The Command to Pamper the Husband - Chapter 218

Just as the heir of the Duke of Ning charged forward, Song Jin’s lips curled into a strange smile. Seeing this, the heir felt a surge of foreboding.

Song Jin stepped down from the Crown Prince, clenched her fist, and raised her hand. At that moment, the heir realized what was about to happen but was too late to stop it.

He tried to grip his sword tightly, attempting to control it, but the sword seemed to have a mind of its own. It wasn’t him controlling the sword, but the sword controlling him.

With terror in his eyes, he watched as his own sword lifted his hand. At his feet, several swords appeared, supporting him and lifting him into the air.

This sudden turn of events halted the ongoing battle. The soldiers were stunned.

The heir was suspended midair at the gate, his hand holding the sword in a self-slashing gesture. He tried to alter the situation, but surrounded by swords, he dared not move.

But staying still meant certain death. As the sword in his hand pierced his neck, drawing blood, a voice echoed.

“Sixteen years ago, my family, in alliance with the Duke of An, assisted His Majesty in placing a Thousand Mechanism Poison on the Empress and Emperor. On the day the Empress gave birth, we, along with His Majesty, stormed the palace, triggering the Gu to strip the Empress of her spiritual power, helping His Majesty seize the throne. I never imagined that sixteen years later, you would appear! You should have died! You didn’t die! Sixteen years ago, we killed the Empress and Emperor, but let you escape! This is retribution, all retribution!”

As these words rang out, the heir’s eyes filled with rage. It was his voice, yet he hadn’t spoken. Someone was mimicking his voice, proclaiming this to the world.

Panicked, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. Song Jin clenched her fist, and the sword at the heir’s neck completed the motion, appearing to the onlookers as if he had committed suicide out of guilt.

His death sapped the fighting spirit of his loyal followers, and the Crown Prince’s men quickly subdued them, taking control of the scene.

Using her spiritual power to control the heir had weakened Song Jin considerably. Beside her, the Heavenly Hound stood, eyes blazing with anger.

As the heir fell, the Heavenly Hound led the way, and the Crown Prince, carrying Song Jin, followed closely behind.

The Third Prince had also placed many hidden forces in the palace, but none could match the ferocity of the Heavenly Hound. Like a sharp sword or a fierce tiger, it moved through the palace, attacking swiftly and relentlessly. Each strike was fatal, leaving a trail of bodies from the gate to the Imperial Hall.

The Crown Prince, carrying Song Jin and following the Heavenly Hound, was left speechless by its prowess. He had known the Heavenly Hound was powerful but hadn’t realized the extent.

Song Jin laughed, “If you bully me in the future, I’ll let the Heavenly Hound bite you.”

The Crown Prince smiled, “You’re the Empress. Who would dare bully you?”

Song Jin’s eyes flashed, “I don’t want to be Empress. I can’t do it.”

The Crown Prince shook his head. “You are the only bloodline of the Empress and Emperor. You must be the Empress. I will help you.”

“You should just become Emperor yourself!”

“Royal bloodlines cannot be confused. Besides, I have no ambition to be Emperor. I only want to be a consort.”

Song Jin… The Heavenly Hound up front… I’m fighting for my life here, and you two are flirting. Is this really appropriate?

In the Imperial Hall, a panicked eunuch rushed in. He was so frantic that he tripped over the threshold, falling headlong. He quickly scrambled to his feet, not even bothering to retrieve his lost shoe or hat, and crawled through the hall.

“Your Highness, something terrible has happened!”

The Third Prince, who had been discussing his ascension, felt a jolt of fear seeing the eunuch in such a state. He jumped up from his seat and almost ran down the steps.

“What happened?”

The eunuch cried, “The heir of the Duke of Ning publicly confessed and committed suicide at the gate! The Crown Prince has brought the late Empress’s daughter and is inside. The Heavenly Hound has killed all the hidden forces Your Highness placed!”

These words left the Third Prince dumbstruck.

The Marquis of Jingning stepped out from the crowd, trembling and pale. “What did you say happened to the heir of the Duke of Ning?”

“He committed suicide to atone for his sins.”

First, Noble Consort De was executed, and now the heir of the Duke of Ning was dead. The Marquis of Jingning fainted on the spot, causing panic among the ministers.

At that moment, footsteps echoed from outside. Everyone turned to see the blood-soaked Heavenly Hound, exuding a deadly aura, charging in first.

Following closely, the Crown Prince entered, carrying Song Jin.

The ministers were stunned. Is this the late Empress’s daughter, the Princess who miraculously survived? How is she with the Crown Prince?

While the ministers were still in shock, Song Dingzhong stood tall and shouted, “Welcome, Princess Gu Luan!”

At his declaration, Minister Zhao knelt down and performed a grand bow. “I, Zhao Jide, on the late Empress’s orders, welcome the Princess back to the palace to rule!”

Minister Zhao’s sudden announcement stunned everyone.

“You… you…” The Third Prince could not believe the Crown Prince had arrived so quickly, nor that Minister Zhao…

Minister Zhao sneered, “I, Zhao Jide, have always been loyal to the late Empress and the late Emperor. I would never serve an unworthy ruler!”

An unworthy ruler referred, of course, to the Emperor. Moments earlier, the Third Prince had announced the Emperor’s crimes to the world.

Suddenly, the Third Prince realized the trap. “You… you…”

They had led him to condemn the Emperor on purpose!

Mad with rage, the Third Prince screamed, “The late Empress’s daughter died in childbirth years ago. Who is this impostor?”

Before he could finish, the Heavenly Hound, like a lightning bolt, leapt at him. Reflexively, the Third Prince crouched and covered his head.

The Heavenly Hound sat directly on his head.

The ministers… In the history of the Great Yan Dynasty, the Heavenly Hound had only been loyal to the royal family. It had never been loyal to the Emperor or any prince until now.

Song Jin stepped down from the Crown Prince, gently raised her hand, and the sword hanging in the Imperial Hall, Scarlet Cloud, flew from its sheath.

The blade glinted coldly as it passed lightly over the necks of each minister.

The sensation of a legendary sword grazing their throats…

Those with weaker constitutions, even if they didn’t faint, were scared enough to wet themselves.