and tried to calm himself down, but still said angrily:

"I can't help but hear that you, the Seventh Princess, have a lot of gossip. You won't marry anyone other than the future king. What? Do you want to be the queen mother? With your personality, can you be a role model for women in the country?"

"Who doesn't have some unrealistic ideals? But I have to remind you, my marriage is no longer the same as it was before. The conditions for breaking off the engagement will definitely be higher. You'd better be aware of this."

"Are you so confident in Lu Chengyou? What if he can't become the crown prince? You won't be able to get married."

"Then there is Pei Chufeng."

Ling Yi's anger and jealousy began to mix and boil again, and he angrily said:

"What if he can't become the crown prince?

"Is that why I'm negotiating with you? This way I can have a stable income and not suffer any loss on either side."

"Trickster!"

"It's not the first day you've met me."

"Where's Pei Chufeng? Why don't I see him?"

"I hid him so I could be quiet for a few days. He was too clingy and I couldn't handle it."

Ling Yi carefully considered the meaning of the Seventh Princess' words, and he was a little overwhelmed.

"Are you looking for Pei Chufeng? Tell me, who sent you here?" Ling Qiqi looked at Ling Yi slyly.

"If a person is too smart, he will not live long." Ling Yi answered the question irrelevantly.

"So are you smart?" Ling Qiqi asked.

"Not as smart as you."

"You are too modest. Since we are all smart people, let's be frank. I'm afraid you have come here in vain. Pei Chufeng is not here, and I will not tell you where he is now."

"Then you must hide him well and don't let me find him."

"I'm warning you, Pei Chufeng is under my protection now, so don't try to take advantage of him."

"If you don't want me to have any ideas about him, you should stay away from him as soon as possible."

"Tsk, stop changing your mind. If I stay away from him, will you stop targeting him?"

"It was his second brother who was targeting him."

Ling Qiqi thought about it and it seemed that what he said was indeed the case.

"Well, I won't bother with you. You stay for dinner. I'll cook filet mignon myself today."

"Difficult?" Ling Yi was confused by the Seventh Princess's train of thought.

"Well, wait, I'll do it now." Ling Qiqi said, and ran away.

Ling Yi was a little conflicted. It was not often that he had the chance to eat food cooked by the Seventh Princess herself. But could he eat food cooked by the Seventh Princess herself?

Forget it, give it a go.

After a while, Ling Qiqi came back with a food box.

Ling Qiqi laid out the food, two plates of meat, cooked potato cubes and corn segments next to the meat, and an extra-large plate of vegetable leaves.

Then he handed Ling Yi a small knife and a forked flat wooden stick.

"Try it quickly, it won't taste good if it's cold."

Ling Yi looked at the thing in his hand, then at the big piece of beef on the plate, not knowing how to start eating. Seeing this, Ling Qiqi immediately demonstrated to him:

"Use the fork in your left hand and the knife in your right hand, cut it into small pieces like this and eat it with the fork."

Ling Qiqi cut the beef with a knife, and the blood gradually seeped out.

"Are you done?"

"It's cooked, medium rare, very tender." After saying that, Ling Qiqi put the cut beef into her mouth and started eating it with great relish.

Ling Yi felt a little...sickened when he saw the Seventh Princess eating raw meat and drinking blood in front of him.

"Why don't you eat?" Ling Qiqi, who had already eaten half a piece of steak, urged him.

Ling Yi's mental activity was very intense:

Is the Seventh Princess deliberately making trouble for him?

But if he was to be tricked, the Seventh Princess would not put herself in danger. She not only ate the food herself but also ate it with great relish.

Could she be acting, pretending to be able to eat and taste good, so as to trick him into eating?

Why are they served on separate plates? Are the two pieces of meat different? They must be.

"Can I eat yours?" Ling Yi asked.

"Ah? Why?"

"I think the piece of meat on your plate is delicious."

"Okay, here you go." Ling Qiqi happily exchanged her plate with Ling Yi's, and then continued to cut and eat.

Ling Yi did a lot of psychological preparation before he finally mustered up the courage to cut a small piece of meat and put it in his mouth. He didn't dare to chew, swallow, or spit it out.

"Is it delicious?"

"......" Ling Yi nodded in a very worldly-wise manner, with meat in his mouth.

Ling Yi finally managed to swallow half of the raw meat on the plate, and then he heard Ling Qiqi ask enthusiastically:

"If it's not enough, there's more in the kitchen. Do you want to eat?"

"Don't eat, I'm full."

"Eat this little?"

"I had already eaten when I came here." Ling Yi lied.

Ling Qiqi was no longer polite, and the two drank tea and chatted for a while, then Ling Yi said goodbye and left.

At night, Ling Yi tossed and turned, couldn't sleep, had diarrhea, and had gone to the toilet six times.

He cursed himself in his heart: I have fallen into the trap of the Seventh Princess again.

Just when he was feeling depressed, a servant suddenly came to report that someone had been sent from the Seventh Princess's Mansion. He ordered the person to bring him in and asked him about it. He found out that the Seventh Princess had a stomachache and was afraid that he might be in trouble too, so he sent someone to check on him and brought him medicine.

Ling Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He really wanted to thank her, but his anger had already subsided by a large margin.

Two days later, Ling Yi's body recovered a little, at least he didn't have to run to the toilet so often, so he decided to visit the Seventh Princess, the culprit.

In the end, the Seventh Princess had herself to blame. She lay on the bed half dead and said weakly:

"Ling Yi, you're here, are you okay?"

"Thank you for still thinking of me, I'm a little touched. Are you okay?"

"Even a good man can't handle three bowel movements, let alone me, I'm not a good man, and I've had more than three bowel movements."

"Why are you so serious?"

“Maybe I eat more than you.”

"You look like you've lost a lot of weight. I hope you've learned your lesson."

"Well, I will never cook again. It hurts others and myself."

"Is it about cooking? You should control your mouth from now on. Don't eat whatever you want, especially don't eat raw meat."

"Oh, my stomach hurts. I won't keep you here. You don't need to come over these few days. I still need to take good care of myself for a few more days. Goodbye." After saying that, Ling Qiqi asked someone to see the guest off, and then she got up and went straight to the toilet.

Ling Yi returned home. In the following days, he sent people to the princess's mansion every day to inquire about the Seventh Princess's condition. For several consecutive days, the people he sent came back saying that the Seventh Princess was not well yet.

Ling Yi became more and more worried, so he went to the princess's mansion to visit again. The person in charge of the mansion said that the Seventh Princess was able to get out of bed yesterday, but suddenly decided to return to the palace to live for a few days, and she is not in the mansion now.

Ling Yi made a wasted trip, but was relieved to know that she was fine.