The princess only wants to survive, and the cold-faced king of hell begs for mercy

Yun Shang couldn't explain how she felt. She felt that after hearing such words, she would not hesitate, but would happily push Zhao Qiyan out with drums and gongs.

However, when someone really asked her to give in, she actually felt a little reluctant.

She didn't dare to look Yu Ruyi in the eye, so she lowered her head and scratched at the cloud pattern on Zhao Qiyan's robe. "But you are a time traveler, and he hates time travelers the most."

Yu Ruyi vowed, "It doesn't matter. I will let him see that I'm different. Didn't he not kill me when he first knew I was a time traveler? I believe that one day, he will like me."

Oh, OK.

Please come in.

Sister, please come and take my place. I can pack up and go to live in retirement right away!

Just a handsome, high-quality and wealthy man, not as important as his life.

But Yu Ruyi was ultimately unable to move into Prince Qi's mansion. Yun Shang didn't know whether to be happy or unhappy for a moment, and instead seemed melancholy.

After the incident, Yun Shang followed Zhao Qiyan directly back to the capital without even having time to tell the Lu family.

And there was no news from Meng Tai either.

Meng Tai was the first time traveler Yun Shang met and became friends with, and Yun Shang was very worried about his safety.

Zhao Qiyan has been very busy since returning to the capital. He rarely goes back to his bedroom, and sometimes he doesn't even go back to the palace.

Yun Shang couldn't wait for anyone, so she had to take the initiative to look for someone.

This was the first time she had come to the study since getting married for more than half a month.

There were two guards standing at the door, but they didn't stop her. Instead, they took her to the tea room on the side of the study. "Princess, please wait in the tea room. The prince should be back soon."

Yun Shang poured herself a cup of tea, sat down and waited.

What is burning in the Boshan incense burner in the teahouse today is not condensed frost.

It seems to be white sandalwood. In her free time, she is studying the various food, clothing and daily necessities of ancient nobles to avoid being exposed.

She had made some progress and could distinguish between sandalwood and ambergris. As for the smell of frost, she still remembered it vividly.

When Zhao Qiyan came in, he saw Yun Shang sitting at the tea table, pouring tea for herself.

"My Junshan Yunwu, one ounce of gold and one ounce of tea, you are playing with it like this?"

Yun Shang hurriedly put the teapot back and said nothing about the tea leaves. "Your Highness, I greet you."

Fortunately, Zhao Qiyan didn't really care about this little bit of gold.

He waved at Yun Shang and turned to walk towards the study. "Princess, you came to the study specially to wait for me today. Is there something wrong?"

Yun Shang hurriedly followed him. When Zhao Qiyan sat down behind the desk, she took the white fungus soup that Qinghuan had prepared early that morning and carefully placed it in a white jade bowl in front of Zhao Qiyan. "Your Highness, this is something I made myself. Would you like to try it?"

Zhao Qiyan lowered his eyes and looked at the bowl without moving. He commented, "The white fungus is not cooked enough, and the lotus seeds are not cored. It's okay."

Yun Shang puffed up her cheeks, took the spoon, scooped a spoonful herself, and fed it to Zhao Qiyan's mouth, "Your Highness, please have a taste. It may not look good, but it still tastes good."

Zhao Qiyan opened his mouth slightly, took a sip with his white and tender hands, and looked at Yun Shang with a smile, "Hmm, it tastes okay. The princess is so sincere. It seems that what you asked for today is quite troublesome."

"I'm a little regretful about drinking this now. What should I do?"

Yun Shang quickly raised her hand to cover his mouth, "You've already drunk it, you can't pretend you haven't."

Zhao Qiyan smiled and took her hand away, holding it in his, "Well, tell me, what's the matter?"

"Actually, it's nothing. It's still Meng Tai's business. Meng Tai, haven't you found him yet?"

"Are you so concerned about Meng Tai?" The smile in Zhao Qiyan's eyes gradually faded, as if he was very dissatisfied with Yun Shang for being obsessed with another man.

"You've been in Qingzhou for two days, and I haven't seen you ask about me. Now you're so worried about Meng Tai?"

Yun Shang had no choice but to explain: "Meng Tai saved me, I can't be ungrateful, and besides, I have to give an explanation to my uncle and aunt."

She whispered, her eyes following Zhao Qiyan around the study.

Zhao Qiyan's study is arranged in a layered manner. Each functional area is separated by an antique shelf. It seems to be divided into rooms, but they are interconnected.

Behind the desk was a huge bookshelf. Zhao Qiyan walked around the bookshelf and went to the back, and Yun Shang followed him to look over.

Behind that is a small separate lounge.

There was a wide soft couch inside, and a painting hung on the wall next to the couch.

The calligraphy was beautiful, with an elegant font, like that of a woman.

Yun Shang looked at the calligraphy and painting, and inexplicably felt that there was probably no place for her in this small lounge.

She tactfully stood by the bookshelf and didn't follow in. Zhao Qiyan heard the footsteps stop behind him and turned to call her, "Come here."

Yun Shang stepped into the not-so-spacious lounge reluctantly, her eyes fixed on the calligraphy and paintings on the wall.

Zhao Qiyan threw a piece of clothing into her arms, and she realized belatedly that it was a man's underwear.

"Does the prince want to do laundry?"

Zhao Qiyan raised his eyes and pointed at the clothes in her arms, "Just make a dress for me according to the size of this dress, and I will promise to help you find Meng Tai."

When Yun Shang heard that she could save Meng Tai, she immediately became full of energy. She nodded hurriedly, "Yes, I will go back and make clothes right away!"

Little did she know that the more active she was, the more unhappy Zhao Qiyan would be.

Is she really willing to do anything for Meng Tai?

It is said that those men who travel through time are the best at making women happy. In order to protect their lovers who travel through time, many women will even go against the Anti-Time Travel Bureau, not only hiding the time travelers but also deliberately concealing and deceiving.

Could it be that Lin Zhiwei was also deceived by that guy named Meng Tai?

The more Zhao Qiyan thought about it, the angrier he became. He regretted his decision to let Yun Shang make clothes for him and snatched his clothes back. "I don't need you to make clothes for me anymore. Meng Tai is already dead and there's no way he can be saved."

Yun Shang widened her eyes in shock, tears welling up from her eyes little by little.

"Meng Tai is dead?"

"Is he really dead? If it weren't for me, he wouldn't be dead."

Meng Tai was the first fellow countryman she met who made her feel very close to him. It was Meng Tai who made her feel a little relaxed and warm in a foreign land where she was struggling and terrified.

Although they were strangers, she felt closer to him than anyone else in this place. She trusted this fellow countryman who had come from afar and was in a foreign land with her unconditionally.

For Yunshang, the death of her compatriots is no less painful than the death of her loved ones.

Zhao Qiyan saw her reactions as his wife falling in love with someone else, which made him extremely angry.

Zhao Qiyan grabbed Yun Shang's wrist and pressed her down on the couch beside him, gritting his teeth.

"Princess Qi, the king is still alive. Who are you mourning for?"