The Command to Pamper the Husband - Chapter 118

“Brother, you don’t have this ability? Why do I feel that you’re quite capable?” The Crown Prince’s hand reached towards Song Jin’s face, his fingers stopping just before touching her cheek.

The person in front of him… Eyes closed tight, mouth clenched, brows furrowed, prepared to sacrifice herself. The Crown Prince smiled suddenly. Interesting. He slowly moved his hand up and plucked a dead leaf from her head.

“Why are you so tense, brother? I’m just helping you get rid of these dirty things.”

Song Jin opened her eyes slightly, seeing the leaf in his hand, her heart pounding wildly. Dirty things. Was he just referring to the leaf, or did he mean something else?

Oh heavens, if she stayed any longer with the Crown Prince, she’d go crazy. She shrank back, forcing a soft, cute smile, and stepped back two paces. “Thank you, brother.”

As she spoke, her heel hit the wall. Her heart stopped for a moment. She was now standing against the wall. If the Crown Prince came closer, would he pin her against it?

Oh no!

If it weren’t for the case at hand, Song Jin would have run away. She stared nervously at the Crown Prince, silently praying: Drop dead, drop dead, drop dead…

The Crown Prince watched her with interest. After a moment, he turned and instructed a nearby attendant, “I’ll be dining at my brother’s residence tonight.”

Song Jin blurted out, “There’s no food at my residence today.”

Lu Zhan thought, Are we supposed to survive on air?

The Crown Prince tilted his head at Song Jin. “No food today? Then you can dine at my residence.”

Song Jin replied, “I have a stomach ache today. I’m fasting.”

The Crown Prince smiled. “No matter. I’ll eat, and you can watch. We brothers should spend more time together to strengthen our bond.”

Song Jin felt there was a deeper meaning to his smile.

Just then, the Minister of Justice arrived. The Crown Prince threw Song Jin a sentence, “Hurry and explain the case to the Minister of Justice. This is your case.”

Song Jin thought, What can I do? I can’t just bash his head in with a brick. I’d like to, but I’m not strong enough. Maybe I should use telekinesis to control a weapon and finish him off?

Hmm… That’s an idea. I’ll see if I get the chance.

Her mind whirled with thoughts as she took a deep breath and walked towards the Minister of Justice. The case was simple, explained in a few sentences, and the Minister of Justice began inspecting the gold.

The Crown Prince looked uninterested. “Now that the Minister of Justice is here, my men won’t interfere further. This case isn’t mine anyway. My brother needed help, so I assisted him. Now that everything is clear, I’ll take my leave.”

Pausing, the Crown Prince looked around. “My men will stay for fifteen minutes. After that, this place will be under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Justice.”

The Minister of Justice immediately bowed. “Thank you, Your Highness.”

The Crown Prince waved his hand. “It’s my duty.”

He then looked at Song Jin. “Brother, remember to come to my residence for dinner tonight. I’ll be waiting.”

With that, he turned and left.

The Minister of Justice was dumbfounded. The Crown Prince inviting the Fourth Prince to dine at his residence? What’s going on?

He turned to look at the Fourth Prince. Song Jin, with a bitter smile, said, “Minister, let’s handle the case.”

The Minister of Justice was puzzled. The Fourth Prince seemed unhappy. What had happened?

He wasn’t one to gossip, but he knew most important matters in the capital. Yet, he couldn’t understand the Crown Prince’s sudden change of attitude towards the Fourth Prince, nor the Fourth Prince’s transformation.

He couldn’t figure it out.

Forget it. Better to focus on the case. His wife’s braised pork was waiting at home.

The matter at the secondary residence was simple: assign guards and finish the task.

After handing over to the Ministry of Justice, the Minister and Song Jin headed straight for the palace.

Entering the palace again, Song Jin felt very different from before. Initially, she had been anxious, worried about playing Shen Yue’s role and causing trouble.

Now, walking on the palace tiles, her mind was filled with memories of that dream.

The sky red with blood. The air thick with the smell of blood. People falling one by one, their blood seeping into the cracks of the tiles, and the piercing screams…

She couldn’t shake the images.

Sensing something was wrong, the Minister of Justice turned to her and saw the Fourth Prince’s pale face. Concerned, he asked quietly, “Your Highness, are you unwell?”

His voice brought Song Jin back to reality. She shook her head lightly and forced a smile. “I’m fine.”

The Minister of Justice thought her voice sounded weary. The Fourth Prince, usually idle, was probably exhausted from handling such an intense case.

Thinking this, he reassured her, “Your Highness, after reporting back, the case should be considered closed. You won’t have to worry about the follow-up.”

Song Jin looked at him. “What do you think Father Emperor will do with the Duke?”

The Minister of Justice’s heart skipped a beat. Was the Fourth Prince an idiot? How could he discuss this in the palace? They couldn’t predict the Emperor’s decisions.

He quickly lowered his head. “Your Highness jests. His Majesty will decide as he sees fit.”

Song Jin realized her mistake. In both ancient and modern times, certain things could be said, and others couldn’t.

She had never been part of officialdom and was used to being straightforward…

She needed to change.

Even if she lacked brains, strategy, or intelligence, she should at least know to be cautious with her words.

If she didn’t know what to say, it was better to say nothing.

Deciding this, Song Jin smiled at the Minister of Justice, and they continued in silence.

In the royal study, after paying respects, the Minister of Justice reported the discovery of gold at the Duke’s secondary residence.

The Emperor’s face turned livid, and he slammed the table.

“Outrageous!”

The Duked his wife had deceived him. Worse, he had believed them!

As an Emperor, he prided himself on wisdom and insight, yet he had been duped!

This frustration was more infuriating than the Duke’s private gold mine.

How to describe it…

It was typical—humiliated and angry!