The Command to Pamper the Husband - Chapter 108

If it were anyone else, they might not understand Song Jin’s sudden, seemingly random statement. However, Yuan Bao leaped onto Song Jin, rubbing its large head against her legs several times before looking up at her with its bright eyes and nodding.

Song Jin heard Yuan Bao’s voice in her mind. You are my little master, the only daughter of my master.

Song Jin felt her hands and feet grow even colder. The only daughter… So, the people killed in her dream, the parents of that baby, were really her own parents?

The realization made Song Jin gasp for air, her heart pounding wildly. The scenes from her dream were so vivid. Even sitting here, she could smell the blood, hear the clash of swords, and feel her mother’s anger, despair, and worry in her final moments. Worry about whether her child would survive.

And her father…

Song Jin shuddered, afraid to think more about the dream. The brutality left her breathless. This wasn’t just a dream; it was a memory, a real memory she had experienced after her birth.

Her heart felt like it was being cut to pieces with hot tongs. Song Jin sat there weakly for a long time. Finally, she lifted her hand to rub Yuan Bao’s head, finding some warmth in the dog’s body heat.

“Then my father… who is my current father?” she asked.

Yuan Bao shook its head, indicating it didn’t know. Its ability was to recognize its master, but it didn’t know others.

No wonder the Emperor searched the country for sixteen-year-old girls, even checking those who were already dead. No wonder her father had her grow up disguised as a boy. Memories from her childhood flashed through Song Jin’s mind like a movie. If she had paid attention and connected the dots, she would have seen the clues.

“Could my mother also smell earth and detect gold, and identify mountains and silver?”

Yuan Bao nodded.

“Could my mother control weapons too?”

Yuan Bao nodded again.

Song Jin forced a smile, pulling at the corners of her mouth. “If she could control weapons, why didn’t she use them to kill when the intruders came?”

Yuan Bao shook its head and replied in her mind, I don’t know. I wasn’t with her. The Heavenly Hound serving your mother was my grandmother.

“If the Heavenly Hound is a divine beast, why didn’t your grandmother appear when my parents were in danger?” Song Jin was sure there was no dog in her dream.

Yuan Bao shook its head again: I don’t know.

Song Jin withdrew her gaze and stroked Yuan Bao’s head. “Tell me more about that letter.”

Yuan Bao’s voice resumed in her mind. Besides cursing the current Emperor, the letter mentioned that the Emperor’s fate lacked gold and that the dragon vein of the Great Yan dynasty needed a ruler with a gold fate. The Duke exploited this information.

The Duchess claimed that the Duke mined gold secretly to bury a massive amount around the palace, compensating for the Emperor’s lack of gold in his fate and stabilizing the dragon vein. She also asserted that the Duke’s Estate had not touched any of the mined gold, and this could be verified by the Emperor.

As Yuan Bao’s explanation concluded, Song Jin understood. No wonder the Emperor pardoned the Duke! It was out of gratitude for prolonging his life!

Disgusted, Song Jin wished she could storm the palace and kill the Emperor, the murderer of her parents. But she knew she couldn’t act on her rage. Killing the Emperor would only destabilize the country and harm the people. The throne would still pass to the scoundrel’s descendants, bringing no justice for her parents.

She needed to thoroughly overthrow the Emperor’s rule, ensuring he died a death from which he could never reincarnate. Only then would she honor her parents’ tragic deaths.

Frustrated and angry, Song Jin paced the room. Why couldn’t she think of a plan? Weren’t the main characters in stories always clever?

Song Jin felt like smashing her head open to stir her brain into action. But her mind remained blank, no ideas coming to her.

Why wasn’t she a smart protagonist!

Exhausted, Song Jin collapsed onto the bed, staring at the ceiling with a heart full of stabbing pain.

What should she do?

Yuan Bao sat beside her, keeping watch.

Time passed slowly until Lu Zhan entered with a food box, bringing delicious aromas. Despite her anger, Song Jin couldn’t resist the smell and sat up quickly.

“Where’s Wan Xi?” Lu Zhan asked, looking around. Usually, Wan xi would be the first to pounce on any food.

Song Jin…

Caught up talking with Yuan Bao, she had forgotten about Wan xi. Rolling her eyes, she reached out to activate a mechanism on the bed.

The bed rotated, revealing an inner room. Shen Yue was still unconscious, and Wan Xi lay on another bed, holding a chicken leg and sleeping soundly, drooling.

Food boxes surrounded her bed. She must have eaten her fill and fallen into a deep sleep.

Song Jin closed the mechanism and walked to the round table. “Let’s eat.”

Lu Zhan, still thinking about Wan Xi sleeping without a blanket, frowned as he set out the food. “Miss Song, you eat first. I’ll check on the Prince.”

Activating the mechanism, Lu Zhan entered the inner room.

Song Jin ate a bite of spicy tripe, glancing back at Lu Zhan.

Instead of checking on Shen Yue, he pulled a blanket over Wan Xi and carefully removed the chicken leg from her hand, placing it on a side table. Then, he quietly returned.

Song Jin’s eyes gleamed with gossip, smiling as she watched him.

Lu Zhan, uncomfortable under her gaze, scratched his head. “What’s wrong, Miss Song?”

Song Jin smiled as she ate. “Nothing, the Prince’s blanket is quite nice.”

She had always been able to bounce back quickly. Just moments ago, she was grieving, and now, the food and gossip had lightened her mood.

As she chewed on the tripe, Song Jin’s earlier sorrow and anger faded. She smiled at Lu Zhan’s blushing face.

“I just thought Wan Xi might catch a cold. If she gets sick, she might infect the Prince,” he explained.

Song Jin nodded like a pecking chick. “That makes sense.”

Lu Zhan…

Scratching his head again, he insisted, “I really thought that.”

Song Jin chuckled. “Should I tell Wan Xi when she wakes up?”

Lu Zhan quickly waved his hands. “No, please don’t.”

Watching him, a sudden idea sparked in Song Jin’s mind.

Food and gossip indeed had limitless power.

She suddenly knew what to do.