Chapter 10.0 - After the Sickly Beauty Transmigrated Into a Book, He Married the Arrogant Crown Prince

 After the Sickly Beauty Transmigrated Into a Book, He Married the Arrogant Crown Prince – Chapter 10

"Escaped from the mansion?" Xiao Yun's eyes turned, "Oh, so he is guilty, and that’s why he’s locked up in here. No wonder there are so many guards here. Hehe, I'll tell Ji-gege to go here now, the consort definitely didn't run far. When the consort is caught, he will be directly punished for a capital offense!"

Because of the fiasco at the study, the guards posted outside the door did not let Xiao Yun inside. But when Zhang Bo arrived, the guards moved aside to let him in the study.

"Your Highness."

After Zhang Bo went in, Peng Yu left. Pei Ji propped one hand on the table to hold his head, his eyes closed, and he wore a weary look between his brows, "What is it."

"Ce-jun......Ce-jun disappeared." Zhang Bo was a bit reluctant to open his mouth, but the matter was so important that he had to say it. (T/N: 侧君 is a title. If translated literally it means side ruler or consort)

Pei Ji didn't react, and said with his eyes closed, "Got it."

Zhang Bo was a bit stunned, "What does his highness want to do ......?"

"Nothing, let him go, let him go. This king will not pursue." Pei Ji opened his eyes, a flash of cruelty in his eyes, "Eloping with a servant is a capital offense, if he dares to return to the house, this king will kill him directly."

"！！！！"

Zhang Bo was horrified in his heart, but he could only slow down his voice and asked: ''Why did Your Highness say that? What if Ce-jun just wanted to go out of the house to have a look, or buy some things? How could he possibly elope with a servant ......."

Pei Ji sneered in his heart. Elope or not elope is just a saying, as long as Song Beiyao dares to go back to the Crown Prince's residence, he will have the rightful reason to kill him.

Just last night, after drinking wedding wine with Song Beiyao, he fell asleep and once again had that precognitive dream.

That face was exactly the same, not a hair out of place, even the mole at the end of his eye was exactly the same. There was no mercy in killing him, it was so hateful and repulsive.

In the past, he would have killed this person at their first meeting. Leaving Song Beiyao alive was only because he still had some use.

If Song Beiyao was obedient and didn't do anything out of the ordinary, it wasn't like he couldn't consider letting him live.

But right now, everything showed that his thoughts were redundant.

Yesterday, Song Beiyao was full of flowery words about a hundred years of good luck, eternal love, and being his forever, but today he is busy sneaking out of the house.

He’s unpredictable. This person, indeed, should not be kept.

Pei Ji turned over a document, staring at the words on it, his eyes growing colder and colder.

After the hour of 5 o'clock, when the sky was completely dark, a carriage slowly stopped in an alleyway outside the Crown Prince's Mansion.

"Cough, cough cough ......" Song Beiyao got off the carriage, covering his lips and coughing non stop, blood seeping out between his fingers.

Ling Feng hurriedly handed him a handkerchief, with a face at a loss for words, wrinkled an eyebrow and asked him, "What kind of medicine that suppresses martial arts is this? It's been a few days, how come the side effects are still so great…"

Song Beiyao shook his head and comforted him, "I'm too tired today, I'll be fine after some rest. Let's go, carry me into the mansion."

From the crown prince's residence west courtyard wall, they jumped over then quietly tumbled into the other courtyard, but the two have found something wrong. The other courtyard door and house door are sealed, surrounded by darkness, they can not see anything.

At this moment, several torches lit up, and a dozen gray-clothed guards with swords suddenly appeared, surrounding Song Beiyao and Lingfeng. The green-clothed first-ranked guard, Qu Lan, was among them, "Ce-jun, His Highness the Crown Prince has an invitation for you."

Song Beiyao patted Ling Feng's shoulder, "Put me down." Taking the opportunity, he whispered in his ear, "Remember what I said on the way back."

Landing on the ground, he stroked a handful of things hidden in his sleeves and said to Qu Lan, "Please lead the way."

The two were brought to a garden with an excellent view in the Crown Prince's residence. Song Beiyao hadn’t been to this place before. In the center of the large pond was a viewing platform. On the viewing platform was an exquisite and chic pavilion, surrounded by lights and wrapped in a warm stove. Under the warm yellow moonlight, people on both sides of the stone table inside the pavilion were playing weiqi against each other. (T/N: The “warm stove” is a heater)

"Awww! Nooooo! No, no, no, we have to do this again!" The young man on the left side wore a treasure blue brocade robe, shoulder sable fur collar cloak, his cheeks were reddened by the hot stove. His face was beautiful, and his expression was a bit pouty, "Ji-gege, you have to let me win!!!" You can hear his petulant and playful voice from a distance away.

The man sitting on the right side wore a black wrought robe embroidered with silver silk in the shape of a qilin, and a cloak. Even if he is sitting, his shoulders and back are straight, and he has a sharp body. His eyes lowered and fell to the board, voice low: "No, I’ve already tried to let you win but you have failed. Just don’t play weiqi anymore." (T/N: Weiqi is the Chinese version of the game go.)

"Geez, if you don't want to let me win, then don’t let me! Hmph."

Song Beiyao was escorted over there in handcuffs, he stood on the viewing platform which was a few steps away from the gazebo. He couldn't feel the heat from the heater, so when gusts of cold wind blew, he couldn't help but stifle a few coughs.

Pei Ji heard the sound and raised his eyes to look over. Opposite him, Xiao Yun was still talking, and when he saw Pei Ji looking to the side, his eyes followed Pei Ji’s.

Xiao Yun saw that several guards with swords were escorting two people standing under the gazebo, and his eyes were quickly drawn to one of them.

The man looked very young, perhaps a few years older than him, dressed in a thin white brocade robe without a cloak, his figure slender. His black hair was half loose, raised by the cold wind.

When the man finished restraining his cough, he removed his hand and raised his eyes to look above the gazebo. Xiao Yun felt that at that instant, his mind went blank.

Xiao Yun had absolutely no idea how to describe that face, all he knew was that the high wall of confidence he had accumulated over seventeen years of being appreciated for his appearance had been crushed to dust at that moment.

Stunned to the point of being lost for words, he didn't have to ask. He knew who this person was.

"Song, Song, Song ......" he stammered without realizing it. Song Beiyao glanced at him faintly, and Xiao Yun had as if hit by a headbutt, reacted at once, his face rubbed red, stomped his feet fiercely to get up, angrily rebuked, "Song Beiyao, you actually dare to come back!"

On the side, Zhang Bo looked at Song Beiyao with a worried expression, giving him several glances in a row, trying to tell him that the situation was not good.

"Zhang Bo, your eye is twitching. Do you want to ask a physician to take a look?" Pei Ji's voice rang out nonchalantly, and Zhang Bo immediately buried his head.

Song Beiyao received Zhang Bo's meaning. So far, everything was as he expected.

Pei Ji played with a few black pieces in his hands, his dark cold eyes staring at the people under the pavilion, and did not open his mouth to ask questions.

Song Beiyao spoke first. His voice was a bit hoarse from the cold wind, "Husband is really in good spirits today, enjoying the flowers and the moon and the beauty."

When the onlookers heard this, they could more or less hear a few hints of implied jealousy from the consort.

"You!!!" Xiao Yun was close to going berserk when he heard the word "husband", but once he heard the word "beauty" mentioned by Song Beiyao, his anger subsided for the most part.

Hey, he complimented me on my beauty.

Xiao Yun tugged at the corners of his lips and tilted his neck and said, "None of your business."

Song Beiyao smiled charmingly, "I'm the husband's consort, why is it none of my business?"

Xiao Yun took a look at Song Beiyao’s charming smile, and for a moment he opened and closed his mouth for a while, not knowing how to counterattack. Xiao Yun sat back on the stone bench and whined to Pei Ji, "Ji-gege, he bullied me!"

Pei Ji put the black pieces in his hand back into the weiqi box, stood up, folded his hands in front of his chest, and looked down at Song Beiyao. "Fourth Prince's preemptive strike is really powerful, why don't you also tell us what you've done today?"

Song Beiyao sniffed and slightly lowered his head, his face looking a little embarrassed.

"What, is it so difficult to recall today's events? Could it be that you went to see someone and reported on the progress of some task?" Pei Ji’s voice turned cold.