Chapter 18.5 - After the Sickly Beauty Transmigrated Into a Book, He Married the Arrogant Crown Prince

 Pei Ji had practiced martial arts for many years, and his palms were wide and bony, and his palms were covered with calluses, which were very warm.

He was stunned for a moment and raised his hand to take it away, Song Beiyao directly clasped it with ten fingers, "Husband's hand is so hot, it won't do any harm to cover me for a while."

"Take your hands away." Pei Ji said in a cold voice.

"Not taking them away~." Song Beiyao winked at him.

Ling Feng stood at the side and was directly dumbfounded when he saw the two of them like this.

Uncle Zhang smiled kindly. How often has His Highness been willing to be this close to others? Zhang Bo can’t count how many times this rule was broken for Song Beiyao. His Highness could’ve easily pushed the young master’s hand away or broke it with the strength that he has.

In the end, his heart cares for Song Beiyao so he wouldn’t be able to do that. But with his highness’ nature, he won’t realize this at all.

Zhang Bo thinks it’s best to not intervene. After all, young people have to experience these things themselves.

The hot dishes finally arrived, and Song Beiyao immediately loosened his hands, picked up his chopsticks and began to eat.

The cold, fine, soft right hand was withdrawn from his palm, and Pei Ji made a fist and picked up the bowls and chopsticks.

He didn't have much of an appetite, lifting up his chopsticks and not knowing where to start. He glanced to his left, and he saw Song Beiyao stuffing a dish into his mouth, and then stuffed another dish into his mouth after a while, eating without stopping.

He was a svelte eater, but a big eater, and he didn't even have to look to see that he was eating.

"Why isn't husband eating?" Abruptly, Song Beiyao asked him.

Pei Ji turned his head slightly sideways and saw that Song Beiyao was staring at him curiously, with a grain of rice stuck to his right cheek.

Pei Ji moved his fingers and directly reached out to remove the grain of rice, realizing in retrospect what he had done, his face returned to its cold hardness.

Zhang Bo opened his mouth and said, "Ce-jun, his highness has had stomach problems for a few days now and has little appetite to eat. You must advise him properly, how can he recover without eating?"

"Uncle Zhang." Pei Ji raised his eyes and swept him nonchalantly, and Uncle Zhang immediately hid his voice.

"Husband doesn't eat… Is it because he feels that the food is greasy?" Song Beiyao asked in a soft voice.

The cuisine of the Great Zhou Dynasty is diverse and strong in flavor. In order to keep his job, the chef of the Prince's Mansion will definitely make the food taste the best, so it is inevitable that he will put on too many ingredients.

Pei Ji has a bad stomach, and eating these greasy meat dishes for a long time will only aggravate his stomach disease.

Without waiting for Pei Ji to speak back to him, Song Beiyao said to Zhang Bo, "Uncle Zhang, tomorrow I would like to make a list of recipes and have the catering room change the dishes, is that okay?"

Zhang Bo had eaten Song Beiyao's Pear Blossom Cake last time and thought it was feasible, but he couldn't make the call on this. He hesitated and looked at His Highness the Crown Prince.

Pei Ji's face sank slightly as he coldly said, "Song Beiyao, have you forgotten what this king has said? Are you really treating the Crown Prince's Residence as your own place and wanting to meddle in everything."

The warning element between the words could not have been more obvious.

Song Beiyao's face instantly turned white, putting down his chopsticks, he said in a trembling voice, "I'm sorry husband, it's because I was abrupt."

He stood up and weakly said, "I'm full, husband, please enjoy your meal." With that, he took Ling Feng and walked out of the dining hall.

"Dianxia, hey, this...." Zhang Bo quickly said to Pei Ji, "Your Highness rest your anger, your highness may have broken his heart, which is why he left the table in the middle of the day." (T/N: dianxia = your highness)

Pei Ji did not speak.

Zhang Bo advised again, "Your Highness, Ce-jun is really concerned about you, he only said that because it’s for your own good, there is absolutely no other meaning, Your Highness, you must not misunderstand the side ruler's good intentions."

"Tomorrow, let the people from the catering room go to Yannuan Pavilion to see what the recipe is." Pei Ji said with a cold demeanor.

"Yes, Your Highness."

On the way back to Yannuan Pavilion, Song Beiyao's mood was very low. Ling Feng rarely saw him like this and asked him in a low voice, "What's wrong with you, you became like this after being lectured by Pei Ji, so afraid of him?"

"That braised pig's feet just now," he heard Song Beiyao say quietly, "I've only nibbled half of it."

"...."

Song Beiyao continued, "If they use all my recipes in the future, we won't be able to eat such delicious dishes."

"...."

"Then why did you bring up this matter?" Ling Feng was puzzled, "It startled me, with that tone of yours, I thought you wanted to get on board with running the Crown Prince's Mansion."