"What are you talking about?" Pei Ji asked.
"I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything." Pei Ruoyi waved her hands repeatedly and gave Song Beiyao a frantic look, "If you don't believe me, ask sister-in-law. I really didn't say anything."
Song Beiyao sighed inwardly and chuckled to himself, "This is such an obvious case of 'not a single word of truth'."
However, she only mentioned the State of Chu, and Pei Ji didn't hear what came next. It must have been something unspeakable.
"She just asked me if I really like you." Song Beiyao provided cover for her.
"Yes, yes, yes." The little girl laughed so hard her eyes squinted, "So, sister-in-law, what's your answer?"
Pei Ji instinctively followed Pei Ruoyi's gaze and turned his head towards Song Beiyao.
Song Beiyao chuckled softly, "Yeah, I really like him."
These words were like a warm breeze, brushing past Pei Ji’s heart.
Pei Ji, holding the wine glass, unconsciously tightened his grip slightly.
— — — — —
After the palace banquet, the royal family members left first.
Pei Ji did not ride a horse today and walked very quickly after leaving Liuxiu Palace
.
Just now, while sitting at the table, he felt a strange sensation within him, as if a fire was rising from his lower abdomen, becoming more intense the more he tried to suppress it. Although he had never engaged in any intimate activities, he knew what the changes in his body meant.
The drink that Helian Zhuo handed to Song Beiyao actually had something in it.
If he hadn't intercepted the drink, if Song Beiyao had left with Helian Zhuo tonight, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Just thinking about it made him feel even more irritable.
The biting cold wind all the way couldn't suppress the body's desires in the slightest. Desire. Pei Ji had just gotten into the carriage when Song Beiyao followed closely behind and squeezed in.
The fresh fragrance that the boy carried with him instantly filled the entire carriage.
Pei Ji's expression suddenly darkened, and he said coldly, "Get out of the cart."
Song Beiyao hurriedly caught up, her face pale and weak, and said, "What's wrong?" "Is my husband still angry with me?"
At this moment, the carriage slowly set off towards the Crown Prince's residence.
Pei Ji glanced away, not looking at him at all, "This king orders you to get out of the car."
"Is it because of the Imperial Garden matter?" Song Beiyao moved closer, "Do you think I am hiding something from you?"
Pei Ji took a deep breath, crossed his arms, and slightly closed his eyes. If you look closely, you can see his cheeks are tense, and the veins on his forehead are bulging one by one.
"Song Beiyao, I command you, get out of the cart now." His voice was also much lower and hoarser than usual.
"What's wrong, my husband?" The light inside the carriage was dim, and Song Beiyao did not notice Pei Ji's unusual behavior. She thought he was just feeling conflicted, and her voice became increasingly gentle, "Don't be angry."
After finishing his words, he reached out to touch Pei Ji's hand.
His hand is incredibly hot.
Outside the carriage, the sound of hooves and wheels echoed back and forth on the quiet official road, continuously reaching the ears. The carriage was relatively spacious, with a candle hanging in one corner, casting a dim light on the two people inside.
Song Beiyao sat beside Pei Ji, reaching out a hand, wanting to show goodwill to the other person. Little did she know, as soon as he touched him, his hand was slapped away.
"......Husband?" The touch at that moment, the back of his hand felt scalding hot, clearly not in a normal state. Song Beiyao immediately exclaimed, "Husband, what's wrong?"
"Stop the car."
Pei Ji didn't explain anything to him at all; with a single command, the carriage immediately came to a halt. Outside the carriage, Qu Lan said, "Your Highness, please give your orders."
"Take him out of the carriage."
Pei Ji's voice was full of restraint and hoarseness, and Song Beiyao couldn't help but ask with concern, "Husband, did you catch a cold from the evening breeze...?"
The boy's voice has always been clear and pleasant, but at this moment, it feels like countless delicate hands are teasing the nerves.
"Qu Lan!" Pei Ji interrupted him sternly.
"Yes, Your Highness." Qu Lan understood the prince's urging and immediately opened the back door of the carriage, respectfully saying, "Your Highness, please disembark."
The cold wind swept in instantly. Song Beiyao sat in the carriage, looking at Pei Ji's face, which was so cold it seemed to repel anyone. He couldn't say anything else and could only get off the carriage and switch to the one that had brought him to the palace earlier.
Ling Feng was sitting at the front of the carriage with the coachman. When he saw Song Beiyao coming over, he also got into the carriage.
"What's going on? Why did you come back?" The carriage continued driving toward the Crown Prince's residence. Ling Feng glanced at him a few times and, unable to hold back, finally asked.
Song Beiyao was also extremely tired tonight, lazily resting his head against the carriage, and wearily said, "I was kicked out."
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