Chapter 20.5 - 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 20.5

Song Beiyao's face was already absolutely beautiful, and his eyes were even more beautiful. At this moment, tears kept rolling down from his eyes, his long eyelashes couldn't stop trembling. The mole at the end of his eyes was glazed with watery color, fragile and helpless, sorrowful and aggrieved, a strong sense of beauty and brokenness blended together.

Pei Ji saw Song Beiyao in this state for the first time.

Usually when he saw people crying and crying, he just felt troubled and wanted to stay away. But right now, he just wanted all those tears to stop.

"Why are you crying like this?" Pei Ji opened his mouth to inquire. He didn't notice that his voice had slowed down a lot without him realizing it.

The ends of Song Beiyao's eyes and the tip of his nose were red as he shed tears. He cried quietly and didn't seem to want to speak, moving his body in an attempt to turn his face toward the inside of the bed.

Pei Ji pressed his shoulders down, looked at his eyes that were flooded with tears, and asked again, "Why are you crying?"

Song Beiyao swallowed his throat and said in a muffled voice, "I'm fine, Your Highness please go back, it's me who was abrupt today."

"Song Beiyao." Pei Ji's voice was low, "Tell this king."

The young man slowly closed his eyes, "The last time I upset His Highness in the dining hall, His Highness told me not to forget what you said, so I've been thinking about a lot of things in the past few days."

"What is it?"

The young man seemed to finally be unable to tense up and opened his eyes, a string of tears sliding down the end of his eyes intermittently, "Remembering that His Highness had said that he would not treat me as a madam, and that the two of us would never be a true husband and wife."

Pei Ji's face was slightly stunned. He was currently sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at Song Beiyao lying on the bed, his ebony hair spread out and weeping silently, and unconsciously spoke, "You want this king to treat you like a madam?"

Song Beiyao, however, did not answer this, then choked, "Your Highness has suspected my identity from the very beginning, and it seems like everything I do is wrong. Doing something is wrong, not doing anything is also wrong. I sometimes don't even know what I really am to Your Highness."

Pei Ji sniffed, was silent for a long time, and spoke in a deep voice: "Is there anything else?"

"And ......" Song Beiyao's tears fell more fiercely, but only said, "That's it, no more."

He cried so hard that he soon dampened the pillow. Pei Ji raised his hand and gently stroked his face. Delicate, soft, and cold, but the tears nevertheless seemed to carry warmth.

Fingertips were quickly stained with water and wiped away still more, how could it not be wiped away completely?

Pei Ji's thumb gently rubbed on Song Beiyao's cheek, stopping at the mole at the end of his eye, gently rubbing it as if bringing a hint of appeasement. "Anything else? Tell this king everything."

This trick seemed to work well for Song Beiyao, and his tears gradually slowed down. "Last time in the dining hall, I heard Uncle Zhang mention the matter of the Crown Princess." He cried until his voice was weak, "I know I don't have the right to ask about this matter, but as long as I think about it, my heart is stuffy and painful."

It is self-evident what this statement means and what it is trying to convey.

Pei Ji abruptly recalled that night, Song Beiyao's words to him about liking him, his fingertips slightly paused, and his eyes flashed with a complex look. He slowly withdrew his hand, fetched the bedding from the side, and covered Song Beiyao.

"There is no need to think much about what has not happened. In recent days, Father has been suffering from ill health, coinciding with the Northern Qi envoy's visit to Great Zhou, and this king has been busy with his affairs, which is why he has neglected you."

His gaze fell on the younger’s pearly face, his voice sank as he said, "Three days after the Palace Banquet, you will go to the Palace with the King."

Palace feasts, in addition to the emperor's consort, the emperor's son, the minister of power, had never brought another person to participate in one. A hint of incomprehension appeared in Song Beiyao's eyes, "Your Highness means ......"

"You accompany this king to the palace banquet." Pei Ji said.

Song Beiyao didn't seem to react, and his expression was a bit confused. When he reacted, his eyes were immediately filled with joy. Teardrops embellished under the corner of his eyes, and his eyes were bright like stars, sparkling.

“Husband..?’

Pei Ji imperceptibly raised the corner of his eyebrows, "It's getting late, you rest."

When he finished, he turned and walked out.

After leaving the Yannuan Pavilion, Qu Lan followed all the way and realized that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince didn't go directly back to his study or bedchamber again this time, but walked straight to the Lake Pavilion.

The snow is building up. One gazebo isn’t enough to cover all the wind and snow. Pei Ji’s thin suit was partially covered by small bits of flying snow.

"Your Highness, focus on your body, let's return." Qu Lan reminded.

He had followed His Highness the Crown Prince for many years, and still could not guess what His Highness was thinking. What's more, he couldn't figure out why His Highness would always walk a few laps around the mansion every time he came out of the side ruler's place in this freezing cold weather. Last time it was like this, last time it was like this, and this time it is still like this.

"Qu Lan, how is the investigation of the Side Ruler’s matter going?" After a long time, he heard His Highness ask this.

"Back to Your Highness, the search is still underway. According to the latest report from the scouts, the people who knew about Ce-jun’s exit from the palace back then are either dead or left the Summoning Kingdom and don't know where they went. It's difficult to investigate." Qu Lan replied.

Pei Ji sniffed and did not speak.

Qu Lan thought for a moment and then asked, "Your Highness, is it still necessary to continue investigating?"

Pei Ji nodded slightly and looked into the endless depths of the dark and snowy night. “Keep investigating.”

Inside the Yannuan Pavilion.

"Cough ...... cough cough ......" Song Beiyao got up from the bed, his hand covering his heart as he coughed his heart out.

His face was still streaked with tears, and he raised a hand to wipe them away.

[Host, what's wrong with you?] The system inquired curiously, [You're at -144 in ‘Qi Luck Value’ now! Why do you still look like you're going to die!]

Song Beiyao panted heavily, half bending his waist, his head hanging down deeply, like a fish stranded in the shallows. Only after a long time did he reply, "Special circumstances, just now I cried too much, my heart can't stand it a bit, I need a bit of time to get out of the theater."

The system asked again, [What does it mean to be out of the theater?]

"A sort of technical term for acting." Song Beiyao finally slowed down, walked over to the table and poured a glass of water to finish it, "When you're in the theater, you're out of the theater."

[Oh, but what if I can't get out of the theater after I'm in it?] The system asked again.

"Too deep into the drama, heh." Song Beiyao let out a light laugh, walked over to the door, opened it, looked out of the house at the flurry of goose feather snow, and carelessly said, "That depends on what kind of drama it is, if you mess up, you're dead."