AMLFS Chapter 13

Chapter 13: The Sly Simpleton

Chapter 13 The Sly Simpleton

Song Huaixi dragged Zhao Fangye to have dinner together.

However, this time, Song Huaixi finally deigned to lift his head from his own bowl.

He sat beside Zhao Fangye, busily attending to him: “Your Highness, eat this!”

He kept piling food onto Zhao Fangye’s plate.

Zhao Fangye looked at the mountain that was once again forming in his bowl, and grabbed the hand that was still trying to pile more on.

“Eat yourself, you don’t need to take care of me.”

Seeing his expression was calm, Song Huaixi responded softly, “Oh.”

He ate from his own bowl while watching Zhao Fangye’s refined and elegant movements.

Song Huaixi was a little troubled.

Zhao Fangye always seemed cold, and he didn’t know what to do to get closer to him.

Catching his unwavering gaze from the corner of his eye, Zhao Fangye put down his chopsticks: “What are you looking at me for? Eat properly.”

“Your Highness, don’t you like me giving you food?” Song Huaixi tilted his head, tentatively asking.

Zhao Fangye paused, and a fleeting expression crossed his face.

But Song Huaixi couldn’t see it clearly. When Zhao Fangye didn’t speak, Song Huaixi assumed he was right.

Drooping his head, he said, “Then I won’t give you food anymore. Don’t be upset.”

“I’m not.”

Zhao Fangye pursed his lips and began to explain almost against his will, “This Prince isn’t used to it.”

He had always dined alone since he was a child. When he was young, no one accompanied him for meals. After he grew up, no one dared to eat with him.

Since Song Huaixi arrived, Zhao Fangye felt that many of his habits had been disrupted.

The feeling of losing control made him anxious.

“So that’s how it is.” Supporting his cheek, Song Huaixi blinked.

Understanding that Zhao Fangye didn’t dislike him, the gloom between his brows instantly disappeared.

His mood improved again.

Then, he proposed, “Then I’ll accompany you for meals every day. Will you get used to it then?”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fangye looked up at him, his light-colored eyes deepening slightly.

It was impossible to fathom what he was thinking.

Song Huaixi’s beautiful face was earnest, and his tone was expectant.

Looking at his hopeful face, Zhao Fangye couldn’t understand why this little simpleton had to cling to him.

“This Prince doesn’t need company,” Zhao Fangye refused, lowering his eyelashes to hide his obscure expression.

He decided to distance himself from Song Huaixi once again.

Song Huaixi’s eyebrows drooped: “Why? Do you like eating alone? It’s so lonely.”

In the Song family, their meals were always lively. Eating alone would be so desolate.

He didn’t want Zhao Fangye to eat alone.

Even if Zhao Fangye refused, he would still pester him to eat together. Because this was an important step in becoming closer!

In the evening, Song Huaixi couldn’t wait to take his quilt to Zhao Fangye’s courtyard.

Unexpectedly, he was stopped by Zhang Wenwen.

Taking the bedding from his hands and placing it on the bed, Zhang Wenwen said, “Your Highness, it’s best if you don’t go now. Go later.”

“Why?”

Song Huaixi was completely puzzled. He looked out the window; it was already dark.

It was time to sleep.

Zhang Wenwen sighed, seeing that he didn’t understand anything.

The meaning of Prince Zhao Fangye sleeping in separate rooms was obvious.

Everyone in the Ning Wang Mansion understood that it was to snub this male wife.

If Song Huaixi went over now, everyone would be watching. If Zhao Fangye publicly drove him out, where would his reputation be?

Moreover, it wasn’t yet bedtime. If he went now, Zhao Fangye would send him back anyway.

“Your Highness, just listen to me.”

Zhang Wenwen led him to wash up, helped him put on his nightclothes, and tucked him into bed.

Song Huaixi struggled in the quilt, showing his head: “What are you doing, Zhang Wenwen? I’m not sleeping here. I want to sleep in the Prince’s courtyard!”

“Be good, you can go later.”

Late at night, Song Huaixi wrapped himself in a fox fur cloak.

Holding his pillow in his hands, he stealthily walked towards Zhao Fangye’s courtyard.

Zhang Wenwen stood at the door, watching his back. Although this idea was a bit unconventional, Zhao Fangye wouldn’t be too harsh on him considering his natural simple-mindedness.

Song Huaixi excitedly arrived at Zhao Fangye’s door, tiptoed, pushed the door open, and groped towards Zhao Fangye’s bed.

Once inside, there was no moonlight tonight.

Everywhere was pitch black. Song Huaixi had no choice but to slowly feel around.

The temperature at midnight in winter was very cold. Coupled with his inability to see, Song Huaixi’s heartbeat was very loud.

Zhao Fangye, who was on the bed, had already woken up when the door was pushed open. He sat up on the bed, his eyes sharp as he looked at the dark figure in the room.

Recently, the emperor had been coercing him to hand over his military power. Zhao Fangye wouldn’t be surprised even if an assassin was sent.

The guard above the beam flipped down and knelt beside Zhao Fangye.

“Who is it?”

Zhao Fangye exuded killing intent.

“Reporting to Your Highness…” The guard paused for a moment, then continued, “… it seems to be the Prince Consort…”

The little simpleton? What was he doing in his room so late?

Zhao Fangye frowned. He really didn’t know what this person was thinking all day long.

His tense expression relaxed, and Zhao Fangye rubbed his forehead. He waved his hand at the guard beside him: “Okay, you can go down.”

Completely unaware that his whereabouts had been exposed, Song Huaixi finally felt his way to Zhao Fangye’s bed after accidentally bumping into the furniture in the room countless times.

Song Huaixi immediately took his pillow and excitedly climbed up from the foot of the bed.

Winter nights were relatively dark, but Song Huaixi, having adapted to the darkness, could barely see a little.

Zhao Fangye, dressed in black nightclothes, leaned against the headboard, blending into the darkness. He calmly watched Song Huaixi crawl towards him.

Afraid of waking Zhao Fangye, Song Huaixi was very careful, not even daring to breathe loudly.

He used both his hands and feet, inching his way towards the head of the bed, wriggling like a small green worm.

As he crawled, his hand accidentally rested on something soft.

Not knowing what it was, Song Huaixi curiously squeezed it.

“Mmph!”

A low, muffled groan suddenly came from the darkness.

Song Huaixi was startled, thinking that Zhao Fangye had been awakened by him. He quickly retracted his hand and froze in place, waiting for a while.

Seeing no movement, he started crawling forward again.

Zhao Fangye watched the white-clad figure getting closer and closer to him, his face darkening.

Who taught him to use such tricks to attract his attention?

A simpleton with so many tricks.

He wanted to see what this simpleton was going to do to him.

Unexpectedly, Song Huaixi just crawled to the head of the bed, placed his pillow on the bed, lay down, pulled Zhao Fangye’s quilt over himself, and then stopped moving.

His actions caught Zhao Fangye completely off guard.

After lying down, Song Huaixi’s breathing became long and steady.

His goal was just to sleep with Zhao Fangye; there were no other hidden motives.

Now that his goal had been achieved, he naturally fell asleep peacefully.

Leaving Zhao Fangye, who had been awakened, sitting beside him, staring at his sleeping face.

His expression was as dark as ink.

Suppressing the urge to kick him off the bed, Zhao Fangye got up and lit the candle on the side.

Zhao Fangye sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over to pinch his nose.

Song Huaixi couldn’t breathe smoothly and could only breathe heavily through his mouth.

His gaze rested on Song Huaixi’s face. His round eyes were closed. His long eyelashes were like small fans, his rosy lips opened and closed, and his face still had baby fat.

Zhao Fangye was close to him and could smell the warm fragrance from the little simpleton’s body. It was sweet, and faintly entered his nostrils.

Perhaps he was tired from all the commotion earlier, Zhao Fangye increased the force in his hand but he did not wake up.

So, Zhao Fangye mercilessly yanked the quilt off of him.

With a gloomy face, he said in a cold voice: “Get up!”