"How did you meet the Imperial Advisor?" Qin Yu asked.
"We don't know each other," Ming Li replied truthfully.
Qin Yu stared at Ming Li with an expression that screamed "only a fool would believe that." "Impossible! The Imperial Advisor only meets people alone, and never with anyone other than the Emperor!"
Ming Li rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Believe it or not."
With that, she turned and left without looking back.
Qin Yu: "..."
Watching Ming Li's retreating figure, Qin Yu frowned and followed. However, some things happened exactly as he expected, yet felt utterly sudden.
Not two steps later, the lower abdomen of this body began to ache again, so intensely that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Qin Yu: "...Damn it! Women are so troublesome!"
Ming Li, walking ahead, didn't hear footsteps behind her. She glanced back and saw Qin Yu in so much pain he could barely stand.
Ming Li's lips twitched. Was it really that exaggerated? Was he overacting a bit too much?
But seeing the cold sweat on Qin Yu's forehead, Ming Li paused. Feeling somewhat speechless, she walked back, scooped Qin Yu up, and carried him in a bridal style.
Qin Yu was so stunned by this 'showy operation' from Ming Li that he couldn't speak!
(๑ʘ̅дʘ̅๑)!!!
What was this woman doing?!
After a long moment, Qin Yu finally reacted, his face flushed with anger as he shouted, "Shangguan Ming Li, how dare you! Who gave you permission to carry this prince like this?!"
Fortunately, no one was around. Otherwise, hearing Qin Yu's words would have been quite entertaining.
Ming Li, holding Qin Yu, frowned. "Don't want to be carried? Fine, you said it yourself."
With that, Ming Li directly changed Qin Yu's position and slung him over her shoulder.
Qin Yu: "..."
Stunned, Qin Yu reacted and became enraged again. Just as he was about to yell, Ming Li raised her hand and pressed his acupoint to silence him.
Qin Yu: "...Son of a b*tch!"
In the end, Qin Yu, filled with shame and indignation, was carried out of the palace by Ming Li and unceremoniously tossed into a carriage.
Ming Li wasn't careful when tossing him, so the unfortunate Qin Yu hit his head on a corner of the carriage and then closed his angry eyes.
Ming Li looked at the unconscious person in the carriage and let out an awkward cough. She then said to the guard driving the carriage, "Ahem, ahem... The Princess Consort is feeling unwell and has fainted from the pain. Please hurry and take her back to the residence and call for an imperial physician."
Hahaha! She said it wasn't intentional, but would anyone believe that...
The system in the space: "...No! Host, stop quibbling! You did it on purpose! I saw everything! You clearly saw that corner and deliberately threw Qin Yu in that direction..."
After watching the carriage drive away, Ming Li turned and melted into the crowd.
The people tracking Ming Li from the shadows looked utterly bewildered.
Where did she go? How did such a large living person vanish in the blink of an eye?!
Ming Li walked into an empty alleyway, quickly changed her clothes, and took out a thin, human-skin-mask-like item from her space and put it on her face. The next second, Ming Li's face had completely changed.
The system watching this scene from within the space was stunned and instinctively blurted out, "Holy crap! Host, where did your face go?!"
Ming Li: "..."
With a dark expression, she walked out of the alley and headed towards the liveliest part of Zhuque Avenue.
The system slipped out of the space and looked around curiously. "Host, what are you going to do..."
Before it could finish asking "what," the system's small nose suddenly twitched, sniffing the air, and then drool began to flow...