Chapter 19.0 - After the Sickly Beauty Transmigrated Into a Book, He Married the Arrogant Crown Prince

Song Beiyao raised his eyebrows slightly and leisurely said, "Because I want to test Pei Ji."

"Test what?"

Try to find out how much he tolerates me now.

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That night, Pei Ji did not come to the Yannuan Pavilion.

The next morning, someone came from the kitchen and asked Song Beiyao for the recipes. Song Beiyao guessed that perhaps the evening meal had already begun to prepare new dishes.

Song Beiyao did not go to the dining hall in the evening. He had Ling Feng fetch two jars of wine from the dining room. The two of them drank and chatted in the warmth of the main room, and soon after the wine went down, Ling Feng's eyes circled around in front of his eyes, and when he looked at Song Beiyao, he looked like he was fine.

"How come you can drink so well!" Once again, Ling Feng could not understand, "Does a royal prince need to be specially trained in drinking?"

Song Beiyao smiled, "In the past, when I was outside the palace, there was a time when I needed to drink a lot and practice."

"You imperial son!" Ling Feng began to yell nonsense with his mouth open, "How can you experience so much!"

"Ling Feng, you're drunk."

"I'm not- not drunk! Don't you talk nonsense."

Song Beiyao came up to him, "Do me another favor, Ling Feng."

......

Inside the study of the Prince's residence, a serious Pei Ji and the strategist were in the middle of a discussion when someone knocked on the door of the study.

Pei Ji frowned slightly, his face slightly cold. "What is it?"

Qu Lan knew that his highness should not be disturbed during this period of time. However, after thinking about it, it is better to ask about matters involving the side ruler.

He said, "Your Highness, just now the guards of the Yannuan Pavilion came to report that the side ruler drank wine this night, seemed to be drunk, and clamored to see you."

Pei Ji looked puzzled and returned, "Carry him to bed if he is drunk."

"Your Highness." At this time, the strategist stood up, "Right now it's the Hai hour, I should also retire and not disturb your highness' rest." (T/N: Hai hour = 9-11pm)

“We haven’t discussed a countermeasure for today’s matter, so please stay back, Minister Yuan.” Pei Ji said.

Yuan Conghai respectfully said, "Your Highness, the countermeasure is not something that can be figured out tonight, my wife and son are also waiting at home for me to return."

"Fine, that’s all for tonight. You go back."

"I will retire for the night."

The door opened, Qu Lan still standing in the doorway, Pei Ji stepped out of the study, "Let's go over and take a look."

Along the way, Qu Lan silently followed behind Pei Ji and said, "Your Highness, it is said to be too drunk to be clear minded. Ling Feng is so drunk that he is lying directly in the courtyard. Ce-jun has always been self-controlled, and I don't know why he is like this today. And in the evening, he said that he didn't even eat the evening meal."

Pei Ji's voice was slightly cold, "Today's dinner has changed. Why didn't they send a portion to Yannuan Pavilion?”

"They sent in dinner, but what was sent in was also sent out. The side gentleman will not eat because of the matter in the meal hall yesterday, his heart is not happy." Qu Lan silently said.

When he arrived at the Yannuan Pavilion, the courtyard was quiet, and the door to the main house was closed. Pei Ji pushed the door and closed it behind him, heading inside.

Only to see that on the seat couch against the wall, Song Beiyao was sitting on one side of the low table. Looking down at the chessboard on the table, his hand was holding a white disc, making a move on the board.

And then he walked to the other side, holding a black disc in his hand and played that piece. Back and forth, his body swaying, sometimes wrinkling his brow in contemplation, sometimes cheering because he thought of a good move, not noticing Pei Ji's approach in the slightest.

He didn't look drunk at all, his long hair was softly spread over his shoulders, and he was extraordinarily quiet when he played chess.

But Pei Ji could feel that Song Beiyao was drunk, too drunk to be clear.

He walked to the chessboard and looked at the game with downcast eyes. The white stones attacked and pressed forward, while the black stones defended and were solid, it was clear that Song Beiyao was not a novice.

Pei Ji settled on the couch on the black side, and when Song Beiyao finished playing the white piece, he took out a black piece from the chess box and placed it.

Instantly, the black disc turned from defense to offense, and the situation was reversed. Song Beiyao, however, as if he had not noticed this change at all, still stood up and walked to the black side, stumbled and fell into Pei Ji's arms.

Pei Ji raised his hand and tried to push him away, the teenager struggled and almost fell, simply relying on Pei Ji.

"Song Beiyao, you're drunk." Pei Ji said in a low voice.

Song Beiyao, as if suddenly awakened, stood up straight, looked straight at the man in front of him, and called out, "Pei Ji." Then all at once, he reached out and wrapped his arms around the man's neck and hugged him.

The heavy smell of wine hit his nose, but Pei Ji still smelt the unique scent of Songbeiyao amidst the scent of wine. 

He'd never been able to describe what it smelled like before, and this time the smell seemed a little more pronounced, like the smell of grass after the rain, after the rain had evaporated in the sunlight.

Light and serene.

"Pei Ji, you finally came to see me!" Song Beiyao lifted his head from the man's neck, "I thought you didn't want me anymore."

Pei Ji lowered his eyes and saw an aggrieved face. Song Beiyao would rarely show such an expression on a normal day. His eyes were wet, as if he was about to cry out in aggravation at any second.

Pei Ji silently looked at him, his palm turned to push to support, holding his waist. Slightly tilting his head, not responding.

Song Beiyao's voice was also soft and sticky. "You said you'd come yesterday to apply medicine to me, but you didn't even show up. Tell me, do you not want me anymore?!"

He was so drunk he didn't realize how much he was spilling his emotions now.

"There were still some official business left unfinished last night, so I didn't come." Pei Ji's voice was deep as he explained to him, as if the teenager had heard it and could really remember it after a night's sleep.

After Song Beiyao heard this, suddenly all of a sudden his head hung down and he fell softly onto Pei Ji.

"Pei Ji, I have a secret I want to tell you." Pei Ji heard Song Beiyao whisper softly in his ear.

Pei Ji's heart gave a slight beat and asked, "What secret?"

(T/n: >~< Ahhh,, Song Beiyao... Also, sorry if chapters have typos or errors. My laptop has been freezing a lot recently, so it's been harder to scan.)