Seeing his threat was effective, Li Xiao gazed towards Song Song’s stomach again.
Right now the temperature was cold. In order to have ventilation in this room, one of the widows was open. Although there was a screen to block most of the incoming wind, the temperature wasn’t very high. Therefore, even while eating, Song Song only removed his outer cloak. He was still wearing a cotton jacket, so nothing can really be seen.
It’s likely that after the chill recedes from the air, his pregnancy would look more obvious.
Although harboring the intention to eat whatever he can while he still can, recently, Song Song still continued to favor meat above all else. Li Xiao was worried he ate too much meat and gave the child too much of certain nutrients and not enough of others, so he specifically found a master chef who could make bean products taste like meat, but….
It was clear to see that at the moment, Song Song still ate only meat, completely ignoring the beans.
That was until he suddenly paused, abruptly covering his mouth.
At this moment, Li Xiao finally understood what his ‘reaction’ was.
He poured some water for Song Song to rinse his mouth, then with furrowed brows, he reached out a hand to support Song Song’s weakened body post vomiting. Head dizzy and legs like rubber, Song Song buried his pale face against Li Xiao’s chest. Li Xiao’s expression turned serious as he said: “Let’s go home first and get Ji Ying to take a look.”
“It’s nothing. I still want to eat.”
“… …”
Li Xiao looked down at him hesitantly. Song Song steadied himself with his support, pressing together his pale white lips: “I… I want to eat.”
“Then just eat a little more.”
After taking a few steps, Song Song was picked up by Li Xiao and placed back into his chair. The other said: “Eat something light.”
Obediently, Song Song took two bites, however his stomach abruptly twisted again. Li Xiao immediately grabbed a bowl for him to spit in. Song Song cupped the bowl. His entire body was very quickly covered in cold sweat. Eyes full of tears, he looked at Li Xiao and said in a somewhat sulky tone: “Can’t eat anymore…”
Li Xiao patted him on the head and said with furrowed brows: “Let’s go back and have Ji Ying take a look. See if he can give you something.”
“This is normal.” In the previous life, Song Song already experienced this pain. He knew how much trouble he went through during this pregnancy. The symptoms pretty much lasted all the way to the end. However, Li Xiao didn’t know about this at all. He frowned, his gaze carrying some gloom as he glanced at Song Song’s stomach: “When we get home, I’ll get the kitchen to make you something else to eat. Come.”
Song Song rinsed his mouth again. Clearly he was just in great spirits, now he looked as if he just went through a serious illness. Sweat drops still covered his forehead.
Li Xiao grabbed his cloak and helped wrap him snugly in it. Then he bent over to pick him up, but Song Song hurriedly protested: “Don’t, there are still people down stairs.”
“What are you afraid of?” Li Xiao said displeased: “Who doesn’t know you’re my wangfei?”
He rejected Song Song’s protests and carried him down the stairs.
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Everyone watched wide eyed as they walked out. Instantly the shop bursted into chitchat: “Is wangfei sick?”
“Pregnant people are definitely not the same as before, fragile.”
“Wangye really loves to dote on wangfei ah…. It would be great if my daughter’s future husband could dote on her just like this.”
“Good thing wangfei opened this shop. If you’re not busy, then come here more often to bask in his atmosphere. That way your daughter will definitely find a good husband in the future!”
…….
The stepping stool was placed in front of the carriage. Li Xiao stepped on to it and placed Song Song inside. He made sure the windows and door curtain of the carriage were closed tightly before settling down next to Song Song: “Uncomfortable anywhere?”
“No.” Song Song’s energy was low, therefore his mood also fell. Li Xiao didn’t know what to do so could only quietly keep him company as they returned to the estate.
At the estate entrance, Li Xiao first jumped down, then turned back to carry him down the carriage. Song Song just landed in his embrace when he felt the man’s arms tighten and abruptly, they spun half a circle. It was only when they stopped that Song Song realized that someone just shot an arrow this way.
He blanked for a second: “What… what happened?”
“Just an assassin.” Li Xiao carried him inside and said quietly: “When you leave the estate, remember to bring some people. I will order Bai Yan to stick by you without exceptions.”
Song Song looked down, then agreed, asking softly: “Is it the empress?”
“Or someone trying to take advantage of the chaos.” Li Xiao’s tone carried a hint of comfort: “No need to worry. I will protect my wife well.”
Song Song was currently his lifeline. The people trying to kill Li Xiao definitely weren’t limited to just one group, but all this was his own business. Li Xiao didn’t want to tell Song Song too much.
By the time their conversation finished, they already returned to the main house. Li Xiao asked him: “Do you want to eat something? I’ll let the kitchen know.”
“No… I want to take a nap.”
The pain of his stomach convulsing made him dizzy and light-headed. Li Xiao didn’t say anything and placed him on the bed. Then he tucked in the blankets carefully and sat beside him, gently patting him on the shoulder.
Song Song laid on his side and could feel the warm comforting intent from the man’s palm. He couldn’t resist chuckling: “Your highness, you can go do your work. What I’m experiencing is a normal reaction. You don’t need to worry.”
“En.”
Even with this being said, Li Xiao still didn’t leave. Song Song laid still, unable to resist the exhaustion rising in his body so he very quickly fell asleep.
Li Xiao waited until he was fully asleep before he finally got up. He immediately went straight to Ji Ying’s courtyard and ordered someone to knock on the door.
“Doctor Ji, wangye wants to see you.”
Ji Ying at this moment was still sleeping. When he suddenly heard the voice, he mumbled: “Come in… …”
When he just said this, he suddenly remembered something. Abruptly leaping out of bed, he grabbed Song Song’s portrait from where they hung on the wall: “Wait wait wait wait! I’m coming!”
Li Xiao patiently waited for a while. The door opened and he glanced inside Ji Ying’s room, saying: “What were you doing just now?”
“Nothing.” Ji Ying moved away to make room. Inside, there were still 7 heaters placed all around, just as hot as before. Li Xiao’s gaze suddenly fell on the corner of a piece of paper peeking out of the bed curtain, and asked: “What’s that?”
Ji Ying immediately stepped forward and stuffed that paper inward: “Nothing.”
The more he tried to cover up, the more Li Xiao persisted. He narrowed his eyes and said: “Is it wangfei’s portrait?”
“… ….” Crap, he guessed it!?
Ji Ying didn’t even say anything but his expression sold him out. Li Xiao’s face immediately became gloomy. He smacked the other away with a hand, opened the bed curtains and grabbed the picture scroll. There were a total of 10 pictures inside of Song Song from different angles. The profile view showed his long thick eyelashes. The front view showed his grinning expression. Li Xiao squeezed the pictures in his hand, slowly moving his gaze towards Ji Ying: “You also need wangfei to keep you safe and sound?”
“No.” Ji Ying said: “I’m studying if these portraits can also treat your illness. Therefore I’m looking from all angles to see exactly which part of wangfei is the cure. Wangfei agreed to this already.”
Li Xiao’s stormy eyes met his. Ji Ying started feeling somewhat panicky: “It’s not like that, wangye. Please don’t misunderstand. That wangfei is my grandpa right now… it’s not like I can get any ideas over my grandpa, right?”
Li Xiao’s eyes were pitch black. He tossed the picture scrolls into the fire with a flip of his hand, and said in a thick, angry tone: “Do not let this king see any more of his pictures in your room again.”
Ah, Li Xiao didn’t immediately lose control and even had time to give a warning. Looks like he won’t die today.
Ji Ying let out a sigh of relief, and at the same time, watched the burning scrolls with a painful expression. As he felt the cold aura from Li Xiao’s body increase, he could only reluctantly withdraw his line of sight and change the topic: “Why did wangye suddenly come over? Is something wrong?”
“Wangfei’s stomach is unwell today. He threw up everything he ate. Do you have any suggestions?”
Ji Ying rubbed his nose and said: “I really can’t do anything about this. You can get him some sour plums to try. No sour apricots or sour hawthorns. This is normal for people with child.”
“Will it get worse tomorrow?”
“It depends on the person’s body and mood. If wangye can make him happier, then the reaction should lighten some.”
Ji Ying examined him from far away, protecting himself from being injured accidentally. Li Xiao’s brows furrowed again. A moment later, he said: “Do you have your shixiong’s portrait?”
Ji Ying instantly became excited: “You found him?”
“The empress started her search. This king ordered people to follow her. They’ll keep me updated.”
Ji Ying chuckled and praised: “Wangye is wise. However, I really don’t have his portrait right now. Need to draw it. How about I’ll send it your way tomorrow?”
Li Xiao glanced him again, then swept his gaze around the room and warned again: “Do not stash wangfei’s portrait again.”
“I understand.” Ji Ying gave a ‘please’ gesture from afar. Li Xiao was also not interested in staying any longer. When he was almost out the door, Ji Ying couldn’t resist and asked: “You really don’t feel anything when you look at grandpa’s picture?”
Li Xiao just happened to reach the door. He lifted his hand to hold on to it and said without even looking back: “This was how this king felt.”
Ji Ying didn’t have time to react. After Li Xiao stepped out, a maid came over to help him close the door, but suddenly cried out in alarm–
The door that was just touched by Li Xiao suddenly broke into pieces and fell to the floor. The cold wind blew inside. Ji Ying felt like his body was dipped in a freezer, and instantly jumped up: “Ah choo! I need to change rooms!!”
The maid said hastily: “This one will get a door curtain to block the cold first.”
Ji Ying felt like he was practically frozen solid, and jumped back into his bed hugging himself. Inside the blankets he laid trembling. His gaze fell on the door that was broken to pieces by qi, and he felt a shiver run down his spine.
A jealous man was really way too scary.
When Song Song woke up half befuddled again, it was already night time. He sat up straight and rubbed his eyes before noticing that next to the bed now placed a table. Li Xiao was currently bent over it, composing a picture. He stretched his neck over to take a peek: “What are you doing?”
“Drawing you.” Li Xiao looked up, his eyes looked a bit cold: “The pictures that were in Ji Ying’s hands, you agreed to them?”
Song Song nodded. As he sat up straight, he saw the other’s expression turn colder, and said hesitatingly: “Yes. Because he said… maybe the portraits can also cure your illness.”
“Absolute nonsense!” Li Xiao threw down his brush: “You believed that?”
Song Song blinked: “Umm, then why else would he… want my picture?”
The two husbands crossed gazes. Li Xiao moved the table out of the way and walked over, both hands supporting on the side of the bed. His breath puffed over Song Song’s face and scared him to lean backwards awkwardly. The man’s tone was dangerous as he said quietly: “Do you know who you belonged to?”
“Of course to your highness.” Song Song felt perplexed inside. His voice was very small and his expression somewhat confused.
Li Xiao was momentarily stunned by his matter-of-fact tone, and didn’t know how to respond. However, the corner of his mouth faintly rose uncontrollably, although it was hard to discern. He maintained his cold face, but the dangerous aura that was present at the beginning had decreased a lot: “Since you know, then you can’t allow other people to keep your pictures privately.”
Song Song’s pretty bright eyes gazed at him, slowly realizing something. He pursed his lips, somewhat curiously and somewhat delighted, and asked softly: “Your highness… are you drinking vinegar right now?”
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It’s just because everyone want to try sour plums!!!
Thank you for your translation 🤍🤍🤍
So jelly!!
Aw he must have been miserable not being able to eat the first time, since he’s so depressed that it’s starting again. I hoped grandson Ji Ying could help but he’s worthless 😄. And,”just an assassin”…?
Awe, he so jelly. It’s cute.
This time around, their love is prospering to the fullest. It’s so sour that I want more of their happy love.
Hopefully, wangye keeps wangfei safe this time around. 😂 He literally brushed passed the fact that assassins are trying to kill them.
HAHAHAHAHA VERY ADORABLE. Li Xiao was drinking vinegar 🤣
Why is Ji Ying always sleeping tho?? 😂
He really is a human bedbug😅😅😅
I kind of want them to keep pictures so people in the future know of the noble wangfei who kept his mad King in line🤭