Chapter 11.0 - 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 11
Pei Ji received the three things in turn. A wooden carving of a black and white kitten, the workmanship is extremely fine, and the kitten's demeanor is lifelike. Turning it over to the base, there was also a row of small words engraved on it - “wishing husband daily happiness”.
Pei Ji's eyes slightly widened, and reached out to pick up the second thing. The second thing is a scented pouch, filled with spices and herbs that give off a pleasant aroma. The outside of the pouch is embroidered with a row of small words - “wishing husband a good night's sleep every day”.
The third piece is a packet of herbs. Written on the outside of the paper packet were the words, “take it daily to regulate the spleen and stomach”.
"Your Highness, the consort was preparing a birthday gift for you when he was out of the house!" Zhang Bo painfully said, "I think it's because he wanted to give you a surprise that the young master hesitated to say anything."
Pei Ji's grip on the packet of herbs tightened slightly, and after a long while, he placed the three items in Zhang Bo's hands, walked down the steps to Song Beiyao, and squatted down.
The young man was lying on the ground, his clothes were thin, and the wound on his back ran from his left shoulder to his right side of his waist, dripping with blood and ran so deep that the bone was visible. His eyes were tightly closed, his lips were as pale as his face, and it was as if he was lifeless.
"You......" Pei Ji's voice was low and heavy. His throat bobbed, and said no more than half a word.
Something seemed to be disintegrating bit by bit in his heart.
Soon, he took off his cloak, wrapped the young master in it, and picked him up. Song Beiyao wasn't short, but he was so light in his arms that the jagged bones in his back even pinched Pei Ji’s hands a little. (T/N: Song Beiyao was very thin, his bony back pinched Pei Ji’s hands a little.)
"Zhang Bo, go call all the physicians in the house."
"Yes, Your Highness."
"Bring the servant to the Smoke and Warmth Pavilion as well."
"Yes, Your Highness."
......
Song Beiyao felt like he was being roasted on fire.
His body hurts. His back hurts, his heart hurts, his organs hurt, his skin hurts, his bones hurt, it hurts all over, inside and out.
There's a lot of light in front of him, and every now and then he hears a few "I can't", "I'm trying my best", "I can't, there’s nothing I can do”/.
Like all those doctors he had heard running around the hospital when he was first diagnosed with terminal lung cancer.
He didn't give up on the treatment in the first place, but he just couldn't be cured and had no choice but to accept this and give up.
He's not willing to accept this either. How could he be willing to die like this?
Somehow, there was a sudden sharp pain in his back, as if he had been cut open by a knife. He half-opened his mouth and let out a soft "Ouch".
Then he felt something cold land on his cheek. He reached out and grabbed it, and then refused to let go.
“Your Royal Highness, the consort is already weak and sickly, and this time the injury is more serious, although the wound has been treated, there is no guarantee that it will not be infected and inflamed. The first few nights are the most dangerous. This humble servant suggests sending someone to watch. It’s for the best.” The Imperial Physician from the palace said with a straight face.
Pei Ji lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the hand that Song Beiyao had grabbed him with. It was as white as lard, the fingers were slender and long, and the back of the hand had protruding bones and clearly visible veins, which showed the owner's thinness.
"Your Highness, this humble servant will hand over the several prescriptions of the young master to the servants in the mansion." That Imperial Physician added.
Pei Ji gave a simple "hmm".
The door closed.
Pei Ji wanted to take his hand back, but Song Beiyao unconsciously gripped it even harder, indirectly saying "don't go".
There was a charcoal basin placed by the bed. The upper half of the young master’s body is exposed, revealing the entire back that is tight and thin, the skin is white as warm jade, delicate and smooth. Shoulders are not too wide, down into an extremely narrow waist, with a hideous wound diagonally through the back.
The last sword wound on his left shoulder had not yet healed, and there was already a new wound. Pei Ji watched steadily for a while, then the door was pushed open from the outside, and with a slight sidestep, he pulled his hand away from Song Beiyao's.
Zhang Bo walked in, stopped at the bedside, looked at Song Beiyao's situation, his heart heavy. "Your Highness, I’ve sent some people to look at Ce-jun’s servant. The physician said his bones were hard, nothing serious. On the contrary, Ce-jun’s side ......"
"Have the subordinate who went to the other courtyard last time come and keep watch all night." Pei Ji spoke quietly, "Find another person to rotate during the day."
Zhang Bo knew in his heart that His Highness the Crown Prince was talking about Li Liansheng, the boy he was quite relieved about, so he said, "Yes, Your Highness."
Pei Ji was still standing in front of the bed, his gaze falling on Song Beiyao, not knowing what he was thinking.
Zhang Bo thought for a moment and reminded, "Your Highness, right now it's almost past the hour, and tomorrow there will be an early morning court. Your Highness, why don't you take a rest first, tonight the Yannuan Pavilion has old slaves guarding it." (T/N Yannuan Pavilion = Smoke Warmth Pavilion)
Pei Ji sniffed, retracted his eyes from Song Beiyao, and left the house saying, “Thank you for your hard work, Zhang Bo.”.
Song Beiyao woke up on the third night. When he woke up, he first looked at the gray number in the lower left corner, -189. He saw Li Liansheng sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at him without moving.
"......" He coughed a few times, his back hurting so badly that he couldn't move in the slightest. Li Liansheng was sluggish for half a beat before he finally reacted, excitedly saying, "You– you've finally woken up!"
After saying that, Li Liansheng stood up and was about to run out.
"Wait." Song Beiyao weakly called out to him, "Come back."
Li Liansheng obediently walked back and re-sat on the edge of the bed, "I'm not leaving, I just want to go out and inform the guards that you've woken up, it's a command from His Highness the Crown Prince."
Song Beiyao remained lying on his back and took a moment to look at his surroundings. This room was obviously much more spacious than the one in the courtyard, the interior was beautifully decorated, and even the bed underneath was much softer.
"Where is this?" He asked, "How many days have I slept?"
"Ce-jun, this is the Smoke Warming Pavilion, you've been sleeping for two days and two nights."
"Where's Ling Feng?" Song Beiyao asked again.
Li Liansheng said, "Ling Feng is in the other room. Ce-jun must not worry, Ling Feng has been able to get out of bed and walk around, and he even came to see you in the afternoon."
Song Beiyao asked again, "Has the Crown Prince visited me in the past two days?"
Li Liansheng nodded his head repeatedly, "Yes, he has come over here! His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is busy during the day, so he comes over to see you in the evenings!"
"What about today?"
"His highness hasn’t come over yet, I guess he’ll be here in a little while."
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