The Command to Pamper the Husband - Chapter 129

The beauties were left at the Crown Prince’s residence, and with his purpose achieved, the Second Prince stood up to take his leave.

He glanced at Song Jin. “Fourth Brother, aren’t you leaving?”

Song Jin smiled sincerely. “I haven’t finished eating yet. After all, it’s not polite to leave food I’ve sneezed on.”

The Crown Prince chuckled inwardly.

The Second Prince’s face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He glared at her, bowed to the Crown Prince, and left.

As soon as the Second Prince was gone, the Crown Prince smiled at Song Jin. “Still claiming you’re not a girl?”

Song Jin was taken aback. “How am I a girl?”

The Crown Prince raised an eyebrow but didn’t pursue the topic. Instead, he said, “Did you really stay just to finish the food? If you like it, I can pack it up for you to take home.”

Song Jin was curious. “You previously sent people to kill me, and now, why have you suddenly changed your attitude?”

Song Jin still insisted that she was Shen Yue. As for the Crown Prince’s claims… Let him say whatever he wants.

The Crown Prince glanced at the food on the table. “How do you know it isn’t poisoned?”

Song Jin…

Seeing her wide-eyed expression, the Crown Prince found it amusing. It was hard to imagine what kind of person this woman was under Shen Yue’s appearance.

“Don’t worry, it’s not poisoned. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it at the Duke’s Estate.”

Song Jin thought about it and realized it was true. If he had acted at the Duke’s Estate, he could have blamed it on the Duke, achieving his goal without implicating himself.

“Why don’t you want to kill me?” Song Jin asked curiously.

The Crown Prince replied frankly, “Keeping you is more useful than killing you. I never kill anything that benefits me.”

Song Jin…

She raised her face. “Useful? Does Brother really think I can help your career? If so, why did you try to kill me before?”

The Crown Prince shook his head lightly, tapping his folding fan on the stone table. “Previously, I wanted to kill Shen Yue. Let me be blunt, if I didn’t kill him, he would have become my biggest obstacle.”

Song Jin scoffed. “I’m just a prince sentenced to death by the Imperial Astrologer, and yet you think so highly of me.”

The Crown Prince didn’t explain. The essence of storybooks wasn’t something everyone could understand.

Song Jin continued, “So now you think keeping me is more useful than killing me? Aren’t you afraid I’ll become your biggest obstacle?”

The Crown Prince used his folding fan to lift Song Jin’s chin across the stone table. “You are now just a soul using Shen Yue’s body. Keeping you is naturally better than killing you.”

Song Jin found the Crown Prince’s words contradictory. Before she could ask, he continued, “Just because I don’t kill you now doesn’t mean I won’t kill you later. The Empress has a painting, ‘Cloudy Jade Book Pavilion.’”

He raised three fingers and waved them. “Three days. Bring it to my residence within three days, or else…”

His expression turned cold. “The Emperor is already suspicious of the sudden awakening of the Heavenly Hound. You’ve been the one in closest contact with it. If I inform the Emperor, he’ll certainly take action against you.”

The Crown Prince’s threat was clear. Song Jin glared at him. “Are you sure I can get it? I can hardly even enter the palace!”

The Crown Prince snorted. “There will be a banquet at the palace tomorrow, and you will be invited. Whether you can get the painting depends on how much you want to live. Previously, I only wanted to kill Shen Yue because he had no value alive. But now…”

He shook his folding fan. “Things are different.”

With that, the Crown Prince stood up. “Take your time eating. If it’s not enough, I’ll have the kitchen send more.”

Then he left.

Song Jin…

Damn you!

Did he really think I was here to eat!

Song Jin stood up. “Since Brother wants to use me, I dare to ask a question.”

The Crown Prince stopped and looked back, curious. “Go ahead.”

“Crown Prince, have you ever read a storybook where people eat bats?”

The Crown Prince stiffened, barely keeping his face from contorting. “Eat bats? Are you crazy? Who would eat bats?”

Bats looked like ghosts. Who could stomach that? Why would anyone eat them? To fly at night? Hang upside down? Crawl into caves? Sleep during the day?

Four question marks flashed in his mind. “Are you sure they eat bats?”

The Crown Prince emphasized the word “eat.”

Song Jin nodded. “Yes, eat bats. Or pangolins.”

The Crown Prince…

The more he looked at Shen Yue’s face, the more he felt the soul inside was unusual. Who could ask such a question?

“Is there such a storybook?” he asked seriously.

Song Jin nodded.

The Crown Prince frowned slightly and walked away.

Indeed, he still hadn’t read enough. He hadn’t read books that even the woman in Shen Yue’s body had read.

Unacceptable.

The Crown Prince strode away.

Song Jin…

She looked at his back, disappointed. So the Crown Prince hadn’t read it either. Where did Wan Xi see it?

More than anything, she wanted to know about the bat-eating story.

After all, revenge was a big task. She wasn’t smart enough to do it all at once. She had to take it step by step.

With the Crown Prince gone, Song Jin had no reason to stay and continue eating. Besides, she had no appetite.

She had been threatened by the Crown Prince. She believed that if she didn’t get the painting, he would tell the Emperor something. Given the Emperor’s disdain for her and his suspicion of Shen Yue’s fate, he would definitely take action.

To survive, she had no choice.

Song Jin left the Crown Prince’s residence, troubled.

Lu Zhan followed her all the way out of the residence, only speaking when they were a distance away. “Miss Song, what happened?”

Song Jin told Lu Zhan everything that had happened.

“What should we do?” she asked.

Lu Zhan’s hands trembled with shock. “The Crown Prince guessed you weren’t Shen Yue?”

Song Jin nodded, distressed.

Lu Zhan felt a deep sense of despair, as if he had fallen into an icy pit. The Crown Prince had guessed something as bizarre as this so accurately.

Looking up at the sky, Lu Zhan felt breathless. “Miss Song, we…”

He stopped mid-sentence, knowing that no matter what he said, it would be in vain.

Song Jin also looked up at the sky.

It’s too hard!

This year’s goal: survive!

Without finding the book she wanted, she had received a task. Song Jin felt heavy-hearted.

As they neared the royal residence, Song Jin suddenly remembered Master Deqing.

“I heard there’s a Deqing Temple in the capital. Is Master Deqing there very skilled?”