Chapter 20.0 - 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 20.0

"What way?" Song Beiyao raised his eyes to look at him, "Two bowls of congee?"

"..." Ling Feng said, "Didn't he come to you last night, and you two didn't talk about anything?"

Song Beiyao smiled a demonic smile, "I drank too much last night, I don't remember him coming ah."

......

Pei Ji did not show up that night, and on the second day Song Beiyao still did not go to the dining hall.

By the time it was time to go, Pei Ji stepped in broadly, saw the empty table, and his brow was slightly cold.

Zhang Bo then ordered them to go bring out the dishes. He sensed that His Highness the Crown Prince did not seem to look well today, but he could not guess why.

His Highness had never been someone who would display his emotions, and it was only he who had followed His Highness for these many years that he could detect the difference in His Highness' subtle changes.

Maybe it's all that courtroom stuff again.

But Zhang Bo couldn't control the affairs of the court, he gave Pei Ji a bowl of soup and wanted to try to help distract His Highness, so he said, "Your Highness is dressed in this outfit today, but did you go to the riding range?"

"Uh-huh." Pei Ji said in a slow voice, "The beginning of March will be the time for the Yanshan roundup."

Zhang Bo laughed, "Your Highness's kung fu background is here, in previous years you would come out on top, and this year will be no different."

"Not necessarily this year." Pei Ji's eyes were slightly cold as the topic changed, "Why didn't the side ruler come to dinner today?"

Zhang Bo hung his head and said, "In the evening, the slave of the Yannuan Pavilion came to say that the side ruler seemed to have hurt his body because of the day drinking, so these past two days his appetite hasn’t been very good. That is why he isn’t here at the dining hall."

Pei Ji's expression eased slightly, "Got it."

Zhang Bo raised his eyes again to look at His Highness's expression, and his heart was slightly stunned, quite a bit incredulous.

Is His Highness in a bad mood because of Ce-jun?

......

After the evening meal, Pei Ji led Qu Lan to the Yannuan Pavilion. At that time, Song Beiyao was in his study looking through the Miscellaneous Records of the Nine Continents.

After the knock sounded, Ling Feng pushed open the door and said, "My lord, His Highness the Crown Prince is here." Then he retreated.

Song Beiyao put the book down unhurriedly and looked up.

He didn’t notice that it had snowed outside. Pei Ji stood outside the door in a black hanfu, with his arms, shoulders, and waist covered in a black armor. He stood tall, looking exceptionally sharp and upright.

The clothes emphasized his perfect body shape, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, tall and welded. A head of black hair tied high behind his head, sideburns moving with the wind. His face was deep, with sharp brows and starry eyes, and his icy temperament made him look like a dark night killing god at the moment.

Song Beiyao was used to seeing Pei Ji plainly wearing wide-sleeved brocade robes, and the first time he saw him dressed like this, his gaze was slightly stunned, and he quickly reacted.

He then got up and walked over to the door, slightly saluting towards Pei Ji, "Your Highness has come." The tone was slightly polite.

Pei Ji sniffed, his cold eyes narrowing.

The person who two days ago had boldly hugged him and pampered him, called him by his full name, today was suddenly detached like this.

Song Beiyao added:, "I didn’t know that your highness will come today, haven't had time to the Pear Blossom crisp that your highness loves to eat, there is only some tea in the house... " he said, while turning back to Pei Ji to invite inside.

His wrists were abruptly grabbed, Song Beiyao was pulled back by Pei Ji, and he tripped with unsteady feet directly into Pei Ji's arms.

He let out a cry of alarm and hastily distanced himself from Pei Ji, standing up straight and saying with downcast eyes, "What's wrong with Your Highness?"

Pei Ji's heart flashed with a trace of inexplicable annoyance, and soon this emotion was suppressed by him. "That day when you asked this king to come over, didn't you say that you wanted to help you with your medicine?"

"That day?" Song Beiyao slowly raised his eyes, his face blank, "Which day is Your Highness referring to?"

"The day when you were drunk." Pei Ji's face was cold and hard.

"Did ...... your highness come down to the Yannuan Pavilion that day?" Song Beiyao said somewhat timidly.

Pei Ji understood immediately; he was indeed drunk and had forgotten everything. He only remembered the stern words he had been scolded with in the dining hall a few days ago, which made him act so cautiously, making him itch with annoyance. 

He also heard Song Beiyao softly say, "I don't know if I drank too much that day, if I did speak out of turn and talk nonsense with your highness, please don't take it seriously, the words of drunkenness shall not be counted."

Pei Ji's eyes were dark and heavy as he stared at Song Beiyao. After a long time, he took a deep breath and spat it out in a deep voice. "You didn't say anything."

Song Beiyao seemed to be relieved. He then said, “Concerning the matter of medicine… I was not thinking well when I was drunk. Your highness is too busy, I don’t dare trouble your highness with these small matters. I have Ling Feng to help me apply the medicine.”

Under the moonlight, Pei Ji's face grew colder and colder. "Good, this king knows." Turning around, he left at a brisk pace.

Song Beiyao immediately stepped forward, and lightly called out "Your Highness-”.

Pei Ji's footsteps accelerated, not stopping. Song Beiyao jogged forward, as if there was something else he wanted to say, but Pei Ji did not give him the slightest opportunity to catch up, and went straight out of the Yannuan Pavilion, and Qu Lan was carrying a small lantern while following him.

"Ah!"

Pei Ji's feet lurched as he heard a cry of pain behind him.

Qu Lan looked back and said in shock, "Your Highness, the side ruler has fallen."

"What does that have to do with this king?" Pei Ji indifferently continued to walk forward. After taking a few steps, he turned around and returned.

Song Beiyao was half lying on the ground, one hand covering his ankle, his face pale and his eyebrows knitted.

Pei Ji walked to his side and crouched down, without saying a word he picked up the man and walked towards the main house of the Yannuan Pavilion.

When he entered the house, Pei Ji wanted to put the person on the bed, but the person in his arms tightly wrapped his arms around his neck, and buried his face into his chest.

"Let go." He said in a cold voice.

Song Beiyao remained motionless.

Pei Ji went straight to his hands and peeled the person off his body. Once he lowered his head, he saw two lines of clear tears under Song Beiyao's eyes.

Pei Ji's eyes slightly glazed over.