Chapter 16 - 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 16

Inside the dining hall, the gray-clothed guards fell to the ground, not knowing if he were dead or alive.

Song Beiyao was secretly glad that he had let Ling Feng follow the young marquis, so he could more or less protect Xiao Yun.

But on second thought, no matter how good Ling Feng's martial arts skills are, he is only one person, and there are more than ten assassins, and their martial arts skills must be high. 

He was worried in his heart, he didn't have the heart to eat anymore, so he stood up and took a step. Zhang Bo grabbed him by the sleeve. "What is this for, Ce-jun? It's not safe outside now, don't think about going out!"

Song Beiyao smiled at Zhang Bo and comforted, "Don't worry Uncle Zhang, I just want to walk around a little bit."

Zhang Bo let go of his hand and looked at his second master, who was so lovely, had such a good personality and temper, and treated His Highness wholeheartedly, not causing any trouble at all.

And then look at Marquis Xiao, just a few days of being here in the Prince’s residence and he already stirred up so much trouble, going so far as to say that he’s going to marry the prince!

Ce-jun is better, Ce-jun is much better~!

After a short while, another gray-clothed guard walked in, with some blood on his body and a sword in his hand, the tip of the sword still dripping with blood. After glancing at the duo in the dining hall, he said to Song Beiyao, "His Highness has asked us to escort Ce-jun back."

Zhang Bo rejoiced, "Have all of the assassins been taken down?"

The guard nodded, "All taken down."

Zhang Bo said, "Then this old slave will join you while escorting Ce-jun."

Song Beiyao felt that this guard's tone was not right, and looked a few more times towards him. His heart suddenly tightened, and as he pulled Zhang Bo, his expression well behaved. "Uncle Zhang, I didn't have enough to eat just now, so can you have the catering room prepare some osmanthus flower and lotus seed soup for me, and send it to Smoky Warmth Pavilion later in the evening, thanks, Uncle Zhang."

Zhang Bo immediately responded. The guard over there impatiently urged, "Hurry up."

Song Beiyao eyed Zhang Bo walking away from the side before stepping forward, "Let's go."

He came into the dining hall with a cloak to tie, but he left the dining hall without it. The cold outside was bone-chilling, so Song Beiyao walked slowly. The guards followed him closely, like they were pushing him to go, constantly urging him to walk faster. The direction they were headed in was not towards the Yannuan Pavilion.

On the way through a garden, a few people came to the front. Behind them are the guards holding torches, Qu Lan is also among them, and in front of them are Pei Ji and Ling Feng, Xiao Yun has lost his usual temper, and is being carried by Ling Feng on his back.

They were still some distance away, and Song Beiyao was just about to run over when he suddenly felt that the back of his waist had been pierced by a sharp and cold weapon, and the sharp edge even slightly poked into his flesh. The stinging pain felt as if it was reminding him of what he should do and what he shouldn't do.

This person really has a problem!

A few people approached, and the firelight illuminated Song Beiyao's pale face.

Ling Feng looked at Song Beiyao and the guards that hid behind him and asked in disbelief, "My lord, if you're not going back to the Yannuan Pavilion, where are you going?" Ling Feng's body was quite a bit of a mess, but it was a good thing that he didn't look like he had suffered any injuries.

The sharp weapon on his lower back sank a little deeper, and the feeling was like being tortured to death. Song Beiyao was in so much pain that cold sweat dripped down his forehead. For a moment, he lost the ability to resist.

He couldn't just let these people go. If he was taken away by assassins disguised as guards, his fate would be terrible!

But the knife at his waist didn’t budge, and the threat of death caused a few moments of fear and tension in his heart. Ling Feng didn't see his abnormality, so he could only look at Pei Ji, holding on to a glimmer of hope and blinking very slowly. 

Pei Ji's gaze had been on Song Beiyao's face since he appeared.

Glancing at the guards hidden in the shadows, he spoke in a deep voice, "Beiyao, this king has found a treasure today, and he has yet to show it to you. Do you remember what you did to this king the first time you met him?"

After Song Beiyao heard this, he immediately reacted to what he was talking about.

At the moment when Pei Ji reached out to take the "treasure" from his arms, he put his foot down and pounced towards Pei Ji with all his strength.

The "guard" reacted very fast and raised his sword to stab. Almost instantly, the sharp dagger in Pei Ji's palm flung out sharply, grazing past Song Beiyao's side, and stabbed straight into the “guard's” throat, killing him with a single blow!

Ling Feng immediately looked dumbfounded at the side.

Song Beiyao flung himself into Pei Ji's arms at once, his heart beating wildly in a flurry of beats, panting violently as his body slid downward uncontrollably.

Pei Ji wrapped his shoulders around him, feeling the person in his arms trembling slightly, the force in his hands increased a bit.

He heard Song Beiyao's weak and trembling voice, droning in his ear, "Husband, I'm scared."

Pei Ji's eyes sank, picking the person up in a bridal carry. Song Beiyao buried his head in the crook of Pei Ji’s neck, watching the number in the lower left corner rise to -176.

"These thirteen assassins today… The dead ones will have their heads cut off and thrown outside Pei Ming's residence, and the living ones will be thrown outside Pei Ming's residence after having their bones extracted."

Pei Ji finished his command in a cold voice and carried Song Beiyao to the Yannuan Pavilion.

Along the way, Song Beiyao wrapped his arms tightly around Pei Ji's neck. His hands were cold, and so were his cheeks.

Entering the house, he placed the person on the bed. When Song Beiyao's back touched the bed, he unconsciously drew in a breath of cold air.

"Injured?" Pei Ji asked in a low voice.

"It's fine." Song Beiyao's face was pale, his temples wet with sweat., "I’ll just have Li Liansheng help me apply medicine later."

Pei Ji was silent. "Isn't it said that your body can't be shown to men other than me?"

Song Beiyao froze for a moment and pulled out a helpless smile, "Didn't Husband say that you and I are not considered husband and wife, so that I don't have to follow the Calling Country's set of saying?"

Pei Ji lowered his eyes, "Take off your outer robe and lie down. This king will take a look for you."

"Okay." Song Beiyao struggled to remove his outer robe and rolled over. Pei Ji saw that Song Beiyao’s white inner robe had a blood red stain on the backside of his waist.

"Where is the medicine?" Pei Ji stood up.

"It's in the third row of cabinets on the left side of the outer room."

Pei Ji quickly fetched medicine and bandages. Raising his hand, he lifted a corner of Song Beiyao's garment at the backside of his waist.

The wound wasn't deep, but it bled a little too much and looked rather scary as it was imprinted on the porcelain white skin. The scab from the whip wound was also slightly exposed in a small section, dark red and grimy.

Pei Ji first wiped the blood away with a warm wet cloth, then unscrewed the medicine bottle and sprinkled the powder on it.

"Hiss!" Song Beiyao drew cold air again in pain.

Pei Ji slowed down the movements in his hands, "Does it hurt?"

"Well, sort of." Song Beiyao gritted his teeth.

Pei Ji slowed down a bit more and asked, "You saw that the man was an assassin?"

"Mhm, I saw." Song Beiyao returned in a slow voice, "He was holding a sword in his hand. He had blood stains all over his clothes, but no wounds.."

After the medicine was put on, Pei Ji put the medicine bottle aside and took the bandage. "Why did you follow him when you knew he was an assassin?"

Song Beiyao's voice was soft as he said, "At that time, Uncle Zhang and I were the only ones in the dining hall, and no one was there to protect us. If I didn't go with the assassin, both Uncle Zhang and I would have died there."

Pei Ji paused for a moment, and frowned as if remembering something. He got the bandage and wrapped it around Song Beiyao's lower back. "Lift your waist."

Song Beiyao immediately understood, arching her abdomen slightly as she asked, "And how did Husband know that the guard was an assassin?"

Pei Ji recalled Song Beiyao's deathly white face, and helpless eyes under the light of the fire in the garden earlier.

"The guards will salute when they see the king. The assassin was hiding behind you.”

After Pei Ji wrapped the bandage around it, he realized that Song Beiyao's waist was extremely narrow and thin, and he was able to hold it with almost two hands.

When he wrapped the bandage, his fingers would unintentionally touch the skin of the teenager's waist and abdomen. Song Beiyao's head was resting on the pillow, and he watched with open eyes as the number in the lower left corner jumped to -172 and then didn't move.

"He should have touched me several times, how come it only added 4 points?" Song Beiyao asked the system in his head.

The system replied to him, [Within twelve hours, the same scoring item can be scored twice at most. No matter how many times he touches, if he touches the same place, it can only be scored two times. 2 points for one time, 4 points for two times.]

“There’s such a rule like that?”

[You're so smart, I thought you saw it coming.]

"......"

After Pei Ji finished bandaging him, his eyes wandered around Song Beiyao's snow-white waist for a moment before he withdrew his gaze. "Thanks to you letting Ling Feng follow Xiao Yun, Xiao Yun’s life was saved."

Song Beiyao inclined his head, and from Pei Ji's perspective, one could see the contours of his delicate side profile. The corners of his lips curved slightly as he said, "If husband wants to express his gratitude, can you promise me something?"

"What is it?"

Song Beiyao said, "A few days ago, Xiao Yun sent me a bottle of scar removal ointment. The scabs on the whip wound on my back are starting to fall off, so can Husband come to Yannuan Pavilion in a few days to help me apply the ointment?"

Pei Ji swept his gaze from Song Beiyao's waist again and said in a deep voice, "Yes."

Song Beiyao rolled over and looked at Pei Ji with bright eyes, "Thank you, husband."

After Pei Ji came out of the Yannuan Pavilion, Qu Lan came out of the darkness and followed behind Pei Ji. "Your Highness, those assassins have all taken poison and killed themselves. Is there still a need to…"

Qu Lan paused for a moment, "Do we still need to cut off the head and throw it outside the Fifth Prince's residence?"

"Yes." Pei Ji's face was slightly cold, "Also, send someone to find out where Ling Feng came from."

"Yes, Your Highness."

......

After Pei Ji left, Song Beiyao was squinting and napping on his bed when Ling Feng pushed the door and immediately rushed to his bedside. "It's over, it's over, it's over! I've been completely exposed today!"

His face was like death, staring at Song Baiyao with an ashen face. "It was you who made me follow after that ancestor. He cried and made a fuss all the way, and was chased by people all the way. I had no choice but to take action."

"It's okay." Song Beiyao opened his eyes faintly, "It's normal for the prince’s personal servant to know martial arts."

"But last time Qu Lan tested my martial arts, I went easy on him!" Ling Feng said with a worried expression, "If it really comes to it, I'll have to run away." 

"The fourth prince of the Summoning Kingdom has been weak and sickly since he was young, so the emperor of the Summoning Kingdom selected the teenager Ling Feng from thousands of good seedlings who practiced martial arts, and sent him to train in martial arts in order to serve as the fourth prince's boy for close protection." Song Beiyao narrated. 

"What are you talking about…?" Ling Feng was speechless.

"I’m making up your background." Song Beiyao laughed, "Ling Feng is highly skilled in martial arts and traveled to Great Zhou together to protect the Fourth Prince. He also heard that the Crown Prince's residence could not tolerate outsiders with strong martial arts, so he deliberately concealed his level of martial arts and only sought to protect the Fourth Prince by his side."

"Hiss, is there such a rule in the Crown Prince's residence?" Ling Feng rubbed his chin in thought.

"Of course not." Song Beiyao raised his eyebrows. "It doesn't matter if you don't have it, you can pretend to think you do."

"Ah... I see!" Ling Feng suddenly had an epiphany, "That seems to work. Geez!"

He looked at Song Beiyao with a look of adoration, "You're too good! In case I'm questioned, this is what I'll say!"

Song Beiyao laughed, only saying that this was a small story that couldn't be more unusual. Raising his eyes, he asked, "How is Xiao Yun, is he hurt?"

"Why do you only care about him? Aren’t you going to ask me if I’m okay? I put my life on the line today!" Ling Feng was unconvinced.

"You?" Song Beiyao swept Ling Feng with his eyes, "You'll be fine if you look at me."

"There's nothing wrong with him, it's just that he fell when he was escaping, and he was directly knocked out." Ling Feng grunted, and only then did he notice that Song Beiyao had an injury on the backside of his waist.

"I almost forgot, you met an assassin today as well." His brow wrinkled, "Are you okay?"

"Nothing major." Song Beiyao propped his head up slightly, "It's fortunate that Pei Ji found out."

Hearing this, Ling Feng came up to him and said, "I'm serious. Today Pei Ji fought one against five. His skills shocked me. I doubt that I can win if I really fight him."

Song Beiyao said thoughtfully, "He's that powerful?"

Ling Feng nodded, "He’s really powerful. Didn't you hear him just say that the living assassins would have their tendons and bones drawn out, and the dead ones would have their heads chopped off?"

He patted Song Beiyao on the shoulder and said solemnly, "I still say the same thing. No matter who you mess with, don't mess with him in the future. Otherwise, you will have your tendons torn out, or you will beheaded. Choose one for yourself."

(T/n: My personal favorite character so far is Ling Feng<3)