AMLFS Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Song Huaixi, Silent in Sleep

At night, Song Huaixi got his wish and slept with Prince Zhao Fangye of the Ning district.

The room was heated by the under-floor heating system, and Song Huaixi didn’t feel cold even in his nightgown.

Zhao Fangye washed up and walked over in a black robe.

Song Huaixi was lying on the bed, his fair ankles swinging behind him, showing his happiness. His dark hair was scattered across his chest, making his delicate face even fairer.

“Come quickly! Zhao Fangye!” Song Huaixi patted the bed beside him: “My bed is warmer than yours.”

Hearing this, Zhao Fangye, who was standing by the bed adjusting his sleeves, smiled. Wasn’t this his residence that had become his since this person moved in, and his bed as well?

Zhao Fangye sat down on the bed, and Song Huaixi held his sleeve, puzzled: “Zhao Fangye, do you only have black clothes?”

Except for the wedding clothes he wore on the wedding day, he had never seen Zhao Fangye wear other colors. Always a dark robe.

Looking at his long eyebrows, phoenix eyes, high nose bridge, and full lips.

Clearly, he had such a divine face. He would definitely look good in other colors too.

Hearing his question, Zhao Fangye didn’t answer, and got into bed and lay down.

“Zhao Fangye, are you unhappy?”

Getting closer, playing with his hair wrapped around his fingers, Song Huaixi’s face was almost touching his, their breaths intertwined.

In the quiet room, only the sound of heartbeats could be heard.

His light-colored eyes calmly stared at him: “Song Huaixi, one should be silent in sleep.”

“Oh.” Song Huaixi immediately turned over and lay down properly.

The sweet, greasy fragrance lingering around his nose disappeared all at once. Zhao Fangye closed his eyes to suppress the absent-mindedness.

His mind was filled with thoughts, and he began to doubt whether sleeping with him was appropriate.

A candle was left burning at the head of the bed because Song Huaixi was afraid of the dark.

The candlelight shone through the curtains, making it possible to see the vague figure beside him.

Zhao Fangye turned his head and looked at him. Song Huaixi’s eyes were closed, and his sleeping face was peaceful. His watery red lips were slightly open, and he could vaguely see the pink tip of his tongue.

He had a lovable appearance, but unfortunately, he was foolish and understood nothing.

Zhao Fangye turned his head and closed his eyes, but he couldn’t fall asleep as peacefully as Song Huaixi.

Song Huaixi was never a peaceful sleeper.

He started twisting and turning less than half an hour after falling asleep. He pulled the quilt open, and the messy nightgown exposed his shoulders. Thus, he was exposed to the cold wind.

Opening his eyes with his movements, Zhao Fangye glanced at his exposed, rounded shoulders. Zhao Fangye grabbed the quilt and threw it over his head.

Covering him tightly.

Before long, Song Huaixi probably felt suffocated. He waved his hands randomly, kicked the bedding away, and turned over to sleep soundly.

Seeing him so restless, Zhao Fangye frowned. He was already sick, yet he wouldn’t sleep properly and would catch a cold again.

When the time came, he would cry again when he had to take medicine.

Getting up, he approached him and put his flailing hands into the quilt, covering them.

Unexpectedly, this time, Song Huaixi directly turned over and squeezed into Zhao Fangye’s arms, who was arranging the quilt. He wrapped his arms around his waist.

Not only did he put a leg on him, but he also rubbed against him.

Zhao Fangye paused for a moment and reached out to pull his hands that were clinging to him. But he woke him up.

“Zhao Fangye…”

Song Huaixi was sleepy and groggy and saw his face.

He smiled happily, muttering something in his mouth. He rubbed against his chest again until their skin was tightly pressed together.

The sweet and greasy fragrance became even stronger with the body temperature, and the person in his arms was like a warm and fragrant jade.

Zhao Fangye’s back stiffened for a moment. If he moved again, Song Huaixi would definitely wake up again. He reached out and put the quilt over his back, tucked it in tightly, and lay down on the bed with him in his arms.

Song Huaixi’s small face was resting on his arm, his hand was around his lean waist, and his legs were stuck between his legs. He clung to Zhao Fangye like an octopus.

For a man, this was not a safe position.

Zhao Fangye’s eyes darkened a little, and his breathing became disordered.

However, Song Huaixi was not peaceful even when he was asleep. His feet moved back and forth, twisting, and a prairie fire suddenly ignited in Zhao Fangye’s heart.

Burning his body clean.

His dark eyes looked at the exposed section of Song Huaixi’s snow-white neck, and Zhao Fangye only felt his throat was dry.

He lowered his head and approached his neck, and the warm fragrance became even stronger. It was intoxicating.

His Adam’s apple rolled, and he turned his head, forcing himself away from that fair skin.

Zhao Fangye coldly reached out and tapped a pressure point on his chest. The person who had been restless a moment ago calmed down immediately.

He lay obediently in Zhao Fangye’s arms, sleeping soundly.

After letting him go and covering him with the quilt, Zhao Fangye got up and walked to the table, drinking several cups of cold leftover tea in a row, which calmed the heat in his body.

The next day, Song Huaixi woke up when the sun was high in the sky.

Zhao Fangye had already gotten up and gone to the study.

Zhang Momo walked in and looked at his still unconscious face: “How did the Wangfei sleep last night?”

“Very well!”

Song Huaixi felt like he was hugging a big stove last night, and his hands and feet, which were cold all year round, were no longer cold.

He slept very sweetly.

Seeing that his expression was normal, Zhang Momo already knew. She helped him put on his clothes and didn’t say anything more.

After eating, Song Huaixi couldn’t wait to run to Zhao Fangye’s study to find him.

There was no one guarding the study, so Song Huaixi took it for granted and pushed the door open.

As soon as he pushed the door open, a fierce shout came.

“Who! Damn servant! Get out!”

A middle-aged man in a black cloak suddenly turned around and looked at Song Huaixi.

His eyes were sinister and murderous, and Song Huaixi was so frightened that his legs went weak. He leaned against the door frame and froze in place.

Zhao Fangye’s gaze came over, and he saw that his face was pale and full of fear.

He got up and walked towards him quickly.

He put Song Huaixi in his arms and comforted him softly: “Why did you come?”

“I…” Song Huaixi hadn’t recovered yet and stammered: “Come… to write…”

Zhao Fangye didn’t blame him for barging into the study. He led him to a table and took out the words he had written for him last time and put them away.

“Write here.”

“Okay.”

Song Huaixi nodded, and his eyes accidentally met the Chancellor standing in the room.

He was immediately frightened and shivered.

The Chancellor looked him up and down and said contemptuously: “This is the fool of the Song family?”

Zhao Fangye didn’t answer him, but asked in a low voice: “What’s the matter?”

“You still have the face to ask?” The Chancellor said angrily: “Do you know that you just returned to the capital? How many eyes are watching you. How dare you not attend court and be placed under house arrest?”

“So what?”

Looking at Song Huaixi beside him, who was holding a brush and crookedly drawing the three characters Zhao Fangye, his expression was indifferent.

The Chancellor looked at the way Zhao Fangye looked at Song Huaixi and keenly noticed a trace of strangeness.

He suddenly walked forward, leaned on the table, pointed at Song Huaixi: “Him, what do you plan to do with him?”

“Deal with?” Zhao Fangye’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression became cold: “What do you want me to do with him?”

After saying that, Zhao Fangye interrupted Song Huaixi, who was writing: “Go find Deputy General Sun and ask him to bring a pot of Bai Hao Yin Zhen. Go.”

Song Huaixi didn’t know why, but with his keen intuition, he knew that something was definitely going to happen.

So he nodded, put down the pen, and ran out.

The Chancellor looked at his back, his eyes full of ruthlessness: “You have to know that if you want to ascend to the throne, you can’t do it without help. You should get rid of this person as soon as possible.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Fangye raised his hand and threw the teacup on the ground.

Looking at the Chancellor, he said word by word: “Is that so? Just like you treated my mother back then? Killing her husband and then offering her to the emperor.”