Chapter 22 - After the Sickly Beauty Transmigrated Into a Book, He Married the Arrogant Crown Prince

 

The cold wind was howling in, and Ling Feng was freezing to the bone, unable to help but ask, "What are you staring at outside the window?" 

There are many things to see in Lidu City, but Song Beiyao wasn't looking at any of them. 

"Thinking about something?" He said slowly. 

"What's the matter?" Ling Feng sniffed, "Could you close the window first? I'm already feeling cold, are you trying to kill yourself? You do know that your body is sickly, right?" 

Song Beiyao coughed a few times and finally closed the window. "Thinking about whether to save a person." He crossed his arms, leaned his head against the car interior, and his face looked a bit pale. 

"Who are you saving?" Ling Feng asked curiously, "Do you know anyone here?" 

"Not really acquainted." Song Beiyao fell silent for a moment, slightly closed his eyes, sighed softly, and said, "Forget it, what does it have to do with me?" 

Why bother with this trouble? 

"What the heck, what are you talking about?" Ling Feng was baffled and leaned in closer, whispering, "I'm telling you, you need to be careful at the palace banquet later. The Zhou royal family is very treacherous!" 

"Got it." 

The carriage swayed all the way to the palace gate, and once inside the palace, we had to get down and walk. 

As the hour approached, the sky gradually darkened, and a few palace maids holding lanterns waited outside the palace gate. One of them, upon seeing Song Beiyao, hurriedly stepped forward to pay their respects, saying they were from the Crown Prince, and led the two into the palace. 

At first, standing outside, it was hard to tell how big the palace was. After wandering around for a long time without reaching the destination, Song Beiyao sensed something was off and asked, "Aren't we there yet? If we delay any longer, we'll miss the start of the palace banquet." 

"Won't take long, we're almost there." 

The path the three were walking became increasingly dark. Upon reaching a corner, the palace servant suddenly stopped and said, "Gentlemen, my master requests your presence." 

As soon as these words were spoken, Song Beiyao understood; this person was not one of Pei Ji's. The person who wants to see him must be related to the original owner of this body. 

This is a garden in the palace, with no one in sight around. Song Beiyao vaguely sees a light in the nearby woods. 

Ling Feng was the first to walk in, and Song Beiyao hesitated for a moment before following him into the woods. 

After walking a little closer, he saw two people. One person was dressed like a guard, holding a palace lantern in his left hand and a sword in his right. The other man was very tall, wearing a dark green round-collared dragon robe, his face hidden in the shadows. 

Only then did Ling Feng suddenly kneel halfway to the ground and say, "Master." Song Beiyao thought to himself that it was not a good situation. 

Before he could react, the man spoke to him, "Beiyao, you have been in the Pei Ji Mansion for a month now and have not contacted me. How is the plan progressing? I heard that he has been quite attentive to you lately, even bringing you to this palace banquet. It seems like things are going well.” 

Heard? Who did you hear it from?

Song Beiyao, maintaining a calm demeanor, glanced at Ling Feng and took a step back. Mimicking Ling Feng's manner of speaking, he replied vaguely, "Returning to the Main Pavilion, it's still in progress." 

However, the next second, the man suddenly stepped forward quickly, reached out, and grabbed his neck, "Who are you? You are not Song Beiyao!”

 

I can't believe I was found out so quickly! 

The pressure around his neck kept increasing, making it harder and harder to breathe. The fear of death made his whole body stiffen. 

"Master!" Just then, Ling Feng hurriedly spoke up, "Master, why are you doing this?" 

The subordinate said, "From the very beginning, I entered the Crown Prince's residence together with the Fourth Prince of the Zhao Kingdom, and there has been no change in personnel." 

The man suddenly released his grip, and Song Beiyao finally caught his breath, covering his neck with his hand, gasping for air and coughing repeatedly. 

"You? You have only known him for a few days.” The man said coldly, "Beiyao's martial arts were taught by me personally. I know Beiyao's thoughts and actions like the back of my hand. How could I not tell that this person is not him?" 

The man immediately snatched the knife from the guard's hand and threw it to the ground. "Ling Feng, I command you to kill him now." 

Ling Feng was taken aback and looked up, "Master!!" 

"Make a move." 

In the stalemate, a low voice suddenly came from behind, followed by the sound of footsteps. 

"I am not aware of the reason why my fifth brother brought my wife here." 

Pei Ji strode over, his expression cold and stern. He glanced sideways at Song Beiyao beside him. The young man was slowly lowering his hand from his neck, his eyes cast down, not looking at him, lost in thought, his face pale. 

Looking again at Ling Feng kneeling on the ground, he too kept his head down in silence. Beside him lay a sharp knife, its silver blade glinting coldly. 

Pei Ji's cold eyes narrowed, "At this rate, if I had arrived a moment later, I would have only been able to see the corpse." 

At that moment, the guard immediately knelt down and said, "Your Highness, please calm your anger! The knife accidentally fell to the ground, with no intention of offending the side consort." He quickly picked up the knife and sheathed it. 

Pei Ming immediately bowed respectfully and said, "I happened to encounter the Side Consort in the garden. At first, I did not know his identity, but seeing his beauty, I stopped to chat for a while. Your Highness, please do not hold it against me." 

The words of these two people, no matter how you listen to them, don't seem very credible. Pei Ji turned his gaze to Song Beiyao, "Is it really so?" 

Song Beiyao blinked twice, coming back to his senses, and with a faint smile, said, "Indeed." 

He hid it extremely well, but when Pei Ji first arrived, he saw the fear and lingering dread in his expression that had yet to dissipate. Something must have happened, and he is deliberately hiding it. 

Pei Ji gave him a deep look, said nothing more, turned around, and said, "Let's go, the palace banquet is about to start.”

"Okay." 

Ling Feng also stood up and silently followed. 

After a few people left, the forest returned to silence. Pei Ming retracted his hand, his face revealing a sinister expression. "Send a message to Su Yue, instructing him to go all out to hunt down Song Beiyao. No, it's the prince's concubine from the Prince's Mansion. That person isn’t Song Beiyao.”

"Yes, Your Highness." 

"Remember to tell him, I want him to do everything he can to hunt him down, this person must not be spared." 

"At your service."