Chapter 11.5 - 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 11.5

Song Beiyao slowly closed his eyes, "If His Highness comes in the next two days, just say that I'm not feeling well and let him return first."

"Why is that?" Li Liansheng looked puzzled, "You, you, your highness, he rarely ......"

Li Liansheng was speechless. He has also heard what happened in the pavilion two days ago. The consort can’t go out of the courtyard easily, and the crown prince is now perhaps guilty in his heart! It is the time to care for the consort, how can Ce-jun still push his highness out!?

Song Beiyao, however, didn't explain much and only weakly said, "Liansheng, I'm hungry. Go to the kitchen and get me some light porridge."

Li Liansheng really can't help it, and his mouth is stupid and can't persuade people, so he can only answer the voice and go out of the house.

As soon as the people left, the system popped out in a hurry, [Hey Host, you won't really be scared by Pei Ji? You won’t even see him?!]

Song Beiyao coughed a few times, burying his head between the pillows with a low, deep laugh between his voice.

The system was dumbfounded, [What are you laughing at?! It's over, it's over!!! You're not starting to give up on yourself, are you?! Don't forget that giving up can lead to immediate death!]

"I won this time." Song Beiyao laughed lightly.

The system was confused, [What do you mean you won? What did you win? You're injured like this and you still think you’ve won?]

"Adult games, you don't understand."

[???] What kind of bird language are you speaking?!

The system was fuming, [You refuse to see Pei Ji for the next two days. He will come once and you will refuse him, the next time you will refuse him as well. There will come a time where he won’t visit you at all! Just you wait, when the time comes, you will be crying!] 

The corners of Song Beiyao’s lips curled up, "Oh yeah?"

He was not worried about this matter. No matter if Pei Ji felt guilty or not, he still went to see Song Beiyao in person. Perhaps there is still something Pei Ji wants to say to him, and wants to ask him.

Song Beiyao continued to ask, "The Qi Luck Value has risen quite a bit, how was this triggered?"

[The Qi Luck Value increased because he carried you all the way here that night! It added 10 points directly.] 

"That’s it."

Song Beiyao lazily draped his hand over the edge of the bed and snapped his fingers, "Now I can tell you that the game has officially begun."

On the night that Song Beiyao woke up, Pei Ji finished his political affairs in the study and went to the Smoke Warming Pavilion.

The Smoke Warming Pavilion was in the east wing, and the courtyard was quite a bit larger, with a total of three rooms. The main house was Song Beiyao's residence, and when Pei Ji arrived, the lights in the house were very dim, and the subordinate who looked after Song Beiyao stood outside the door.

That servant saw him and immediately saluted him, "Your Highness the Crown Prince! The young master just woke up this night, his body was not feeling well, he ate some porridge and quickly went back to sleep. If Your Highness wants to go in, I'm afraid, I'm afraid ......"

Pei Ji stopped outside the house, saw the servant bury his head in worry and fear, and spoke, "Got it.", then he turned to leave.

On the second day, Pei Ji was in the study flipping through the paperwork, and halfway through, he called Qu Lan, who was watching outside the house, "What time is it?"

"Your Highness, it's almost the hour of midnight."

Pei Ji put away the paperwork, got up and went out of the study saying, "Go to the Smoke and Warmth Pavilion."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The lights in the main house of the Smoke and Warmth Pavilion are still not very bright. The servant guarding the door shivered as he saw Pei Ji approach. "Your Highness, the young master he has already......"

Pei Ji raised his hand slightly, interrupting him without saying a word, and turned to leave.

Only when the figure had completely disappeared did Li Liansheng enter the house.

Inside the house, Song Beiyao was lying on his back on the bed, a warm charcoal fire burning on one side, and there were fruits of various colors by the side of the bed. He was twisting a piece of purple grape off the vine and put it into his mouth, his brows and eyes squinting cozily.

Li Liansheng came to the bedside, worriedly said, "Master, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince just came and left again, this time looking not too good."

"Really? Hm, how can you tell that he doesn't look too good?" Song Beiyao spat out the grape skin then continued picking grapes off the vine

"I- I just- he just......" Li Liansheng couldn't actually say that the Crown Prince didn’t look too good. It was dark outside, and he didn't dare to look directly at His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. But just from the raised hand that interrupted him, Li Liansheng left like the Crown Prince was in a foul mood.

"You're not His Highness the Crown Prince, so how can you know what's really in his heart?" Song Beiyao laughed gently.

A superior like Pei Ji, with the power of life and death in his hands, is accustomed to burying his truest emotions into the ground.

"You've done well, Liansheng. Come and have some fruit."

Li Liansheng shook his head, "I've already eaten enough earlier, I can't eat anymore. If His Highness the Crown Prince still comes tomorrow night, will this one still say no to His Highness?"

"He shouldn't come tomorrow night." Song Beiyao said.

"Huh? This ......" Li Liansheng couldn't help but get anxious, "What can we do about this?"

"It's fine." Song Beiyao held his hand out, "Li Liansheng, help me wipe my hands, I do need to sleep too."

......

In the late afternoon of the following day, Ling Feng rolled into the main house of the Yannuan Pavilion like a gust of wind and sat on the edge of the bed sighing and sighing, not at all acting like a person who had just recovered from his injuries, "I really can't take it anymore!"

"What's wrong with you?" Song Beiyao looked at him with his head resting between his arms.

"Just Marquis Xiao, running to my room every day!" Ling Feng was speechless to the core, "I'm really annoyed by him."

Song Beiyao laughed out loud, "It's not good enough to have a beauty to accompany you?"