Chapter 23.5 - After the Sickly Beauty Transmigrated Into a Book, He Married the Arrogant Crown Prince

Herlian Zhuo's eyes flickered with a hint of obscurity, then he smiled darkly, "No problem, Fourth Prince, we will have plenty of opportunities to drink together tonight."

"Tonight might not be possible." Pei Ji placed a hand on Song Beiyao's shoulder, his tone leaving no room for argument, "Madam, that dance just now was too enchanting. I can't wait to return home and spend a wonderful evening with you. If he has the strength to get out of bed tomorrow, would it be alright to accompany the regent on a night tour in the evening?”

The meaning of these words is so blatant. Nakedly, Song Beiyao felt a jolt in his heart and turned his gaze sideways. He really didn't expect Pei Ji to say such words.

I saw that the man beside me had a profile as sharp as a knife, with a nose that seemed to rise from the ground. When he said this, the corners of his lips seemed to carry a smile, but his eyes were slightly cold.

Helian Zhuo also refused to back down, saying, "But just now, the Fourth Prince in the palace has already agreed to me."

"He agreed to accompany the regent on a stroll through the capital tonight, but I didn't specify that it had to be tonight." Pei Ji said slowly, "The palace banquet will end late today; it's better to see the most beautiful night view of Lidu City a bit earlier."

Helian Zhuo suddenly let out a light laugh, his tone carrying a hint of threat as he said, "What if I insist on tonight?"

Pei Ji met his cold gaze without backing down, "Five years ago, after the Qiling Battle, the situation between Northern Qi and Da Zhou only began to ease. Regent Wang, do not forget."

The commander-in-chief of the Battle of Qiling was the then eighteen-year-old Pei Ji, and that battle made him a legendary figure. Not only did he repel the Northern Qi invasion, but he also captured three of their cities, forcing the Northern Qi ruler to submit a peace treaty.

From then on, Pei Ji, the battlefield god of death, became renowned far and wide.

Helian Zhuo clearly heard the warning in Pei Ji's voice, feeling both hatred and fear in his heart.

He glanced at Pei Ji's pale, stunning face, his eyes darkening, and suddenly revealed a strange smile: "In that case, I wish you a pleasant evening. Tomorrow night, I will send someone to the Crown Prince's residence to invite the Fourth Prince out." After saying this, he flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.

After the person walked away, Pei Ji did not immediately let go. Song Beiyao wanted to sit up straight, but found his shoulder still being held. He looked at Pei Ji with confusion and said softly, "Thank you, husband, for protecting me like that just now."

Pei Ji finally released his hand and said, "You don't need to overthink it, this action of mine is not to protect you." He continued to look coldly to the side, "You are my concubine, so it is only right for me to act this way."

"Yes, indeed, but I still must thank you, my husband."

After Song Beiyao finished speaking, Pei Ji didn't respond. He didn't say anything more either, and with a glance at the gray number in the lower left corner—129—he silently sighed.

The progress has been a bit slow in the past few days.

Soon, some ministers from the court began to toast to Pei Ji and engage in conversation with each other. Song Beiyao sat to the side, enjoying the leisure.

Ling Feng stood silently by the side all night, not knowing what was on his mind. At this moment, he finally spoke up, "Hey, Song Beiyao."

Song Beiyao smiled at him, "Finally willing to speak?"

Ling Feng half-squatted down, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "Are you really Song Beiyao?"

"I'm not, you are?" Song Beiyao also replied softly to him.

"How could that person suspect you?" Ling Feng was puzzled, "I didn't even know you had this kind of relationship with that person. You really startled me just now!"

"I don't know." Song Beiyao took a sip of his drink, glanced sideways at him, and asked, "If Pei Ji hadn't come earlier, would you have killed me?"

"I..." Ling Feng's expression showed a hint of hesitation, then he awkwardly changed the subject, "Hey, why didn't I see Xiao Yun tonight?"

Song Beiyao chuckled and didn't ask any further. Ling Feng works under Pei Ming, so he will definitely be controlled by Pei Ming; who lives and who dies is not up to him to decide. 

Fortunately, this kid showed him some mercy tonight, allowing him to save his own life.

He raised an eyebrow teasingly and said, "I guess after the last assassination attempt at the Prince's residence, he was put under house arrest when he returned home. So, you miss him?”

Ling Feng straightened his back and sneered, "Miss him? "How could that be possible?"

In the midst of the conversation, a figure in peach pink gradually approached, it was the princess of suitable age, as if she were a blooming flower.

"Sister-in-law." Pei Ruoyi's voice was clear and pleasant, and it was also comfortable to hear.

Song Beiyao initially didn't react, but when he saw the girl looking at him with a bright smile, he realized that the term "sister-in-law" was directed at him. Feeling extremely embarrassed, he quickly said, "You might as well call me brother or elder brother."

"How can that be? I usually call my elder brother 'Huang Xiong,' and 'sister-in-law' is just 'sister-in-law.'" Pei Ruoyi smiled sweetly.

Song Beiyao pressed his wildly throbbing temple. He could still accept the title "Side Consort," but he really couldn't accept being called "Sister-in-law."

"Or you can just call me 'Side Consort.'" His tone was slightly pleading.

"Wouldn't that make things awkward? You are the wife of the emperor's brother, so I should call you sister-in-law.” Pei Ruoyi still refused to change her words.

Song Beiyao really had no choice but to turn her gaze to Ling Feng beside her, hoping he would say a few words to help.

Ling Feng had a look of someone enjoying a show, as if his face was just missing the big words "Even you have someone you can't handle."

"Sister-in-law, you look really beautiful." Pei Ruoyi looked at him with eyes full of admiration, "You dance like a fairy. My brother must be completely enchanted by you."

Ling Feng stood nearby and solemnly nodded in agreement with these words.

Song Beiyao rubbed his forehead and shifted his gaze. Faced with such pure and innocent eyes, he really didn't know how to respond.

"Sister-in-law must be super fond of my brother, right? My brother is recognized throughout the entire realm as the most handsome man. You have no idea how many princesses and noble ladies he has turned down before."

"I've even turned down many young masters." Pei Ruoyi said, leaning in and whispering, "Previously, there was someone from the State of Chu..."

"Ruo Yi." Pei Ji's deep voice came, interrupting her subsequent words.

Pei Ruoyi immediately stood up straight and obediently moved over, "Elder Brother."