Chapter 12 - 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 12

"Beautiful? ‘Beautiful’ my ass!" Ling Feng glanced twice at Song Beiyao's face, "You know he likes Pei Ji, right?"

“Mhm.”

Ling Feng said, "So he hates you, lah! These two days he has been with me to inquire about your situation! His eyes are dripping with bad intentions. He may be thinking of things to mess with you!” 

Song Beiyao laughed again, "Why do I get the feeling that you're the one who's overthinking things?"

"You're just too soft-hearted and think too well of people." Ling Feng pounded his chest, "You don't realize until you're bullied into it!"

Song Beiyao was overjoyed, "There are grapes here, do you want some?"

"All you know is eating grapes all day long! Can eating grapes grow meat? Look at how skinny you are!" Ling Feng glanced twice at his back.

Song Beiyao raised his hand and begged for mercy, "I'm injured now, can you be gentle with me?"

Ling Feng gave a "humph" and finally lowered down his tone, "Blocking the whip with this broken body for me, you really aren’t afraid of death."

"If I didn’t block the whip for you, Pei Ji wouldn’t have stopped. Do you think you can take 50 lashes?" Song Beiyao leisurely said, "You weren’t able to take the first whip, how can you think you can take 50?”

"I-" Ling Feng turned around to look around at no one and said breathlessly, "I was just putting on a show! That guard doesn't have much internal strength, I could have easily taken 50 lashes."

Song Beiyao turned his head to the inside of the bed, "Fine, fine, I was nosy."

"I didn't mean it that way ......"

At that time, the doors of the room were pushed open. The servant that Zhang Bo sent, Li Liansheng, panicked and hurriedly told the person: “Marquis Xiao, you can’t come in! His Highness gave an command-”

"What command!? It was Ji-gege who told me to come. You unruly slave, how dare you contradict this one?!"

As soon as Ling Feng heard the voice, his face immediately collapsed and he whispered at Song Beiyao, "That person is here."

Xiao Yun broke through the boy's defense line and went inside the house, strutting towards the bed. Ling Feng immediately stood up and blocked the young marquis’ way.

"Get out of the way!" Xiao Yun glared in anger.

"I won't allow it." Ling Feng's two arms were spread out, his expression unwavering.

"You- Get out of the way!"

"I won’t."

These two were like elementary school chickens fighting. Song Beiyao couldn't stand to watch, and spoke, "Ling Feng, you shall not be rude to Marquis Xiao. Stand down."

Ling Feng immediately looked like a defeated rooster and said breathlessly, "Yes." and he stepped aside.

Xiao Yun grunted, his head raised higher. He walked to the bed, looked askance at Song Beiyao's back, thinking: How can a person’s waist be this thin?! What a vixen, he is surely thinking of ways to seduce Ji-gege!

He shouted in a hoarse voice and said, "Song Beiyao, don't think that marrying Brother Ji will do anything! You also saw that night, Ji-gege doesn't like you at all, and it's impossible for him to like you! Let me tell you, before long, I'm going to marry into the Crown Prince's residence and become the Crown Princess!"

In contrast, Song Beiyao said in a warm voice, "There are grapes here, especially big and sweet, want to eat some?"

"Oh, I’ll have one." After receiving the grapes from Song Beiyao's hand, Xiao Yun reacted to what he had done, tilted his head in regret for a second, and continued to raise his voice. "Don't pretend to be a good person here! I've seen a lot of people like this, and I won’t fall for it. Also, I don’t eat grapes!"

"How old are you this year?" Song Beiyao was facing sideways, his ebony hair scattered on the side of his face, his eyes looking at Xiao Yun tenderly.

Xiao Yun couldn't help but blurt out, "Seventeen." And then he inclined his head again, repenting for a second.

"Only seventeen, what a good age." Song Beiyao looked at him with a smile, "Our Ling Feng is also almost seventeen. And he mentioned you to me, saying that he gets along well with you."

Ling Feng looked back and forth between Song Beiyao and Xiao Yun. His inner turmoil could not be described with words.

Xiao Yun's overbearing aura weakened a lot, then shyly looked at Ling Feng and said, "Yes."

Ling Feng closed his eyes. Song Beiyao, you have harmed me.

Xiao Yun took out a bottle of ointment from his bosom and put it beside the bed, squirming, "Seeing that you're hurt like this, I came to deliver this to you. They say that it's very effective in removing scars."

Soon, he came to his senses again and once again regained his temper and said, "Hmph, I originally didn't want to give it to you, but then I saw how pitiful you are."

"Then thank you so much, you're very nice." Song Beiyao said with a serious expression.

Xiao Yun's small face blushed and happily left the Smoke Warming Pavilion.

"Song Beiyao, why did you say that to him?" Ling Feng's grumbling gaze was cast.

"Because he is the son of the Marquis of Nan’an." Song Beiyao said slowly, "The Marquis of Nan'an is a first-ranked military marquis who is friendly with Pei Ji, so if you want to accomplish your mission better, try not to make enemies with him."

“Fine.”

Song Beiyao closed his eyes, "You go out first, I'm a bit tired and want to rest a bit more."

"Oh, okay."

The door to the house closed and silence returned to the surroundings, the rich scent of medicine in the house tantalizing the mind.

In the original text, Marquis Nan'an was Pei Ji's military counselor. In the late stage of the struggle to seize the throne, the third prince launched a mutiny and attacked the city, the Marquis of Nan'an and his father and son went to the battlefield and both died in the battle, which helped Pei Ji to finally ascend the throne.

Song Beiyao slowly opened his eyes and picked up a grape from the low table next to the bed and put it into his mouth, enjoying this moment of peace.

Who lives and who dies in the book, and what does it have to do with him? He only needs to make sure Pei Ji lives smoothly.

......

In the evening, in the dining hall, Xiao Yun was so happy with his meal that he hummed a little song.

Pei Ji looked askance at him, and he immediately stopped humming and asked with a beak, "Ji-gege, why don't you ask me why I'm so happy today?"

Pei Ji coldly said, "You will go ahead and say it anyway even if I don’t ask. No need for this king to ask more."

"Hmph, then I will not say anything this time." Xiao Yun secretly grumbled.

After holding back for not much longer, seeing that Pei Ji remained indifferent, he had no choice, "I went to the Smoke Warming Pavilion today."

Saying that, he carefully glanced at Pei Ji's expression.

Brother Ji is so good looking, such a handsome face, simply a gift from heaven. Those dark and deep eyes, cold and indifferent when looking at people, as if nothing could be put in his heart.

It's hard to imagine what he'd look like, what he'd do, what kind of eyes he'd look at if he were in love with someone.

"You went, then what?" Pei Ji did not raise his eyes to look at him, and simply asked casually.

Xiao Yun looked at Pei Ji in a daze and said, "And then I did that Ji-gege asked me to do.”

"The ointment arrived?"

"Uh-huh."

"How is he?"

"He–"Xiao Yun snapped back, "Ji-gege, why do you care so much about him, and why did you give him that expensive ointment?"

Zhang Bo interjected from the side: "Marquis Xiao, His Highness can’t be considered too concerned. Ce-jun got whipped for nothing. It's not wrong to inquire about the situation, right?"

"Hmph, I don't think Song Beiyao is hurt badly at all. He's just selling misery, trying to cause Ji-gege heartache!" Xiao Yun huffed.

Pei Ji said nonchalantly, "Can he get out of bed?"

"Not really."

"Can he get dressed?"

"No..."

Pei Ji set aside his chopsticks, "Is that not heavily injured?"

"...... " Xiao Yun didn't say anything else.

Pei Ji stood up and walked outside, and Xiao Yun shouted after him, "Ji-gege, where are you going? You're not going to see him, are you?!"

Pei Ji did not turn around, his back was erect and welded, his voice slightly cold: "Xiao Yun, mind yourself." Then he stepped out.

"Hmph!" Xiao Yun was so angry that he threw his chopsticks to the floor, "Ji-gege didn't treat me like this before, it's all because of that Song Beiyao!"

Zhang Bo hurriedly picked up the chopsticks and grasped them in his hand to prevent them from being thrown again, "Young Marquis, what are you getting angry about here? His Highness is the Crown Prince, you can't control him, nor can you control what he's going to do."

"I'm just upset, I just don't want him to see Song Beiyao!" Xiao Yun was about to cry with anger, "Last year, I accidentally broke my leg when I came to the mansion and recuperated for more than a month, and Ji-gege only visited me once. But Ji-gege visits Song Beiyao every day, what right does he have! Boohooooo...... I've known Ji-gege since I was eight years old."

"But that one is the consort ah, it's His Highness's wife. How could His Highness treat him the same as other people?" Zhang Bo said with a headache.

"Huhuhuhuhu, I don't care. When I get back, I'll tell my father to ask His Majesty for marriage. I want to be the Crown Princess, and I also want to be his wife! Huhuhuhu..."

Zhang Bo didn't say anything.

"Zhang Bo......" Xiao Yun cried with a sob, "I haven't eaten enough, give me the chopsticks."

"...... I'll go get a new pair for the young marquis."

......

In the winter, it gets dark early, and before 5 o’clock, the sky is already completely dark.

The evening meal time of the Prince's residence is set with Pei Ji's time. If Pei Ji is busy in the daytime, back to the house late, the dinner time is also late. If he is back to the house early, the earliest dinner time will be available at 5 o'clock. If there is a banquet outside, Pei Ji will also notify Zhang Bo in advance that the evening meal is not necessary today.

Originally, there was only one master in the Crown Prince's residence, but now there are two. But Song Beiyao wasn’t summoned to the dining hall for meals. Instead, the servants bring the meals directly to the young master.

After Pei Ji came out of the dining hall, he took a shallow walk in the mansion, and without realizing it, he walked to the Smoke Warming Pavilion.

He stopped outside the courtyard and did not step inside. Looking at it from a distance, the main house was still lit up.

"Your Highness, aren't you going in?" Servant Qu Lan asked from the side.

Pei Ji's dark and sunken eyes stared at the main house for a moment and retracted his gaze, "I won't go today."

Snow once again fell upon Lidu at night. A thick layer of snow accumulated in the courtyard and if you stepped on it, a pit would easily form.

Winter is bitterly cold, flowers and plants withered. In the courtyard of the Smoke and Warmth Pavilion, only a bare pine tree stands.

Song Beiyao's wounds had already scabbed over from the inside out. This body is younger, and it was a base for martial arts in the past. That along with the healing ointment caused the young master to quickly recover until he could wear loose clothes, and get up from the bed and walk around.

But then he looked at Ling Feng, as if he hadn't been injured, taking a broom to sweep the snow, moving things around, cleaning up the house, with no trouble at all.

After all, if you really know martial arts, it's not the same. Maybe if my “Qi Luck Value” is higher and my body is all healed up, I can ask Ling Feng to teach me some moves. Then when I get back to the modern times, I’ll be able to act in an ancient costume drama.

Ling Feng was busy working left and right, then he shivered with the cold feeling of someone watching him. He turned around and saw Song Beiyao staring at him with a deep gaze, as if he was thinking about something.

He quietly gripped a handful of snow, wandered over to Song Beiyao, and sprinkled a handful onto him, "What are you staring at me for?"

Snow quickly fell from his clothes as Song Beiyao leisurely said, "Childish."

"Che, you’re just one year older than me, and you’re calling me childish… What about you, huh?" Ling Feng was unconvinced.

"I'm older ...... than you by more than six years." Song Beiyao suddenly realized that according to his original age, he and Pei Ji are actually the same age. But after transmigrating into the novel, he is eighteen, a total of five years younger than Pei Ji, and Pei Ji took advantage of this.