Ling Feng furrowed his brows. "Did you provoke him again?"
"I don't know." Song Beiyao slightly closed his eyes, "He seems to be sick. I'll bring him a bowl of fever-reducing soup when I get back to the residence."
"That's unnecessary, isn't it?"
Ling Feng couldn't help but say softly, "Your identity has already been suspected, so don't think about getting close to Pei Ji for now. Hurry up and figure out how to explain things clearly to the master!"
"At this rate, the master won't let you off. I don't want to receive a mission to hunt you down."
Song Beiyao lifted his eyelids to look at him, "The master already suspects me, and you don't suspect me either, but still talk to me like this?"
"Of course I don't doubt you! I personally brought you out of the Zhao Kingdom palace that day and followed you all the way. How could you possibly pull off such a trick right under my nose?" Ling Feng said with a face full of certainty.
His personality is too innocent and straightforward; I don't know why he became an assassin, and I don't know why he is working under Pei Ming.
Song Beiyao smiled at him, closed his eyes again, and didn't say anything more.
Returning to the Prince's residence, it was already the hour of the pig. (9-11PM)
Song Beiyao went straight to the kitchen, took some brown sugar, ginger, and scallions, cooked the simplest fever-reducing soup, placed it on a wooden tray, and carried it to Pei Ji's sleeping quarters.
A few guards were stationed outside the hall, and Qu Lan was also there. Seeing him approach, he quickly bowed and said, "Your Highness, the Prince has ordered that no one is to be disturbed tonight."
Song Beiyao said gently, "I won't disturb him. Just now, I saw that my husband looked unwell in the car. I thought he must be too exhausted lately and caught a cold, so I went to make a bowl of fever-reducing soup for him”
Qu Lan felt quite hesitant in his heart; he couldn't tell that His Highness was acting strangely tonight.
Song Beiyao continued, "Qu Lan, you know that my husband never talks about his problems. Last time, when his stomach ailment flared up, he couldn't stand it and finally called for a doctor."
These days, there have been so many matters to attend to. What if the wind chill worsens? You let me take him in; if he blames anyone, it will all fall on me.
Qu Lan understood what he meant and, after a moment's thought, stepped aside to make way: "I hope the side lord will remind His Highness to take good care of himself."
"Okay, I will."
The main gate opened to both sides, and Song Beiyao slowly stepped inside.
This is his first time entering Pei Ji's sleeping quarters. As soon as he stepped inside, he caught a whiff of a cold, fragrant incense scent, the same as in the study, a thread of it enticing him to move further in.
The vast bedchamber was empty, with warm yellow candlelight burning everywhere. Passing through the outer chamber and moving further inside, Song Beiyao heard the faint sound of running water.
He walked towards the source of the sound, feeling the humidity in the air gradually increase, and the sound of flowing water becoming clearer.
Suddenly, a cold voice came, "Who is it?" It is Pei Ji.
Song Beiyao quickened his pace and walked over, the Black Wall Bath gradually coming into view. Pei Ji was facing away from him, arms outstretched, leaning against the edge of the bath.
Long black hair is gathered behind, with extremely long arm spans, solid and clear lines, a broad and powerful back, and muscles that are distinctly defined like ravines.
This is the physique of someone who has practiced martial arts for years, with every inch of muscle seemingly concealing hidden strength, ready to unleash at any moment.
"Husband." Song Beiyao walked step by step towards Pei Ji.
The closer he got to the bath, the more he began to notice something was off. It was even colder here than outside. The bath was filled with water, but there was not a hint of steam rising; instead, a chill seeped into the skin.
"Get out." Pei Ji's voice was as if it had been soaked in ice water, devoid of any warmth or fluctuation.
Song Beiyao walked over to his side, half-sat down, placed the wooden tray down, picked up the bowl, and said, "Husband, I saw you feeling hot in the carriage today, and I thought you might have a high fever, so I prepared some fever-reducing soup for you..."
He had just started speaking when the bowl he handed over was immediately overturned into the basin, sinking to the bottom. The dark medicinal soup quickly spread through the water.
Song Beiyao's hand suddenly froze in mid-air.
He wasn't sure what was wrong with Pei Ji tonight; clearly, their relationship had improved somewhat in the past few days, but now it had suddenly taken a turn for the worse.
Perhaps it has something to do with meeting Pei Ming today.
"Get out." Pei Ji spoke coldly once again.
He leaned against the edge of the bathtub, eyes closed, face tense, beads of hot sweat continuously rolling down his forehead. Song Beiyao noticed that his fists were tightly clenched, and his neck and earlobes were flushed red.
"But my lord, you are clearly sick." Song Beiyao reached out to touch Pei Ji's forehead.
"How my body is doing is none of your business."
Pei Ji's voice was as cold as ice, mercilessly tearing at others' hearts, "Don't think that just because I took you to the palace banquet today, you can do as you please. This king's palace does not permit you to come and go as you please."
These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over her head; no matter how passionate her heart was, it would have turned cold. Song Beiyao withdrew her hand, lowered her gaze, and looked at her reflection in the water, which indeed appeared quite pitiful.
"I understand." He sniffed, as if about to cry, but he held back his tears, "I'm sorry, I just care too much about His Highness and didn't know how to measure my words."
Saying this, his voice gradually softened and slowed, quietly expressing his feelings, "Your Highness may not know, but five years ago I heard stories of your exploits on the battlefield. It was then that I began to admire you."
“Your Highness, you are extraordinarily handsome and brave in battle. Being able to marry you is the happiest thing in my life. I know that Your Highness's wariness towards me has never diminished, and you certainly don't like me. But at least I tried, so there won't be any regrets."
He gave a self-deprecating smile, making his final decision, "Your Highness, don't worry. From now on, Beiyao will no longer be overly sentimental and will not disturb you again. Please take care of yourself."
After saying this, Song Beiyao picked up the wooden tray and prepared to leave. Just as he was about to get up, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by Pei Ji, and he was violently pulled into the water.
The wooden tray suddenly flew out and fell to the ground. A huge splash suddenly erupted, and icy, bone-chilling water immediately surged in from all directions, filling the nostrils and making it hard to breathe.
"Cough, cough, cough..." Song Beiyao couldn't swim, and for a moment, he was in a panic, his footing unsteady, his body sinking straight down into the water.
A strong and warm hand timely wrapped around his waist, pushing him against the edge of the bathtub.
"Your Highness..." He had just started to say a word when his neck was lifted by Pei Ji's other hand, tilting his head back.
A passionate kiss descended, sealing his lips.
At that moment, Song Beiyao saw the gray number in the lower left corner of his vision suddenly jump to -109.
The water in the bath was icy cold, yet Pei Ji's body was burning hot—abnormally so, as if wrapped in a layer of molten lava, with no chill able to cool that heat.
His kiss was filled with intense desire and a need to vent, like a wild beast, tearing mercilessly, again and again, as if trying to devour the other's lips whole.
Song Beiyao didn't like this feeling of being invaded. He instinctively moved his body to create some distance, but accidentally touched something hard underwater.
Suddenly, Pei Ji's breathing became heavier, and the kiss grew more intense. He forcefully invaded his mouth, his scorching tongue storming through his oral cavity, leaving no corner untouched.
"Ugh..." As the oxygen was gradually taken away, Song Beiyao realized something was wrong and pushed the person away with his arm, "Your Highness, what's wrong?"
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