After the Sickly Beauty Transmigrated Into a Book, He Married the Arrogant Crown Prince – Chapter 15
"Okay, distribute it according to what he said." Pei Ji finished eating a piece, twisted his fingers and seemed to be able to fondle the petals of the pear.
"Yes, Your Highness." Ling Feng picked up a piece in turn and handed it to Zhang Bo and Qu Lan respectively before finally walking over to Xiao Yun and handing over the Pear Blossom Crisp.
Xiao Yun is sworn not to obey, neck twisted, not looking at Ling Feng. "I said I don’t want to eat it! Did you not hear me?"
"If you don't eat it, that means you don’t want a share in the Crown Prince’s joy." Ling Feng lowered his voice to viciously threaten him.
"You…"Xiao Yun's loud mouth deflated, only to reach out and take the piece of pastry, looking like he was about to be tortured by the small crisp. He ate a small bite, and then with an incredulous face ate another mouthful, and then another mouthful.
When he was done eating, he looked at his hand, a little ruefully, and looked up at the last piece left on the round plate.
Xiao Yun wanted to ask for it, but it was from Song Beiyao, and after some agonizing, he racked up his brain to say something. "It's too hard to eat, Ji-gege would not like it. I’ll help finish it.”
Pei Ji picked up the Peach Blossom Crisp and put it into the bowl, the meaning is self-evident.
Ling Feng put the plate away, picked up the food box, and gave Pei Ji a respectful farewell. Pei Ji called out to him and asked, "How is the situation of your master today?"
Ling Feng said, "He’s better than yesterday, but still coughing constantly. He has no appetite for food, and he vomits when he takes a bite.”
Pei Ji frowned slightly and said to Zhang Bo, "Zhang Bo, take Ling Feng on a trip to the Night Pavilion and find the medicine that the Yun Kingdom envoys sent last time and bring them to the Yannuan Pavilion."
Zhang Bo thought briefly and confirmed to Pei Ji, "Is it the medicine your highness is talking about the Divine Spirit Elixir that is said to be able to cure a hundred diseases, detoxify a hundred poisons, and is the only one of its kind in the world?"
When Xiao Yun heard this, he couldn't sit still, "Ji-gege, you can't just give Song Beiyao such a precious elixir! What if you get sick in the future, what then?"
"Blah blah blah!" Zhang Bo hurriedly interrupted him, "His Highness the Crown Prince's golden dragon protects his body, how could there be a time when he needs to use this elixir?"
"But…" Xiao Yun was at a loss for words.
"Go." Pei Ji waved his hand, picked up his chopsticks, picked up the Pear Blossom Crisp, and took a bite, his eyes flashing a complex look.
As soon as Ling Feng returned to the Yannuan Pavilion, he shoved the medicine bottle into Song Beiyao's hands, and said with a look of displeasure. "When you asked the kitchen to prepare the Pear Blossom Crisps day after day, I thought it was especially for me to eat. So day after day I shoved those pastries down my throat so that you wouldn’t get sad. Turns out, I was being overly sentimental!”
Song Beiyao laid on his side on the bed couch, opened the lid of the bottle and looked at it, inside was a pill. Puzzled, he asked, "What is this?"
"Are you listening to me or not?" Ling Feng snatched the pill bottle away.
"I’m listening, ah." Song Beiyao propped up his chin with one hand, looking at him with a smile on his brow, "It was meant to be made for you to eat. Today is Pei Ji’s birthday, so we made him some too to get him on our good side. Don’t forget the reason we entered the Prince’s mansion in the first place.”
"Of course I won't forget. It's not advisable to scare the snakes in the early stages, that's why I didn't act." Ling Feng was somewhat uncomfortable and averted his eyes when Song Beiyao looked at him like that, "You're right, we have to gain Pei Ji's trust first."
He handed the medicine bottle back over, "Here, this is what Pei Ji asked to bring to you, saying that it can cure a hundred diseases and detoxify a hundred poisons, and that it's the only Divine Spirit Elixir in all of the Nine Continents. I feel like he's kind of started to care about you since the last flogging."
Song Beiyao smiled and didn't say anything.
He especially solemnly took the medicine bottle into his hands. If he remembers correctly, in the original book, when Pei Ji was in the process of seizing the throne, there was a certain time when he was poisoned and his life was on the line. He used this pill to cure the poison. If Song Beiyao took it now, Pei Ji would be dead by then.
What's more, this disease of his was brought over from the original world, and the only way to cure it was by increasing the Qi Luck Value.
Song Beiyao shoved the medicine bottle under his pillow. Ling Feng was puzzled by this and asked, "You're not eating it?"
"Can't take it." Song Beiyao smiled bitterly at him, "It's not easy for me to take medicine to suppress my martial arts and suffer all these sins. What if I take it and my martial arts recovers, was all my suffering for not? Furthermore, what if Pei Ji finds out?”
When Ling Feng heard this, it made sense. He nodded his head rather sympathetically and said, "Then you are quite miserable."
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Two days passed, and it was snowing constantly. It was so cold that not even a single bird could be seen outside. Song Beiyao also recuperated in the Yannuan Pavilion for two days.
The system saw that the Qi Luck Value was falling, but it was not in a hurry to urge it, only occasionally jumping out and bouncing around. [Host host, when will you act?]
Every time the system asked this, Song Beiyao lazily replied, "There's no rush, there were a few rounds of strong attacks a few days ago, you have to give the enemy a little time to react. Right now it's just that now the enemy isn’t moving, I won’t move aswell."
[What if the enemy never moves?]
"To ask that, it seems you don't know your enemy well enough."
On the third day, the snow stopped. Song Beiyao’s fever eased up, and the wound on his back is better now, simple actions aren’t an issue anymore. The scab on his back started to fall off from the edge. It was very itchy and painful, so unbearable.
In the afternoon, Qu Lan arrived at the Yannuan Pavilion. Upon entering the main room, he saw that Song Beiyao was sitting on the couch, playing Go with Ling Feng. He glanced briefly at the board, and the game was none other than Go.
Quickly lowering his eyes, Qu Lan said, "Ce-jun, tomorrow morning Marquis Xiao will be leaving the Crown Prince's Mansion. Would it be okay for you to go to the dining hall for dinner in the evening?"
Song Beiyao's hand held the white Go piece and didn't blink twice. Looking sideways at Qu Lan, he said gently, "In the days since Marquis Xiao came, I've been unwell and haven't had a meal with him, nor have I chatted with him properly for a while. Tonight I am going to say goodbye to him."
Qu Lan let out a sigh of relief, "Then this servant will leave first."
Waiting for the person to walk away, Ling Feng laughed out freely, "That ancestor is finally leaving!" On second thought, his face changed slightly, "You must go tonight? That ancestor doesn't think before he speaks, I'm afraid he'll say some nonsense about you again."
"I have to go. After today we might all have our evening meal in the dining hall, this is a good opportunity to get close to Pei Ji." Song Beiyao landed the white piece on the board and said with a light demeanor, "The little marquis is a child like you, what are you so angry with him for? And when you see him this evening, pay attention to your attitude."
"I...." Ling Feng's throat was stumped, incomparably aggrieved, "Speak of him as much as you want, but why are you lumping in me with him?! How can I be compared to him? Besides, I'm not doing this for your own good, you actually still speak for him!"
"Fine, fine, got it." Song Beiyao coaxed him with a smile, "Young Scholar Ling, please calm down."
......
After the shen hour, Song Beiyao brought Ling Feng out of the Yannuan Pavilion. (T/N: Shen hour = 3-5pm)
Inside the dining hall, Xiao Yun sat on a chair and sobbed with a handful of tears and snot, "Ji-gege, I don't want to go.... Can you write a letter to my dad and let me stay in your house for a few more days? If I go back home, I will be forced to practice martial arts, riding, and archery again, so hard…!" At the end of his words, he burst into tears with a wow.
Pei Ji massaged his temples and looked at Zhang Bo helplessly. Zhang Bo knew that his own master had the worst headache when others started crying and sobbing. Zhang Bo could do nothing but bite the bullet and say, "Marquis Xiao, you go back here this time every year, isn’t that enough? You can go back again next year."
Xiao Yun cried even louder, whining,"Can that be considered the same? I'm exhausted for most of the year, and I can only relax around these days..."
Halfway through crying, he remembered something and wiped his face to look at Pei Ji, "Ji-gege, I'll go back this time and tell my father that I'm going to marry you and become Crown Princess."
Zhang Bo hurriedly opened his mouth to dissuade him, "Does the young marquis not know that His Highness's Crown Princess should be a woman? How else will the royal bloodline continue, lah!”
It was at this time that Song Beiyao and Ling Feng stepped into the dining hall. Pei Ji turned his eyes to see the visitors, his gaze gave a slight lurch, and Zhang Bo immediately shut his mouth.
Song Beiyao took off his dark red cloak, revealing the snow white coat he wore underneath, fur wrapping around his pointed chin. His face was pale and delicate, his eyes were extremely beautiful. He looked like a majestic elf that was carved from the most delicate of snow.
He looked at the large eight immortal table and walked straight to Pei Ji's side and sat down. As he smiled, his eyes turned into perfect crescent moon shapes. "Husband, this is the first time we've dined together."
"You, you, you..." Xiao Yun's face was still pasted with tears, slowly raising his right hand to point at Song Beiyao, his speech was incoherent.
Zhang Bo hurriedly pressed his hand down and externally said, "Go serve the dishes."
Soon, the hot delicacies were brought up one by one. Pei Ji's gaze landed on Song Beiyao's face and very slightly raised his eyebrows saying, "You know that when this king eats, he doesn't like bystanders to sit beside him…”
"Husband, look, this osmanthus sea bass looks really good." Song Beiyao's attention was all on the sumptuous dishes, and with chopsticks in his hands, he had already picked up a piece of white tender fish and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it carefully, instantly tinting his brows and eyes with contented joy.
Pei Ji's eyes narrowed slightly, "This king told you to move your dishes now and sit in a different spot..."
Song Beiyao proceeded to pick up a piece of crystal shrimp and took a bite, so delicious that he shrugged his shoulders slightly. His lips were stained with some grease, and his lips appeared even fuller and plumper, the tip of his tongue probing out from time to time and gently sweeping through his lips.
Pei Ji's eyes slid from Song Beiyao's eyes, to his lips, and then retracted. He couldn't help but wonder in his heart, were these dishes so delicious? How could they be eaten so flavorfully?
"Husband, try this." Between thoughts, Song Beiyao had already picked up a piece of sugar-steamed eggplant and put it into Pei Ji's bowl, his eyes full of brightness, "It's delicious."
"Hey, Song Beiyao!" Xiao Yun finally couldn't stand it anymore and stood up at once, "Don't you know that Ji-gege hates it when others sit next to him when he eats? You still dare to use your chopsticks to give him food, you really don't know the rules at all!!!"
After his words were finished, Pei Ji saw that the bright color in Song Beiyao's eyes faded away for a moment. His eyelashes gently trembled twice, looking lost for a moment, but then he quickly regained his smile. His brows and eyes were gentle, but not as soulful as they were a moment ago.
Song Beiyao gently said towards Xiao Yun, "Thanks for the reminder, Marquis Xiao. It's my first time entering the dining hall for a meal and I don't know the rules." Lowering his eyes again, he whispered to Pei Ji, "Husband, it's better to let Zhang Bo give you a new bowl, it's me who's being abrupt today."
After he finished speaking, he picked up his dishes and chopsticks. Just as he was about to get up, his wrist was held by someone. At the same time, the Qi Luck Value in the lower left corner rose by 1 point.
Pei Ji spoke slowly with a low and deep voice in response. "Xiao Yun, this king does not know how the Marquis of Nan’an teaches you everyday, but you’ve come to the Prince's residence as a guest. Do you think it is proper that a guest teach the host the rules? Or should this king give him a letter, let him teach his son rules again?"
Xiao Yun opened his mouth, looked at Pei Ji, then looked at Song Beiyao, and the tears that had already stopped welled up again in his eyes. He ran outside whining, "You’re all bullies!!!"
Song Beiyao immediately said to Ling Feng, "Quickly follow him to take a look."
Ling Feng looked reluctant, and Song Beiyao urged him, "Go."
"...Okay."
When he came back to his senses, he realized that Pei Ji was still holding his wrist, his eyes dark. "What's wrong, husband?" He asked.
"You didn't eat the pill you were given a few days ago?" Pei Ji raised his eyes to look at him, the pupils of his eyes dark, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.
Song Beiyao wanted to retract his hand, but the force of Pei Ji’s grip steeply increased. He let out a look of pain, saying, "It hurts."
Pei Ji’s grip eased, but not once letting go. "Why didn’t you eat the pill?" Pei Ji asked again.
"How does husband know that I haven't taken the pill?" Song Beiyao asked knowingly.
"Your pulse at this moment is almost unchanged from that day in the dungeon." Pei Ji stared into Song Beiyao's eyes, "You don't want to live?"
Song Beiyao guffawed with a smile, his brows and eyes alive with joy. "Is my husband worried about me?"
With an abrupt tightening of his wrist, Song Beiyao's entire body was pulled closer to Pei Ji’s body, almost falling on him.
With the two of them facing each other, Pei Ji's brows were cold and stern. "Why are you changing the subject?"
Song Beiyao was about to open his mouth, when suddenly a gray-clothed guard stumbled in, with several sword wounds on his body and blood staining his clothes, kneeling on the ground, he violently spat out a mouthful of blood and said, ''Your Highness, there are more than a dozen assassins who have suddenly attacked the Crown Prince's residence! They are chasing and trying to kill Marquis Xiao! Commander Qu has already rushed over to support them!!!"
The force between his wrists abruptly loosened, and before Song Beiyao could react, the tall, welded black figure had already risen abruptly.
"You stay here." These words were addressed to Song Beiyao.
Pei Ji took a brisk step toward the outside, and when he passed by the guard, he quickly stooped down to receive the bloodied sword in the guard's hand.
At this moment, Song Beiyao intuitively felt the cold, hard murderous aura of Pei Ji's body, like a wolf with its fangs bared.
The Prince's Mansion is not safe anymore.
In the early part of the original text, Pei Ji's Crown Prince's residence was a safer place. The intense battle for the throne came a year later.
Since Pei Ji found Peng Yu and the old emperor was sick, all the undercurrents turned into an open fight in no time. The Prince's residence also became a target, frequently attacked by assassins, so that Pei Ji later lived in another place, leaving the Prince's residence an empty shell.
Whether from the perspective of time or the original plot, there should’ve never been a large-scale assassin invasion at this point in time.
Song Beiyao quickly thought of a possibility: due to the advancement of Pei Ji's finding of Peng Yu, the butterfly effect led to the subsequent advancement of the corresponding plot.
That is, the white-hot phase of the struggle for the throne began.
If Marquis Nan'an's son died in the Crown Prince's residence, more or less it will affect the relationship between Marquis Nan'an and Pei Ji. This would be the same thing as breaking one of Pei Ji's arms.
They chose to attack the night before Xiao Yun's departure from the Crown Prince's residence, when he was most relaxed. This means that whoever planned this has been planning this for a long time.
Who was the one that planned all this?
Is it the Third Prince who holds the military power in the North? Or is it the Fifth Prince who has the backing of the Jianghu? Or the 8th Prince who has the backing of the Queen? Or is it the Ninth Prince who has colluded with the Northern Qi forces?
(T/N: lowkey kinda ship Xiao Yun and Ling Feng >~<)
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