AMLFS Chapter 60

The breaths of the two intertwined.

The candlelight outside faintly penetrated the bed curtains. Prince Zhao Fangye of the Ning district gazed at Song Huaixi beneath him.

He saw a pair of bright, dark eyes sparkling as they looked at him, cheeks flushed with a hint of crimson.

This was the first time Song Huaixi had consciously made such a request of Zhao Fangye while sober.

Song Huaixi was still somewhat shy, but more than that, he was being honest about his desires.

Supporting himself above Song Huaixi with his hands, Zhao Fangye’s light-colored eyes were also tinged with desire.

Pinching his chin, Zhao Fangye lowered his head and kissed his red lips.

The atmosphere began to turn romantic. Song Huaixi parted his lips and proactively reached out to cling to Zhao Fangye’s shoulders,

entangling his tongue with his.

Zhao Fangye’s kisses, burning hot, lingered from his lips to the tips of his flushed ears. Then, moving downwards, he gently nibbled at his fair neck.

Song Huaixi was tickled by his actions and couldn’t help but giggle.

“It’s so itchy…”

Song Huaixi’s delicate eyebrows arched, appearing even more innocent and lovable in the romantic atmosphere.

Lowering his head, Zhao Fangye gently kissed his forehead and embraced his waist, bringing his mouth close to his ear.

His voice held a hint of danger: “Itchy? Just wait, Huaixi might find it painful later.”

Song Huaixi blinked slowly, grabbing his collar and pleading, “Don’t hurt, don’t hurt me.”

Zhao Fangye chuckled softly at his words, filled with indulgence: “Such a delicate darling.”

If it weren’t for the effects of the Qi Meng San that prevented him from feeling pain the first time,

this little simpleton would definitely not dare to make such a request of him.

After speaking, Zhao Fangye kissed his lips again, slowing his movements, carefully studying Song Huaixi’s expression.

Feeling Zhao Fangye’s movements, Song Huaixi unconsciously tightened his grip on Zhao Fangye’s clothes, his delicate eyebrows gradually furrowing.

“Mmm…”

Song Huaixi breathed in small gasps, his body gradually tensing.

The temperature in the air steadily rose. Just as the two were about to move further,

there was a knock at the door.

Both of them froze.

Lin Rugui’s voice sounded from outside the door: “Huaixi, are you asleep?”

Hearing Lin Rugui’s voice, Song Huaixi’s body shuddered violently, and he hurriedly pushed away Zhao Fangye, who was on top of him.

Zhao Fangye, pushed suddenly, slumped sideways, supporting himself on the bed, and chuckled speechlessly at his guilty expression.

He had thought the silly rabbit had become brave, but he was still timid and shy.

The romance that had risen between the bed curtains instantly vanished without a trace.

Song Huaixi hugged the quilt, his face as red as if it were bleeding. He buried his head under the quilt, not daring to respond.

His dark eyes gazed anxiously at Zhao Fangye, muttering in a small voice, “Don’t laugh, what should I do? Mother is here?”

Song Huaixi looked at his disheveled collar, his fair skin still dotted with red marks.

Seeing this, Song Huaixi shrank further into the bedding.

Now, only the top of his fluffy head was visible.

Zhao Fangye found him adorable in this state.

Reaching out, he rubbed the top of his exposed head: “Your husband will go, you lie down obediently. There’s no heating here, be careful not to catch a cold.”

Muffled by the quilt, Song Huaixi nodded.

Lin Rugui stood outside the door for a while, and seeing that there was no response, she assumed they had already rested.

She looked at the candlelight in the room with some doubt. Just as she was about to turn around and leave,

the wooden door was opened, and Zhao Fangye stood there in his dark-colored sleeping robe, the collar slightly disheveled.

Zhao Fangye looked at her, his tone indifferent: “Mother, what’s the matter so late?”

“This room isn’t warm enough, I was worried you’d catch a cold, so I asked the servants to burn two pots of charcoal. And I brought an extra quilt.”

Lin Rugui said this while looking into the room: “Is Huaixi asleep?”

Behind her, servants were carrying braziers and a brocade quilt.

“Mother is too kind, Huaixi is already asleep,” Zhao Fangye said, glancing at them and standing in the doorway.

Then, he looked at the servants and said, “Put the things inside, and be quiet.”

“Yes.”

Hearing that Song Huaixi was already asleep, Lin Rugui hurriedly turned around while saying, “Then I won’t disturb you.”

Zhao Fangye nodded slightly: “Mother, walk slowly.”

Song Huaixi listened to the sounds outside from inside the quilt, his round eyes darting around.

Zhao Fangye sat on the edge of the bed, digging him out from under the quilt.

Reaching out, he pinched his nose: “They’ve already left, aren’t you afraid of suffocating in the quilt?”

Song Huaixi’s face was flushed, and looking at Zhao Fangye, he felt embarrassed, recalling what he had just done.

Pulling on his sleeve, he said, “Zhao Fangye, I didn’t mean to push you just now.”

Zhao Fangye chuckled, his tone not reproachful: “You still have the nerve to say that, you little ingrate.”

With such an interruption, Zhao Fangye was no longer in the mood.

He took the quilt that had just been brought over and covered Song Huaixi with it, then pulled him into his arms: “Let’s sleep.”

The next day, Song Huaixi went to accompany Song Zigen after breakfast.

Perhaps it was because Song Huaixi had returned, but Song Zigen seemed much better.

The two were talking when Song Zigen suddenly coughed violently.

“Cough, cough, cough!!”

Song Zigen covered his mouth, coughing until his face was red.

“Father!” Song Huaixi hurriedly stepped forward to pat his back, his face filled with panic, his voice beginning to tremble: “Father! What’s wrong?! Father, don’t scare me!”

“Cough, cough!” Song Zigen tried to restrain himself, not wanting him to see: “Father’s fine… give Father a cup of tea…”

Song Huaixi hurriedly poured tea, knocking the teacup to the ground in his haste.

Song Huaixi immediately became anxious and rushed out.

Hearing the commotion, Zhao Fangye entered the room and caught him in his arms, frowning at his flustered appearance: “What’s wrong, Huaixi?”

“Tea! Tea!” Song Huaixi was so anxious that he was incoherent: “Father! Drink tea! Tea!”

Zhao Fangye immediately ordered the servants: “Quickly, prepare tea!”

Only then did Song Huaixi calm down.

Zhao Fangye put his arm around him and walked into the room. Song Zigen was wiping his mouth. Seeing the two of them enter, he hurriedly hid his sleeve.

Zhao Fangye keenly noticed a hint of red on his sleeve.

His doubts deepened, and he felt that Song Zigen’s illness was unusual.

There might be some hidden secrets behind it.

Since they were trying their best to hide it, Zhao Fangye didn’t expose it. He would find out the truth himself.

The commotion in the room attracted the entire Song family.

Lin Rugui looked at Song Zigen, her eyes filled with tears. She patted her husband’s hand.

Looking at the crowd, she said: “It’s just a few coughs, look how anxious you all are. It’s nothing, but it scared Huaixi.”

Song Huaixi was still a little worried, and poured him tea: “Father, drink. Don’t cough.”

“Good boy, Huaixi.”

Back in Song Huaixi’s courtyard, Zhao Fangye summoned his secret guards and ordered them to find out what had happened to Song Zigen.

The secret guards quickly found out the whole story. Zhao Fangye listened to the secret guard’s report.

His face suddenly darkened. So many things had happened during the period he was claiming illness and not attending court.

As he had expected, Song Zigen’s illness was indeed related to him.