Chapter 18.0 - 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 18

Song Beiyao glanced at Pei Ji's dark and deep eyes and quickly hung his head, saying slightly shyly, "Why does husband keep staring at me?"

Pei Ji's voice was a bit hoarse. "You’ve worked hard today."

Song Beiyao lifted his eyes and looked at Pei Ji again, his eyes flashing with joy. He soon hung his head again, gently leaning his face against Pei Ji's neck, and softly said, "It's not tiring if husband likes it."

In the lower left corner of the field of view, the Qi Luck Value had jumped to -166.

The corner of his lips gently hooked up, then said, "Tomorrow I will go to the dining hall to have my evening meal, is it okay for husband to return to the house earlier?"

When the scent of the young man’s body wrapped around him, Pei Ji stiffened slightly, saying, "You may not." Then he gently patted Song Beiyao's back twice, "You go out first, this king still has political affairs to attend to."

"Okay." Song Beiyao reluctantly stood up from Pei Ji, picked up the food box and said, "Husband promised me earlier that he would come to Smoky Warmth Pavilion to help me apply the scar cream after the scabs have faded away, so these words are still valid."

Pei Ji said in a faint voice. “Mn, those words still count.”

"Then I will wait for my husband at the Yannuan Pavilion tomorrow night." Song Beiyao smiled lightly and exited the study.

For a long time, the tip of Pei Jing's nose seemed to still linger with the faint scent of the other's body. Mixed with the scent of medicine, an indescribable flavor.

He raised his hand and pressed it to his brow, calling Qu Lan in.

After Qu Lan stepped into the study, he half-kneeled on the ground and said, "Your Highness looks a lot better."

Pei Ji took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice, "I asked you to investigate what Song Beiyao did in those years when he was out of the palace. How is the investigation going?"

Qu Lan hung his head and returned, "According to the scouts' report, after being sent out of the palace at that time, Ce-jun seemed to have left the Calling Country. Where exactly did he go, very few people knew the inside story. The scouts are still tracking it down."

"Got it."

Qu Lan thought for a moment and opened his mouth to ask, "My subordinate doesn't understand why Your Highness is so concerned about the ’s past?"

Pei Ji slowly rested against the backrest of the seat, closed his eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Qu Lan, what do you think of Ce-jun, hm?"

Qu Lan pondered. "Forgive me for speaking frankly, at first, my impression of the Fourth Prince of the Summoning Kingdom was that he is only good-looking. That kind of face is hard to find in the Nine Continents, and this servant also thought that beautiful people like that generally had a bad temperament. But the young master not only has a good temperament, he also treats people well. Gradually my subordinate found that Ce-jun is genuinely concerned about His Highness, and multi-talented. The last time I went to the Yannuan Pavilion to invite Ce-jun to go to the dining hall to eat dinner, I found him in the middle of a game of Go with Ling Feng, and Ce-jun seemed to be pretty good. He also saw your highness playing against the young marquis before, I don’t know if he told you that he could play Go."

Pei Ji was silent for a moment and said, "He didn't mention it to this king."

"Is that so? This guard thinks that the side ruler is not only beautiful on the outside, but also beautiful on the inside, and is low-key and acts with moderation. Your Highness is truly blessed." (T/N: side ruler = second master of the mansion/wife of the main master)

Pei Ji listened to what Qu Lan had to say, and opened his eyes, "Qu Lan, it's rare for this king to see you talk so much."

"......Please forgive me,  your highness." Qu Lan hung his head.

"Do you feel that Ce-jun is perfect?" Pei Ji asked in a low voice, "You can't find a single flaw in his person."

Qu Lan pondered slightly, "When Your Highness puts it this way, it does seem to be..."

Pei Ji closed his eyes again, his slender fingers resting against his forehead.

Gentle, modest, virtuous, knowledgeable and capable, with the right amount of temperament, this is Song Beiyao.

It's so perfect, so perfect that there's a hint of unreality.

When Song Beiyao returned to the Yannuan Pavilion, Ling Feng was sitting by the stone table in the courtyard, looking up at the moon, not knowing what to think about.

"What's wrong? It's cold outside, is something on your mind?" He also simply sat next to Ling Feng.

"I don't know, lately this heart of mine always feels something strange, and I don't know why." Ling Feng let out a long sigh, "I wasn’t like this before."

He turned his eyes to look at Song Beiyao and said in shock, "You just went to deliver a bowl of soup to Pei Ji, why do you look so tired?"

Song Beiyao smiled and didn't say anything.

Not every scene can be in the best condition, especially in the face of Pei Ji as your opponent, you can’t afford to make any wrongs.

When I was sitting on Pei Ji's lap just now, and he stared at me like that, it was as if he was looking into my soul.

This man is truly horrible.

Song Beiyao pulled away, "When did you first notice the symptoms?"

"It was probably that day when the assassins suddenly attacked." Ling Feng lamented, "Did it give me a problem?"

Song Beiyao said, "You're an assassin yourself, and you're still intimidated by assassins?"

Ling Feng shook his head, ''You were not present and do not know how scary the scene was. Those assassins were not lowly martial artists, and I had to find time to protect that ancestor. I haven't been this nervous in a long time!"

Song Beiyao thought briefly, "There might be a drawbridge effect."

"What effect?" Ling Feng brought his face over.

"Nothing." Song Beiyao knew that he couldn't explain it clearly to him, so he asked him directly, "Have you thought about Xiao Yun lately?" 

Ling Feng let out a "tsk" and said, "I'm not really thinking of him, but I'm always thinking of the words he said to me, he said he liked me. He said he liked me. I've never been told that before. Song Beiyao, do you know what it's like to be liked?"

Song Beiyao's expression was slightly stunned, as if he had remembered something, and he suddenly stopped speaking.

As soon as Ling Feng saw him like this, he quickly said, "What's wrong? Why are you showing such a sad expression, isn't being liked a thing to be happy about?"

Song Beiyao shook his head and also tilted his head, looking at the moon in the sky, still not speaking.

This must not be right, Ling Feng followed up by asking instead, "Then have you ever liked anyone else?:

Only after a long time did Song Beiyao slowly open his mouth and spat out a simple, "No."

......

On the second day, just after dark, Song Beiyao brought Ling Feng to the dining hall.

Walking past the road, the cold wind whooshing, Song Beiyao has always been afraid of the cold. He’s already wearing a thick snow jacket and a cloak over his body, but he’s still freezing.

The dining hall is divided into two rooms, the outer room is more spacious, usually the guests will be entertained here, at this time a group of guards and boys are waiting in the outer room.

The inner room is considered Pei Ji's private dining hall, usually only Zhang Bo stays when Pei Ji has his meal, now Song Beiyao comes to have his meal and will let Ling Feng follow him in.

When he entered the dining hall, he saw the handsome man sitting in the main seat. He stepped over with a smile, "I thought that Husband would not return to the house for dinner today."

Zhang Bo hurriedly said, "Quickly sit down, Ce-jun. His highness has been waiting for you for a little while." With that, he ordered the servants to go and get the dishes.

Song Beiyao sat down next to Pei Ji and extended his right hand.

Pei Ji lowered his eyes to look at it, his greenish-white, slender hand was red from the cold. "What is this for?" He asked.

"Husband, my hands are cold." Song Beiyao said with a smile on his brow, "Can Husband help me cover it for a while?"

Pei Ji glanced at Song Beiyao, and the young man was looking at him with immense anticipation. He averted his eyes and said to Zhang Bo, "Go get a hand-warming stove for the Side Master."

Song Beiyao simply grabbed Pei Ji's hand and shoved his own into it. The lower left corner of the Qi Luck Value was immediately increased by 2 points.