Chapter 17.0 - After the Sickly Beauty Transmigrated Into a Book, He Married the Arrogant Crown Prince

 In the original plot, Song Beiyao's original body had very little to do, serving only as cannon fodder.

He wasn't sure why the Summoning Kingdom had interfered in the Great Zhou's bid for the throne, and he couldn't understand why they had sacrificed a prince to be a spy, and he was even more curious as to why this prince was willing to do so.

The past of the character "Song Beiyao" was a mystery to him. The only person he could reach was Ling Feng, who was also unfamiliar with Song Beiyao.

He sometimes had a vague feeling that the icebergs that lurked beneath the surface of the water might one day become a deadly threat.

......

The large-scale assassin invasion that night was the first time that the Prince's Mansion had encountered one.

The guards’ patrols throughout the entire mansion were obviously strengthened, and even outside the Yannuan Pavilion, a few additional manpower had been deployed.

Xiao Yun was picked up by the carriage sent by the Marquis of Nan'an early in the morning of the second day. Before leaving, he deliberately rushed to the Yannuan Pavilion, and woke up Ling Feng. Song Beiyao didn’t know what Xiao Yun had said to Ling Feng, but was very proud of himself the whole day, and his tail was so high that it wanted to rise to the sky.

Song Beiyao sensed his abnormality and inquired at once, making Ling Feng bumble and fumble with his words.

"He said he was grateful to me for saving his life and said I was handsome and decided he was starting to like me."

When Ling Feng said this, the word “smug” was practically written on his face, "I can’t help it if my charm is too great."

Song Beiyao shook his head helplessly and began his injury recuperation routine again.

His injuries this time were not serious, and after applying medicine and bandages, they did not affect his mobility at all. However, Qu Lan invited him to dine in the dining hall in the evening, but he still declined on the grounds that he was not feeling well.

[I see, host, this time it's that tactic again, 'the enemy doesn't move, I don't move' right?] The system said excitedly.

"Not that." When Song Beiyao said this, he was half leaning on the seat in the study, legs folded, one hand propped up on his chin, his demeanor lazy and carefree, just short of pinching another cigarette between his fingertips.

It was one of the rare times he relaxed. "This time it's called, 'Let the bullets fly for a while'." He blurted out lazily.

[Wow! Awesome!] The system exclaimed.

Song Beiyao smiled. He sometimes thought that this system was quite cute.

This period of time is during the coldest period of the Great Cold Period of the Great Zhou, and the water that is poured out can immediately freeze.

According to Ling Feng probing, Pei Ji seems to be very busy these days. Every morning, he goes out of the house, only to arrive in the evening at about 12o’clock. He only ate a few mouthfuls of dinner before coming back to the study. In the recent days, more and more unfamiliar faces appeared which Song Beiyao had thought that they were probably ministers or counselors in the court.

Song Beiyao nestled in the Yannuan Pavilion to recuperate from his injuries for three days, and the scabs on his back whip wounds had almost fallen off. On the fourth day, during the noon meal, Ling Feng said with a mysterious face, "Did you know that last night Pei Ji invited Dr. Tan overnight?"

Song Beiyao picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth, absently saying, "What happened to him?"

"It is said to be a recurrence of a stomach ailment, and this time it is quite powerful. Today, he even took a leave of absence from the morning court." Ling Feng said.

Song Beiyao's chopsticks that were holding the vegetables paused. The fact that Pei Ji had a bad stomach was mentioned in the original article, but it was only lightly described, and Song Beiyao didn't expect it to be this serious.

If the stomach ailment continued to worsen, it could not be said that it would affect the subsequent seizure of the throne, and might even lead to unpredictable consequences.

After lunch, Song Beiyao came to the study, spread out the paper, and made a list which he handed over to Ling Feng. "You tell the catering room to make a pot of soup according to this, I've already written the specific cooking method. How long to cook over high heat, how long to simmer over low heat, and the weight of each ingredient, tell them to make sure to follow what I've written in this recipe."

Ling Feng took a look at the words written on the paper, another pile of unintelligible herbs, interspersed with ingredients that he could read.

"What is this? Don't tell me I'm getting it for Pei Ji to eat."

"This is the Ten Perfect Soup that specializes in regulating the spleen and stomach." Song Beiyao said.

"Hall of Summoning Kingdom's Prince, how do you even know about this, is there anything you don't know?" Ling Feng was puzzled.

Song Beiyao raised the corners of his lips, "In the past, when I was outside the palace, there was a sick friend. This is what I made to take care of him, and it worked out very well."

"But I think you should not bother with this." Ling Feng handed the paper back. "The Prince's Mansion has excellent doctors and cooks who must know how to regulate the spleen and stomach better than you do. Besides, you have a lot of medicinal herbs in this soup. If Pei Ji doesn't drink it, all your efforts will be in vain!"

"No, he'll drink it." Song Beiyao shoved the paper into Ling Feng's hand and winked at him, "Young Master Ling, just help me."

"Hey I just wondered, you are just here to carry out the mission. Getting close to Pei Ji is alright, but you also care if he has stomach pain." Ling Feng looked at him coldly, "Say, you won't be interested in Pei Ji, right?"

"Ah, nuh uh." Song Beiyao bunched up his three fingers and placed them next to his head, "Even if Pei Ji falls in love with me I won't fall in love with him."

Ling Feng briefly thought about the possibility of Song Beiyao saying that "Pei Ji fell in love with him" and shivered.

A man like Pei Ji would fall in love with someone else? What a joke!

......

At night, in the study.

Zhang Bo knocked on the door and walked in with the soup when he got a response.

Yesterday night, His Highness the Crown Prince had a terrible stomachache, and he was so worried that he didn't sleep well all night. These days His Highness seems to be particularly busy, meals are not punctual, and he doesn’t eat much. What to do, ah!

Look, he had just rested for a short while in the mansion in the morning, left the mansion after lunch, and did not come back until the evening. He did not even care about how much to eat for dinner, and went straight into the study.

Uncle Zhang is all worried.

"Your Highness, have some soup." Zhang Bo put the bowl of soup aside and advised, "You didn't eat much in the evening, and you slept late at night, so your stomach will feel bad again."

"Put it here." Pei Ji said lightly, his attention still on the paperwork in his hands.

When Zhang Bo heard this, he knew that this bowl of soup would probably not be touched. If His Royal Highness didn't listen to him, he also stubbornly stayed on the side and didn't quit, and every now and then he would open his mouth to mention "have a bit of soup", "the soup is getting cold."

Pei Ji at first did not pay attention, but every repeat of “have a bit of soup”, and “the soup is getting cold” annoyed him, so he took a small sip..

He frowned briefly as the soup's sticky, oily water entered his mouth, and quickly set it aside, "I’ve drank the soup.”

(T/N: Pt.2 Will come later)