Chapter 26.5 - After the Sickly Beauty Transmigrated Into A Book, He Married the Arrogant Crown Prince
Chapter 26.5
Song Beiyao wore a snow white coat that night, his chest and neck were completely stained with blood. He stared blankly with lifeless eyes, not knowing where to look, and was slow to close them.
Pei Ji tightly clenched his fist, removed his cloak, bent down to wrap him in it, gently lifting them up, he mounted his horse, and swiftly rode towards the Crown Prince's residence.
The biting cold wind cut across their faces like a knife. Pei Ji held Song Beiyao's head against his chest, only to feel the person's breath growing weaker and weaker. His grip tightened unconsciously, and he immediately urged his horse to go faster.
Upon arriving outside the Crown Prince's residence, Pei Ji dismounted swiftly with Song Beiyao in his arms and hurried inside. Ling Feng learned from the returning guard that something had happened and anxiously stood outside the mansion waiting.
Upon seeing Song Beiyao covered in blood and unconscious, being carried back by Pei Ji, he exclaimed, "What happened? What happened?!! What happened here!!”
Glancing at Pei Ji again, his face was like ice covered in frost, his brows and eyes as cold as blades, his jaw tightly clenched. Ling Feng knew something serious had happened and hurriedly followed.
Pei Ji entered the Yan Nuan Pavilion and laid the person on the bed. He lowered his gaze at Song Beiyao, the young man with his eyes tightly closed, not making a single sound, his face pale, almost unrecognizable as still breathing.
Zhang Bo soon arrived hurriedly, bringing two physicians from the residence.
The doctor was already accustomed to the various injuries and ailments of the side lord, but upon seeing them this time, he was still taken aback and quickly brought his medicine box to the bedside for treatment.
Pei Ji stood by, not moving a step. He furrowed his brows tightly, raised his hand to tug at the collar around his neck, and felt an indescribably strange sensation in his chest, which made him very uncomfortable.
He was only a little late returning to the manor and didn't stop Helian Zhuo's carriage, and yet such a thing had still happened.
Two first-class guards couldn't even keep one person safe.
When he rushed over, he saw from a distance the man in black pull the knife out of Song Beiyao's chest.
That person, who exactly sent them?
"Your Highness, what happened to the Consort?" Beside him, Zhang Bo was extremely worried, "He was fine when he went out in the evening, how– how could he come back like this…!"
He looked towards the Crown Prince.
The Crown Prince seemed not to hear what he was saying, arms crossed, brow furrowed, eyes never leaving the person on the bed.
At first glance, it seemed no different from usual, but Zhang Bo noticed that His Highness's breathing was deep and heavy at this moment; he was deliberately suppressing his emotions.
The two doctors lifted Song Beiyao’s robes, and upon seeing the wound, they both broke out in a cold sweat. Right in the center of the heart, not a fraction off, it was definitely a fatal stab.
Even if a celestial being came, they wouldn't be able to save him!!
But when they looked back, that master's face was as dark as Yama's. If the news that they couldn't save him got out, could they still live? (T/N: Yama = King of the Underworld)
They could only try to wipe off the blood as much as possible, apply medicine, and perform a hemostatic bandage.
In the endless darkness, Song Beiyao felt no pain at all, only a lightness in his body, as if he would fly away in the next moment.
[Host, your life has entered a countdown. Do you wish to attempt self-rescue?] At this moment, he heard the system's voice.
"How do I save myself?" He asked.
[Offset the 100 luck points you previously collected to heal the fatal wound to your heart.]
[Would you like to use it immediately?]
"Use it." Song Beiyao immediately replied.
[Please note, the critical point for luck value is -200. Currently, your luck value is -100. After using your luck value, you will enter a near-death state. Please replenish your luck value immediately to ensure your survival!]
As soon as the system finished speaking, Song Beiyao felt his body plummet heavily downward, the lightness disappearing, and the intense pain that followed was from the earlier collision in the carriage.
The pain in his chest disappeared, as he struggled to open his eyes, he coughed heavily a few times, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The originally light gray numbers in the lower left corner of his vision were now as red as blood, flickering ominously, signaling the countdown to his death. He gasped heavily, softly calling out, "Husband.."
“Consort!"
"The Side Lord actually woke up!" The two doctors were still applying pressure to the wound when they were startled by Song Beiyao's sudden recovery.
They quickly got up and said to Pei Ji, "Your Highness, the Side Lord is calling for you!"
Pei Ji walked to the bedside and sat down, looking down at the barely breathing young man, "How are you feeling?"
In that moment, Song Beiyao looked utterly disheveled, covered in blood from head to toe, with blood on his face and even in his hair.
He seemed to be on his last breath, gasping and exhaling painfully, his voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, "Husband..."
Pei Ji slightly bent down, wanting to hear what he had to say clearly.
"Husband, I have something to say to you."
Still unable to hear what he was saying, Pei Ji almost pressed his ear to his lips. Suddenly, a cold hand grasped his cheek, turning his head back to face forward.
The next moment, a pair of soft, moist lips pressed against his.
The smell of blood mixed with the unique scent of the young man, invaded his nostrils and Pei Ji's body stiffened for a moment, but he didn't push him away.
His eyes were still open, and he could see the boy's tightly closed eyes, with long, thick eyelashes trembling incessantly. This kiss seemed to be telling the story of a love that was hard to part with at the end of life.
Not long after, Song Beiyao let him go. The number in the lower left corner of his vision instantly jumped to -177. He let out a long sigh, closed his eyes and fainted again.
Pei Ji saw that the corners of his lips seemed to carry a hint of satisfaction, but his brows were still tightly furrowed in pain.
His gaze briefly lingered on the bloodless lips and Pei Ji's throat moved slightly. He quickly stood up, giving way to the two doctors, asking in a deep voice, "How is he?"
Tan Tian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, mentally preparing his words, and quickly stepped forward to check on the situation of the Side Lord.
Seeing this, Tan Tian felt like he was about to have a heart attack from fright. He saw that the wound on his chest, which had been bleeding profusely, had suddenly turned into just a shallow cut. There’s no more bleeding; when I touch it, the heart still beats perfectly.
The younger doctor next to him was about to speak up about the anomaly. Tan Tian immediately shot him a glare to stop him.
After finishing with the wound, he respectfully said to Pei Ji, "Your Highness, the wound did not hit any vital areas. I have stopped the bleeding, applied medicine and bandaged it well. There should be no danger to his life."
"Mn." Pei Ji's tense expression eased slightly.
Meanwhile, Zhang Bo also felt relieved. The Side Lord had only been in the palace for a little over a month, but had fallen ill and been injured in various ways. He always seemed to look extremely haggard and made people feel heartbroken when they would see him. I imagine the prince must be feeling quite distressed as well.
He was just about to say a few comforting words to His Highness, when he saw His Highness stride out of the main house without looking back.
Zhang Bo was puzzled again. The prince clearly looked worried, but why did it seem like that wasn't the case?
(Translated by: Hotpot Scans)
(Proofread by: Pirika Usui)
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