Chapter 13 - 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 13

"What are you thinking about? You’ve been frowning for a while and you aren’t loosening up." Ling Feng hopped to the front.

"Thinking about…" Song Beiyao looked around and pointed to the room adjacent to the main house and asked, "Are you living in that room now?"

"Yeah. It's so cozy. I finally don’t have to share a bed with you!"

"Then that empty room next to it, clean it up and make it a study for me." Song Beiyao said.

Ling Feng glanced at him, "Don’t make me clean it. If you want that room to be cleaned, then clean it yourself."

"Ling Feng, I'm still injured." Song Beiyao tugged at the corner of Ling Feng's coat.

"Then you can clean it up yourself when you're healed." Ling Feng brushed it aside.

"Ling Feng-didi~" Song Beiyao's voice was much softer, and his tone was a bit more crisp than usual. (T/N: Didi = little brother)

Ling Feng's ears reddened, "You– you talk to me properly! I’ll help you clean up." Ling Feng immediately ran away.

Song Beiyao looked at Ling Feng's back, was stunned for a moment, then he smiled. So this was the power of spoiling?

......

After the evening meal, it was dark.

Pei Ji left the dining hall and went straight to the Smoke Warming Pavilion. The three rooms in the courtyard are all brightly lit inside, and the boy who normally guards the front of the main house is not there, so Qu Lan asks, "Your Highness, do you want my subordinates to go ahead and knock on the door?"

"No need." Pei Ji swept the door of the main house, which was slightly cracked open, "He's not in there."

Turning toward the room on the far side of the road. Just outside the door, the door of the house was opened from the inside, and the boy walked out with a porcelain bowl, a few muffled coughs leaking out from the doorway.

Li Liansheng had just closed the door and turned his head to see Pei Ji, shivering with fear, hurriedly saluted, and was about to open his mouth when Pei Ji raised his hand to interrupt him and said softly, "He's inside?"

Li Liansheng nodded.

Pei Ji waved his hand, signaling him to go out. Qu Lan guarded the door as Pei Ji pushed it open and walked in.

It wasn't a big room, but it was cleaned up. A row of bookshelves was placed by the wall, the top was empty, and tables and chairs were placed in the center. On the table was ink, paper, and inkstones, and Song Beiyao was standing beside the table, putting up his brush to draw.

His long hair was casually half-tied into a bun, with the remaining half hanging down by his ear. The whole person was concentrating hard, gazing at the paper with his eyes downcast, the tip of his brush was like a dragon and snake traveling, sketching out a strong pine covered with snow.

It was just like the pine tree in the courtyard of the Smoke and Warmth Pavilion.

He didn't look up when he heard the door open, but only said softly, "What's wrong Li Liansheng, is there anything else?"

Hearing no reply, he let out a light breath after he finished embellishing the branches and looked up to catch a glimpse of the tall, hard man, whose eyes staring darkly at the painting.

The pen snapped and fell onto the paper, the ink swept across and quickly stained the entire painting. Pei Ji lifted his eyes from the painting and saw Song Beiyao's instantly pale face. That jade-like face was no longer looking at him with a full smile like before, but with fear, panic, and a forced composure.

Pei Ji could feel that Song Beiyao's eyelashes were trembling uncontrollably. A trace of annoyance swiftly rose in Pei Ji’s heart, but he quickly suppressed it and attributed it to the fact that he didn't see the proper expression on that bright beautiful face.

He didn't realize that his face was getting colder and harder.

Song Beiyao looked like a child who had made a mistake, helplessly looking down at the suddenly destroyed paintings. Looking up at Pei Ji, with lips devoid of blood, he half-opened his mouth and only said, "Your Highness."

"Why is seeing this king like seeing an evil spirit?" Pei Ji's voice was extremely low.

Song Beiyao blinked slowly, seemingly pondering how to answer, obviously not as comfortable as before when facing Pei Ji.

After a long time, he finally made up his mind in general, and slowly opened his mouth, "I'm afraid of being too casual and upsetting Your Highness again. Your Highness still suspects that I am– cough- am– cough cough cough…"

In the middle of the sentence, he covered his lips and coughed, and in the twinkling of an eye, he coughed his lungs out and came up for air, and it was hard for him to slow down to recover.

Seeing him like this, Pei Ji's expression eased a little and said, "That day it was this king who misjudged you."

Song Beiyao covered his chest and dryly pulled out a smile, "It's fine."

Pei Ji clenched his fist falsely and took a deep breath, "Your gift is received by this king."

Song Beiyao looked stunned for a moment, soon his eyes flashed shyness, and he hung his head in panic. He raised his eyes somewhat expectantly, and asked carefully, "Does Your Highness…like it?"

His little expressions fell one by one into Pei Ji's eyes, and Pei Ji did not answer directly, but asked, "That wood carving, where did you find someone to carve it?"

Song Beiyao lowered his eyes, "I carved it myself."

Pei Ji's gaze stared at Song Beiyao's face for a brief moment, quickly looking to the side again, "You put your heart into it..."

Like or dislike, not a word was answered.

Song Beiyao smiled bitterly, "It was me who was abrupt and even carved words like that on the base, forgetting that Your Highness disliked me calling you husband. If it's convenient, may I please ask your highness to give me the wood carving for a moment and I'll remove those words."

"No need." Pei Ji said in a deep voice, "How you want to address this king is your choice."

A flash of delight suddenly surfaced in Song Beiyao's eyes, "Your Highness means that I can call you husband?"

Until this moment, Pei Ji was like seeing a hint of the past mold in Song Beiyao.

He didn't have much expression on his face, "It's just a name."

Song Beiyao looked like he was instantly wrapped in great joy, happily bouncing in place for a moment, and then quickly coughed out heavily, his body falling straight to the side.

Pei Ji took two steps forward and held him up. Song Beiyao's head suddenly rested against Pei Ji's neck, his breath coming in sharp and gasping gasps, each breath felt on top of Pei Ji's neck.

Pei Ji's throat rolled up and down as he picked the person up in a cross body and indifferently said, "Don't hold on if your body isn't well."

Song Beiyao weakly tugged on Pei Ji's collar, her lips against his ear, "Husband, I carved that wood carving for four whole hours, that's why I returned to the house that late."

His voice was soft and gentle, quite a bit of petulance, "My fingers got cut a few times… do you like the carving, husband?"

The faint scent of medicine mixed with the smell of blood, and an unknown fragrance drilled into his nose, and faint breaths came in his ears one after the other.

This belated explanation, told to him in such a way, Pei Ji only felt as if his heart was soaked into warm water.

After a while he answered, with a hint of rasp in his voice, he said, "Well, I like it."

The person in his arms did not move. He lowered his head and saw that young master in his arms had fallen asleep, his head resting on his shoulder, the green silk spread out. The pair of enchanting eyes were tightly closed. He looks much better behaved, even the tear mole at the end of the eyes looks a little pathetic.

Pei Ji retracted his eyes and carried the person out of the study and into the main room to put him on the bed, after which his gaze lingered on Song Beiyao for a moment then he turned around to leave the Smoke Warming Pavilion.

It was still snowing outside, Pei Ji was speechless all the way, walking on the snowy path of the Crown Prince's residence, but not entering the house.

Qu Lan followed behind his master and softly inquired, "Why is Your Highness like this? HAs something happened?"

"Qu Lan, this king sent you to investigate Song Beiyao earlier. How is your investigation going?" Pei Ji said.

"Back to Your Highness, the portrait given by the court painter of the Summoning Kingdom has arrived."

Pei Ji paused in his steps, "How is it?"

Qu Lan replied, "My subordinate has seen it, and the fourth prince of the Summoning Kingdom in the portrait is indeed the young master without a doubt. The portrait is currently still with my subordinate, and my subordinate will take it to Your Highness."

"No need." Pei Ji continued to walk forward, "Let's put it at your place first."

"Yes." Qu Lan said with some hesitation, "Your Highness, the scouts also reported a matter...."

"What is it?"

"The fourth prince has been weak and sickly since childhood, when he was seven years old he was sent out of the palace. We do not know what he did outside the palace, but it seemed to be that he returned to the palace at fifteen years old. After returning to the palace, his body had become better. It seems that the current frail body of the prince is because of the old illness resurfacing once again."

Pei Ji nodded slightly, "Got it, continue to send people to inquire about what happened to him outside the palace."

"Yes, Your Highness."

......

After Pei Ji left, Song Beiyao slowly opened his eyes and the number in the lower left corner changed to -184.

[Host, it's like I'm starting to get what you meant by putting in a long line to catch a big fish. It seems like the Qi Luck Value has been going higher quicker.] The system's tone was not as broken as it was earlier.

Song Beiyao flopped down on the bed, his head resting on his arm, closing his eyes and lazily saying, "Where is this going?"

The wound on his body had not yet healed, and he still has the old disease and his new disease. Tonight in the study, he really was tired and was about to fall asleep in Pei Ji’s arms for real.

[I'm now looking forward to your rise more and more!] The system was excited, [You won't really end up doing that with Pei Ji, right?]

"What, getting laid?" Song Beiyao raised his eyebrows, "It's not unacceptable if the situation calls for it."

The system whispered, [Host, you have to know, I detected here that Pei Ji is already very strong, the actual situation is even more… You really aren’t afraid that he might… ah...]

Song Beiyao smiled, "Didn't you also say that you have to have a positive 100 Qi Luck Value to sleep with him? By the time my body recovers, I might be able to suppress him."

[...... still thinking of suppressing him??]

“If I really can’t suppress him, I can just run away. What use are these two long legs if I can’t run away?" Song Beiyao's voice was full of tiredness, "Not to say, this is all a matter for later ......"

Song Beiyao slept heavily that night.

He dreamed of the time when he first started his career, no fame and no backstage, only his face and body, a lot of people wanted to steal and rule him, they were all rejected by him.

The toughest time, he broke a couple of ribs of a male investor who was groping his ass in the bathroom and he almost got arrested, then the guy saved him.

What he owes that man, he's afraid he won't be able to pay it back over several lifetimes.

When he woke up, his eyes were so hazy that he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality for a while.

"Oh my god, Song Beiyao, are you crying?" Ling Feng's voice was in his ears, Song Beiyao touched his eyes, and his palms were indeed moist.

He hadn't shed a normal tear in a long, long time. Even if there was a buildup of emotions, He could release them after shooting a few crying scenes.

In front of the bed, Ling Feng stared at him with a rare face, "You were crying in your sleep, what did you dream about?"

Song Beiyao wasn't used to this out-of-control look of his being seen. Turning his head to the inside of the bed, he said to Ling Feng, "You go out first, Ling Feng."

"Che, okay. I just came to tell you that tomorrow is Pei Ji's birthday, and just now a guard came to inform you that you should go to the dining hall tomorrow night for the evening meal." Ling Feng said.

"Got it."

The day went by extremely fast.

Perhaps because of the dream, Song Beiyao was not in high spirits the whole day. Ling Feng saw it in his eyes, and even though he’s used to bickering and saying mean things to Song Beiyao, he actually tried his best to make Song Beiyao happy.

It was snowing outside the house, and it was freezing cold, so after lunch, Song Beiyao locked himself into his study. Ling Feng knocked on the door several times, but Song Beiyao refused to let Ling Feng in on the grounds that he was busy.

When it got dark and the evening meal was sent over, Song Beiyao still didn't come out of the house, Ling Feng went to knock on the door again, "Dinner's here, there's the braised pork you love to eat at night."

There was no response from the house, Ling Feng shouted again, "Hey, no matter what, don’t take it out on the food!" Still no one answered, he felt a bad feeling and hurriedly opened the door to go in. The charcoal fire in the room had long been extinguished, and it was no warmer than outside. Song Beiyao was lying on the table, his eyes closed tightly, cheeks red.

Ling Feng rushed forward to check the situation. Song Beiyao had somehow started a high fever and his forehead was burning. Ling Feng immediately put the person on his back and went back to the main house, asking Li Liansheng to go and call Dr. Tan.

Song Beiyao’s temperature was so hot that he was delirious, and the injury on his back hadn't healed either, so he could only lie down on the bed. Perhaps he was pressing on something, he soon coughed so much that he looked like he was going to die. Ling Feng was so anxious that he scratched his head, but fortunately, Dr. Tan came soon.

Things also quickly reached Pei Ji's ears.

Pei Ji was having dinner in the dining hall, and Xiao Yun was talking about how many expensive gifts he had prepared for him tomorrow. He had many sea pearls he had shipped from the cloud country, and many horses shipped from the Chu country. Xiao Yun was bragging about all of that.