Chapter 21.0 - After the Sickly Beauty Transmigrated Into a Book, He Married the Arrogant Crown Prince

"Me?" Song Beiyao slightly raised an eyebrow and curled his lips, "Of course I wouldn't, I'm an Oscar-winning actor."

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In the original text of [Chasing the Deer Across the Nine Continents], a significant event marking the intensification of the struggle for succession is the visit of the Northern Qi envoys to the Great Zhou.

This matter was originally supposed to happen a year later, when the health of the Emperor of the Great Zhou would have deteriorated sharply. As one of the powerful nations of the Nine Continents, and a neighboring ally of the Great Zhou, Bei Qi's visit at this time ostensibly aimed to seek the hand of a princess to maintain peace between the two countries. 

In reality, it was to assess the situation in the Great Zhou and prepare for a future military invasion under the guise of chaos.

Now, the emperor's declining health and the visit of the Northern Qi envoys have both been moved up to the present.

This also means that the most intense phase of the struggle for succession has begun.

……

The next day at the hour of the rabbit (Between 5am-7am), Ling Feng, as usual, woke up early and practiced his morning exercises in the courtyard of the Yannuan Pavilion.

After practicing for a while, the door of the main house opened, and Song Beiyao walked out. Ling Feng's eyes widened immediately, "You, you..."

"What's wrong with me?" Song Beiyao looked at his dazed expression and found it amusing.

"You usually don't get up until the hour of the dragon at the earliest. Why are you up so early today?" Ling Feng leaned in mysteriously, "When things are out of the ordinary, there must be something unusual. Honestly, is there some secret operation going on?"

"None."

It's just that life won't be peaceful from now on.

He needs to do some exercise; if something really happens, he still needs to have some ability to escape.

Song Beiyao walked to an open area, stretched out her limbs, and extended her waist. This body is young and has a foundation built from years of martial arts practice, with quite good flexibility and muscle explosiveness.

He walked over to the wall again, trying to lift his leg and stretch against it. As soon as he placed his leg against the wall, a surge of blood rushed to his chest and lungs, and his vision went dark. 

He hugged his legs and rested for a while, but found it still wasn't working. His body hadn't fully recovered, so he couldn't push himself too hard and had to give up.

Looking to the side, Ling Feng was staring at him with a dumbfounded expression: "Wait, how can you do that..." He gestured with both hands, "That leg just goes up like this??"

"Oh, the front split? You can't do it?" Song Beiyao was puzzled; isn't this also a basic skill in martial arts?

"Of course I can’t do it! Why would I practice this? It hurts so much!" Ling Feng's eyes, like laser beams, scanned him up and down, incredulously saying, "Song Beiyao, did you practice this while training in martial arts?"

"Yes, I did practice it when I was learning the dance." Song Beiyao smiled.

He practiced classical dance for nine years. If he hadn't injured his leg and suffered a fracture back then, making it impossible for him to continue intense dance training, he wouldn't have turned around and applied to the acting department.

Later, he debuted, going from obscurity to fame and reaching the top. Countless people wanted to dig up his past and see him dance again, but he just smiled lightly and said, "I haven't danced in so long, I've forgotten."

No one knew that when he decided to give up dancing, he couldn't swallow a single bite for a month and became emaciated.

Ling Feng didn't know what this person in front of him was suddenly thinking about, but he suddenly stopped speaking, his eyes lowered, and his expression momentarily turned desolate.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Ling Feng waved his hand in front of him.

Song Beiyao quickly reacted and regained his smile: "It's nothing. Ling Feng, let's walk around the mansion together."

The Prince's Mansion is vast, but to be honest, he hasn't really explored it properly. In winter, the mornings dawn late. Right now, the horizon has just begun to lighten, and the surroundings are not as pitch-black as at night, nor as bright as during the day. You can see everything, yet everything appears dark and gloomy.

The servants in the manor had already begun their day's work. Song Beiyao walked along the path, and those servants who had seen him before would directly bow to him. Those who had not seen him before, upon encountering him, would first show faces full of shock and bewilderment, their eyes wide with astonishment, and only then would they bow nervously and uneasily.

"What's wrong with these people?" Ling Feng followed Song Beiyao all the way, feeling utterly baffled, "Why does everyone have a look as if they've never seen the world before?"

"Because you look so handsome, I've never seen anyone this handsome before." Song Beiyao teased.

Ling Feng touched his own face: "Really? Although I think so too..." He was about to feel pleased with himself when he suddenly thought of something, turned around angrily, and shouted, "Oh, you, Song Beiyao, always trying to fool me. You're standing right next to me, so why are they looking at me?!"

He said this while pretending to pounce with claws outstretched. Song Beiyao chuckled lightly and played along, taking two steps forward.

At that moment, suddenly "whoosh!" With a sound, something broke through the air, swaying past in front of him, stirring up a chill, and was directly pinned to the bamboo in front of Song Beiyao.

Ling Feng hurriedly pulled him behind him: "Watch out!!"

Upon closer inspection, Song Beiyao saw that it was a sword, its force so strong that it pierced through a whole piece of hard bamboo. If the other party intended to kill him, he would undoubtedly be dead. Obviously, this is just a warning.

"Who dares to intrude upon His Highness's training grounds?"

Qu Lan followed Pei Ji's sword out of the bamboo forest, just about to stop the intruder from entering. Upon closer inspection, the person standing outside the bamboo forest was none other than the Side Ruler.

As soon as he landed, he immediately bowed and said, "Greetings to Ce-jun."

"This sword was thrown by you?" Ling Feng raised an eyebrow, his voice rising, "Do you have any idea you almost hurt someone!"

"Your subordinate..." Qu Lan slightly raised his eyes to glance at the bamboo forest. At this moment, he couldn't reveal His Highness, so he could only brace himself and say, "Please forgive me, Your Highness. I did not know it was you."

Song Beiyao noticed the clue and said gently, "It's nothing, I don't know the way around the mansion and went to the wrong place, almost disturbing my husband while he was practicing martial arts."

He then said to Ling Feng, "Let's go."

Just as they were about to leave, a deep voice came from the depths of the bamboo forest. "Come in." It was Pei Ji's voice.

Qu Lan was slightly surprised; the prince's bamboo grove for practicing martial arts was never open to outsiders. He quickly said, "Your Highness, the prince has asked you to go into the bamboo forest to find him."

"Understood." Song Beiyao did not hesitate and stepped inside.

Ling Feng also followed behind, wanting to go in, but was stopped by Qu Lan.

"What are you doing?!" Ling Feng frowned and coldly confronted.

Qu Lan didn't respond, thinking to herself, how could someone as sharp as Ce-jun have such a clueless servant by his side?

"Oh, I see, you want to spar with me, right?" Ling Feng swiftly drew the sword from the bamboo, "Guard Qiu, your martial arts are so impressive, it's only fair that I get a sword too."

"……"

(T/n: pt2 will release 6pm gmt+8)