My Promotion Story Through Time Travel

Chapter 187 A Messy Plot

Lin Ziping calmed himself down and began to sort out the matter from the moment he met Qi San.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Qi San had foreseen this ending.

Then why tell yourself to run?

He suddenly realized that if the "anger" of people like Li Zhen outside did not subside, he would be the next scapegoat for those who preyed on the people, disregarded the law, and issued false orders!

Thinking of this, Lin Ziping spontaneously uttered several verses of traditional Chinese culture.

"Miss Qiongying, why did His Highness the Sixth Prince assign me to protect you?" Lin Ziping continued to ask questions, turning into a walking encyclopedia of inquiries.

Li Qiongying put down the book in her hand and teased, "Maybe it's because it's safe here, or maybe they think that Young Master Lin is not capable enough and would be a hindrance if he stayed on site?"

This……

Talk nonsense.

Lin Ziping gave an awkward, silly laugh.

Li Qiongying picked up the tongs on the table and reached out to poke at the charcoal fire in the stove.

Her sleeve slipped down, revealing a red bracelet on her wrist.

Lin Ziping's gaze fell on him, but remembering the man's current identity, he quickly looked away.

At first glance, I realized that the bracelet looked quite similar to the one she had given me for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Thinking of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the scene of Lin Zhong meeting Li Qiongying came to mind again.

The doubts that had been suppressed in my heart, instead of dissipating over time, grew stronger and stronger.

Lin Ziping glanced at Li Qiongying furtively. Now that they were business partners, asking about personal matters to further bridge the gap between them shouldn't be a bad idea, right?

His mouth opened and closed countless times, but each time the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back.

At the moment of conflict between heaven and man.

Li Qiongying said, "Rongrong, go check on Honghong, and then have Xiaotao arrange some food to come over."

Lin Ziping estimated the time; it was lunchtime, probably close to noon.

"It's already noon, and I suppose there's nothing else to do. Ziping will take his leave," Lin Ziping said, clasping his hands in a fist salute.

Li Qiongying urged, "Let's eat here. You've protected me for so long, and all you've done is drink tea. People will laugh at me if word gets out."

He then turned to Hu Rongrong and said, "Rongrong, why don't you have dinner with me too?"

Hu Rongrong laughed and said, "In that case, I'll benefit from Lord Lin's favor. The chefs at Fuchun Restaurant probably won't have time to cook today. I'll go find Xiao Tao to check on things."

After saying this, Hu Rongrong gave a slight curtsy and gracefully departed.

"Young Master Lin, please don't refuse," Li Qiongying said with a smile.

He casually added some more tea to Lin Ziping's teacup.

Seeing this, Lin Ziping could only sit down with his legs crossed.

He smiled gratefully, but tears were streaming down his face.

Who understands the feeling of not being able to go to the toilet first thing in the morning?

Li Qiongying turned the pages of the book with a "rustling" sound.

Lin Ziping was restless.

Finally, Lin Ziping said, "Miss Qiongying, I have to go out for a while. Please excuse me."

Li Qiongying's gaze remained fixed on the book in her hands as she said, "There is a servant's quarters in the courtyard."

"Thank you," Lin Ziping replied casually.

He turned and walked outside.

The moment he stepped out of the door, Lin Ziping stopped in his tracks: "Miss Qiongying, is this your courtyard?"

"Don't worry, it's safe here," Li Qiongying's voice came from behind.

Lin Ziping was startled and involuntarily clenched his fists, feeling as if time around him had stopped.

“You go first, I’ll wait for you here,” Li Qiongying continued.

A thousand thoughts raced through Lin Ziping's mind, but in the end, he succumbed to the throbbing sensation in his lower abdomen.

"Okay," Lin Ziping said, striding out of the house.

After resolving his personal matters, Lin Ziping straightened his clothes.

The chilly air in the courtyard helped me clear my head considerably.

Lin Ziping scooped up a handful of snow from a tree, let it melt in his hands, and patted his cold hands on his forehead.

Feeling dizzy or lightheaded can be detrimental to a conversation.

Lin Ziping returned to the house.

Li Qiongying continued to hold the book and carefully flip through it.

This time, Lin Ziping didn't ask any questions. He walked over and sat down in a chair with an air of nonchalance.

"Miss Qiongying knows I am a woman?" Lin Ziping asked first.

There was no respect in his tone; his biggest secret had already been revealed, so why bother with formalities and social niceties?

“Yes, I know you are a woman.” Li Qiongying put down the book in her hand.

Lin Ziping stared intently at her, his hand involuntarily resting on the knife at his waist.

“Young Master Lin, I know you are skilled in martial arts, but this is not a good place to fight,” Li Qiongying said. “It is safe here for both of us.”

Lin Ziping, unsure whether she was telling the truth or not, weighed the pros and cons and placed his hand on the table.

He laughed and said, "Miss Qiongying, you flatter me. I'm just an ordinary yamen runner, and I'll have to rely on you from now on. How could I dare to offend you? Haha..."

"Besides, we're all friends." Lin Ziping picked up his teacup and took a sip. "It really is good tea."

Li Qiongying refilled Lin Ziping's tea: "If you like it, drink more. Speaking of which, I might be your older sister."

"Sister?" Lin Ziping asked in confusion.

"Hmm, it could be my cousin, or it could be my maternal cousin," Li Qiongying said.

Lin Ziping exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Then I'm really lucky to have such a beautiful older sister. From now on, I won't be Miss Qiongying anymore, I should be Miss Qiongying."

Li Qiongying looked up at Lin Ziping with a frown.

Lin Ziping allowed her to look him over without any hesitation.

"How did Lin Zhonghe and Liao Qingyu teach you all these years? How did you learn at Moshan Academy? Are you blaming me with this sarcastic tone?" Li Qiongying said, frowning.

Uh... was the young lady being sarcastic?

Lin Ziping thought for a moment, and it seemed like there was still a little bit of resentment in his heart.

"No, I just suddenly found out I might have a relative, so I was quite excited," Lin Ziping casually made up.

Not wanting to argue about something so pointless, I figured I should just ask her about Lin Zhong. The conversation had already reached this point, so there was no point in dwelling on it.

Then Lin Ziping continued, "Sister Qiongying, can you tell me what happened?"

"What do you want to know?" Li Qiongying asked.

Lin Ziping thought for a moment: "Tell me first, what is your relationship with Lin Zhong? Or what is our relationship with Lin Zhong?"

"You saw it all that night on Mid-Autumn Festival?" Li Qiongying asked.

Lin Ziping shook his head: "No, wait for my sister to explain it to me."

Li Qiongying sighed.

Have you ever heard of the Cui family?

Lin Ziping thought for a moment and then pulled out the palace secrets that Ji Xun had told him back then.

Could I really be related to the Cui family?

Indeed, time travel is only worthwhile if it doesn't involve melodramatic plot twists.

Lin Ziping conjured up a series of heart-wrenching love stories involving real and fake heiresses, a former dynasty princess, and a runaway sweetheart.

Then, when I switched the protagonist's position to my own, I felt a chill run down my spine.

Shaking away the jumbled thoughts in his mind, Lin Ziping rubbed the goosebumps on his hands and asked, "That Cui from Gao Chi's maternal clan?"

Li Qiongying nodded.

“We are both descendants of the Cui family, but I am from the direct line and you are from the indirect line,” Li Qiongying said.

"When the emperor confiscated property and exterminated families, you and I were sent away. I was sent to the Li family, and you were taken away by Lin Zhong."

"I see." Lin Ziping stroked his chin. "Then why are Lin Zhong and Granny Liao following me?"