This was Song Song’s first meal with Li Xiao.
He heard of Li Xiao’s madness before. When he looked at someone, even if he were smiling, people would be scared stiff. No one knew if, in the next second, he’d grab his sword and slaughter everyone. Even the emperor, when facing this son of his, would order bodyguards to standby. In everyone’s eyes, he was a mentally ill.
At that time, no one knew that Song Song’s name was the key to controlling his emotions. Even Song Song wasn’t sure if his name will continue to have the same effect in this life.
He will have to see as it comes.
The people who served the mad king usually lived in fear. Even his slightest gesture could startle them like scared birds. Today, all of the servants had been sent away.
When Song Song’s chopsticks fell on the table, Li Xiao immediately picked it up. He was sitting very close to Song Song. According to uppity scholars, only a concubine or male pet would be so out of line to sit in such close proximity to the master.
Song Song felt slightly uneasy. While the emperor was still alive, even the crown prince wouldn’t dare to say that he will definitely become the emperor in the future. Only someone as crazy as Li Xiao would sprout such wild talk. However, in Song Song’s ears, this represented that Li Xiao either trusted him deeply or was purposely testing him.
Song Song held his chopsticks again, carefully thinking about his reply. Afraid to anger Li Xiao, he said very lightly: “Your highness, please speak cautiously.”
Li Xiao wasn’t angry and stated: “Song-er is right. This king will pay attention in the future.”
Song Song lifted the serving chopsticks and helped fill Li Xiao’s plate with food. He could feel the other in good spirits. While eating. Li Xiao suddenly spoke: “Song-er seems to know my tastes pretty clearly.”
This is natural. In those years he followed the little prince around, he saw Li Xiao eat many times. Technically to guard from being poisoned, the emperor normally wouldn’t eat too much. But since Song Song didn’t have much to do as a ghost other than watch and think, he inadvertently remembered what Li Xiao liked to eat.
But he couldn’t tell Li Xiao this, so he laughed: “What a coincidence. This commoner likes to eat these dishes as well.”
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Song Song nodded. Due to chronic starvation, he couldn’t eat a lot in one sitting, but still, he waited for Li Xiao to finish eating before putting down his chopsticks.
Now it’s already October. The weather was getting cold, but the inner room of the main house was very warm and burning incense. Song Song followed him into the room, smelling the light aroma. His sight couldn’t help but move to examine the delicate small incense burner. Li Xiao said: “This fragrance has a soothing effect. Song-er should have heard people talk about this king’s illness. ”
“Heard a little.”
Li Xiao’s eyes darkened, stating, “Have you heard? This king often wakes up in the middle of the night and starts stabbing people.”
Song Song nodded again. His face was sunken and thin, but he had a big pair of pure and clever eyes. He quickly recognized Li Xiao’s slight mood drop. Taking two steps forward, he helped the man out of his outer clothes while stating gently: “Just idle gossip. No need to pay attention to such nonsense, your Highness.”
Li Xiao swallowed, looked down at him and asked him hoarsely, “Are you afraid?”
“No.” Song Song raised his eyes and smiled, “This commoner is not afraid of anything.”
Li Xiao’s little mood gradually faded. He reached out to hug Song Song’s waist. Pressed forehead against forehead, he kissed his lips. Song Song responded clumsily, thinking he won’t be getting any sleep tonight. Surprisingly, however, Li Xiao did not continue.
He laid on the large bed, cuddled in the man’s arms like a pillow. The other had his eyes closed, while complaining quietly. “Too skinny. Uncomfortable.”
Song Song thought to himself. In the previous life, how come you didn’t complain about feeling uncomfortable?
He couldn’t wait to have the child, but Li Xiao didn’t seem to have any interest at the moment– that’s not correct to say. He did want one as well, but seemed to be worried about something.
Song Song couldn’t figure it out, and groggily fell asleep. He didn’t rest very well though. He had nightmares nonstop. He dreamt about falling to the floor, bleeding all over. Then, he dreamt about Song Ge stabbing him with a dagger. Following that, he dreamt about his child crying loudly in the middle of a fire… When he opened his eyes, he was being held by Li Xiao. The cold sweat on his forehead dripped from his cheek to his neck. For a moment, his large eyes held a look of panic, then quickly returned to normal.
Li Xiao’s fingers brushed against his forehead, “Had a nightmare?”
Song Song blinked his eyelashes and joked, “Did I scare your highness?”
“You guessed it.”
Song Song: “…”
Li Xiao was unexpectedly deadpan. He reached out and held him in his arms, his chin rubbing against Song Song’s long hair. “This king is easily scared. If you don’t want to frighten me to death and face the emperor’s wrath, then you better have some sweet dreams instead.”
Song Song could hear he was teasing himself and his heart slightly softened: “This commoner doesn’t usually have sweet dreams.”
Li Xiao thought for a moment then said, “Just wait until this king becomes the emperor and grant you the title of empress. That would count as sweet….”
Song Song covered Li Xiao’s mouth, startled once again. God, what’s wrong with this king? Even if he didn’t want his head, Song Song still wants his.
The corner of Li Xiao’s mouth uplifted. He smoothly pressed against Song Song’s fingers and kissed up to the palm of his hand.
Song Song decided to stop talking nonsense with him and buried his head into his chest. Soon after, he fell asleep again.
This is probably the most comfortable night he spent in two lifetimes. No need to worry about rats crawling under him and no need to lose sleep over frostbite pain. Not to mention, no need to worry about someone suddenly barging into the storage room to use him as a punching bag.
All was inconceivably wonderful. When Song Song woke up, there was not a soul in sight. He opened the bed curtains, raised his hand to block the blinding light, and only then did he realize that it was already late morning.
He got out of bed immediately. Outside the inner room stood two maids who bowed down and saluted him: “Gongzi is awake. Do you want to get ready first?”
He acquiesced. Soon someone brought in hot water. Song Song washed his face and someone handed him a soft towel. After washing, the kitchen quickly delivered food: “Wangye ordered us to boil chicken soup for you. Eat it while it’s hot. It’s good nourishment. ”
He picked up the chicken soup in a daze, thinking… Did Li Xiao really plan to fatten him up before eating him? Why so picky?
Outside, steward Qi glanced into the room, then looked a second time, face full of uncertainty. The boy standing next to him looked at him, then looked at him again, eventually becoming impatient:: “Is he really the bastard child of the Song family?
This morning, the entire capital was talking about how our wangye went in person to snatch him here.”
“Wangye’s behavior is getting crazier and crazier,” steward Qi mumbled, “This poor man.”
The young boy said: “Wangye personally carried him back. I heard all the maids in the house were totally envious.”
“What do you know?” Steward Qi looked at Song Song as if he was seeing a dead man, turned and said: “Just wait. The next time wangye falls ill again will be the day he dies.”
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Ooohhh!
Fattening process, go! Will be more comfortable to hug! 😂😂😂
Thanks for the chapter! Well, you do fatten the bird before you eat it, lol.
That sounds almost like placing bets on how long he’s going to last! But they never had one that got to live in the king’s bedroom before did they?
just wait till they get face slapped. xD song song would never die in the hands of his husband.
They are so adorable
I don’t like this butler… Can’t wait for his face to be slapped hard. Thank you for the chapter!!! 💖
Just when I was choking from the sugar….that steward ALMOST ruined my mood.
Rereading this… it’s comparatively simple, but somehow I really like it.
Love the jokes about our ML calling himself emperor prematurely.
Have to fatten up so can last longer bei…
The servants are disgusting. Already gives you an insight why ml had no qualms blindly massacring people around him
Why does this Steward sound as if he’s envious? Did he want to be carried by the king too? HAHAHAB