Chapter 30 Rescue
Knowing what would happen in the future, Song Ci could not possibly associate this transparent and pale man in her arms, whose temperament was like that of a banished immortal, with Pei Ji, Lord Pei, who would be feared and envied by everyone in the future.
He is like a sick moon, cold and without temperature. He looks normal, but in fact he is rotten inside. The rotten part is like rotten meat. It hurts to remove it, and it also hurts if you don't.
Considering that the other party offered to help today, perhaps because of the bracelet, Song Ci still couldn't help but want to tell him what he knew.
She felt sorry for him and couldn't bear to see Pei Ji, who was following the same path as in his previous life, bedridden and tortured by illness for half his life.
The dull pain in his chest eased, and Pei Ji struggled to open his eyes. What he saw was not A Lin, but Song Ci, who was standing right next to him, her eyes full of concern.
A Lin hurriedly took Pei Ji and thanked Song Ci: "Miss Song San, thank you for your help."
Song Ci also realized that the two of them were now too close, and immediately distanced themselves from each other.
She seemed to have heard that Pei Ji had severe mysophobia and would never allow anyone to touch him. Just now... she was trying to help, so he shouldn't blame her.
On this side, Pei Ji stood up, looked down at his robe, and after enduring it again and again, he raised his hand and patted it.
Meeting Song Ci's eyes, he hesitated a little, and finally explained: "I don't hate you, it's just that I don't like to interact with people..."
Song Ci blinked to show his understanding.
After finding a place to sit down, Pei Ji drank some tea before saying, "Miss Song San has been looking at me. Is there anything she wants to say?"
"I do have something to say to Master Pei." She bit her lower lip. "Maybe Master Pei will find it strange, but please listen to me."
Pei Ji was tall and thin, and the long-term illness had made him a little thin, but his elegance was not reduced at all. Instead, he looked more like an ethereal being, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He had an outstanding appearance, and a small red mole at the corner of his eye added a bit of temptation.
Song Ci reluctantly averted her gaze, then held her chin with one hand. The soft fabric slipped down, revealing a piece of snow-white and tender skin. On the inside of her wrist, a small red mole was faintly visible.
Such a private part of her was discovered by others, but she had no idea. She just frowned, as if thinking about how to start the conversation.
"Gudong." Pei Ji swallowed the tea in his mouth and looked away.
"When did Master Pei's illness begin?"
Pei Ji thought for a moment and said, "Probably starting when I was five or six years old."
He didn't seem to mind talking about his unpleasant past with others, and his words seemed to be talking about other people's affairs.
"Have you ever wondered what caused this disease?"
Lin, leaning against a pillar with his arms folded behind his back, couldn't help but speak, "Young Master is weak. The doctor said it's a weakness he was born with."
"If it's a weakness, why didn't it occur before the age of five or six? Children of five or six should be healthier."
A-Lin was stunned for a moment, "Maybe it's because it didn't happen before..."
He himself felt a little guilty about this.
How could this condition, which hadn't flared up during infancy, when babies are at their most vulnerable, flare up at five or six? And it persisted for years, with no cure, despite seeing various renowned doctors. Instead, the condition only worsened.
Pei Ji keenly noticed that her tone was not right, "Miss Song San, if you have something to say, you might as well speak directly."
"Mr. Pei is not weak, he is poisoned."
A Lin hissed in his heart, and his eyes became horrified and serious.
The people in the Pei Mansion are all close friends, and they usually get along well with his son. If someone really poisoned him,...
He didn't dare to think about it.
Pei Ji frowned and lowered his eyes. "I don't understand what Miss Song San said. If it's poison, then the person who keeps poisoning me must be someone close to me. But I don't have any enemies with anyone."
His voice was pleasant, clear and cold, like the first snow that had just melted, and his tone was clearly a little unhappy, but not offensive.
Song Ci continued, "Sometimes, it doesn't take an enemy to make people want to kill." He stretched out his slender white fingertips, dipped them in the tea in the cup in front of him, and quickly wrote the word "road" on the stone table.
"It's OK even if it's blocking the road."
Pei Ji stared blankly at the word, his eyes flickering, but this time he did not immediately reject Song Ci's words. Instead, he fell into deep thought.
Instead of speaking again eagerly, she remained quiet.
A Lin looked at this scene and clicked his tongue. It was quite beautiful. Both of them looked like a perfect match. It was just a pity that his master had no interest in romance.
"Miss Song San has been away for a long time. You'd better go back early. Otherwise, people will speculate." Pei Ji stood up after half an incense stick of time. His expression was still cold, and there was a sense of irritation lingering between his brows. He simply took A Lin away.
Wanxiang pursed her lips and said, "Miss, you are kind. What's that expression on his face?"
"It's normal that he doesn't believe it." Truly, the people in Pei's house are too good at acting.
"Okay, let's go back. The banquet will be over soon." Song Ci took Wanxiang and walked towards the group.
However, the courtyard of the flower viewing banquet was so large that the two of them walked and walked until they came to the lake. They were a little unsure of where to go.
Wanxiang: "This yard is so big, probably ten times the size of our Song family's houses."
Song Ci laughed at her, "In Beijing, every inch of land is worth a lot of money. We are already quite good if we can buy a small house in that area. How can we compare with the rich and powerful here?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a loud "thump".
The lake was splashing with water. The master and servant looked at each other. The jokes they had just had disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness.
"Miss, let's go quickly." Wanxiang is not stupid, she just looks stupid, but she is not really stupid.
I've heard a lot about the intrigues and open and covert struggles among the powerful people in Beijing. With such a loud sound of someone falling into the water, I think it must not be an object... but a person.
Song Ci restrained his expression and suddenly remembered something he had heard in his previous life.
Prince Yu's younger sister, Princess Le Yi, also known as Zhou Ziping, fell into the water during a flower viewing banquet. Fortunately, she was rescued by a young man, but her reputation was ruined and she had no choice but to marry him. Unfortunately, this man was a well-known playboy in the capital. Not long after the wedding, he continued to sleep with other women and showed no respect to the princess.
The reason was simple: this man's grandfather had once saved the late emperor, but later died of a serious illness. The late emperor issued an edict, bestowing him with a title and even stating that his descendants would be spared as long as they did not commit the serious crime of treason.
Faced with a family of scoundrels, the princess could only swallow her anger. Two years later, she became pregnant, but for some reason she miscarried, injured her body, and died soon after.
Prince Yu was deeply shocked and stayed indoors for a while.
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