The Command to Pamper the Husband - Chapter 225

After a night of turmoil, Song Dezhong and Han Bo didn’t know how they had fallen asleep on the floor of the Princess’s room.

The next day, they were woken up by a kick from the Princess.

The little Princess was excitedly riding on Song Dezhong’s chest, slapping his face.

“Father, look at me! I’ve turned white! I’m not a black mudfish anymore; I’m a white kid!”

Indeed, after Song Dezhong’s repeated emphasis, the Princess genuinely believed she was a young master.

A young master just like her.

“Father, can I go out and play with the other children now?”

The Princess’s bright eyes sparkled with excitement.

Seeing her like this, Song Dezhong’s heart ached.

He raised his hand to stroke her hair, “Do you remember having a stomachache yesterday?”

The Princess shook her head, “No, Father, you must be mistaken. I ate, digested my food, and then slept soundly. No stomachache, silly Father.”

Tears welled up in Song Dezhong’s eyes and fell.

“Right, right, Jin’er didn’t have a stomachache. Father must have remembered it wrong.”

The Princess pressed her small face against Song Dezhong’s chest.

“Don’t cry, Father. Is Jin’er being naughty? Are you mad at me?”

Song Dezhong hugged the Princess tightly. “My Jin’er is the best child. Father isn’t crying because he’s sad; he’s happy because Jin’er is now a white child.”

The Princess jumped off Song Dezhong’s chest.

“Yay!”

She ran to the mirror and looked at herself carefully.

She lifted her arms and legs.

All white.

“Father, I want to go outside.”

“Alright, we’ll go out after breakfast.”

“Yay! Father is the best!”

The Princess jumped with joy and clapped her hands, then suddenly turned to look at Han Bo and Song Dezhong.

“Why are you two sleeping in my room?”

Han Bo and Song Dezhong both smiled and replied in unison, “We were sleepwalking last night.”

The Princess burst out laughing. “Silly Father, silly Uncle Bo.”

After breakfast, the news spread throughout the Song household.

The young master’s health had finally improved.

Some servants who had the chance to see the young master excitedly described how adorable he looked.

After breakfast, Song Dezhong proudly carried Song Jin out of the house.

This immediately drew the attention of the neighbors.

Song Dezhong had lived here for three years, and they only knew he had a son he treasured but had never seen.

To everyone’s surprise…

A little boy, looking so delicate.

No wonder Song Dezhong was so attached to his late wife.

With such a handsome son, his wife must have been a beauty.

For her first outing, Song Dezhong took Song Jin to Qingquan Temple, not far from Yuzhou.

Years ago, the Empress had passed by Qingquan Temple while leading troops.

The temple’s name plaque was inscribed by the Empress herself.

Without entering the temple, Song Dezhong merely led Song Jin to the back of the temple, bowing in its direction.

“Father, why are we bowing here?”

“Because there are gods here who can bless you with health and happiness.”

“Don’t people usually bow inside the temple?”

“The gods in the temple are different from the ones here. We bow to both.”

Holding Song Jin, Song Dezhong looked towards Qingquan Temple with a sorrowful expression.

Song Jin sniffed and pointed to a small mound of earth. “Father, there’s silver in there.”

For a moment, Song Dezhong didn’t understand what Song Jin meant and turned to look at her.

Song Jin smiled and pointed at the small mound. “Silver, Father, there’s silver here.”

Han Bo immediately said, “The young master says there’s silver here.”

Han Bo looked at Song Dezhong solemnly.

Song Dezhong’s eyes twitched.

Song Jin added, “Father, dig it up!”

Song Dezhong tightened his hold on Song Jin. “Jin’er, how do you know there’s silver here?”

Song Jin looked proud. “I can smell it. Can’t you smell it, Father? The scent is so strong.”

Song Dezhong and Han Bo exchanged glances.

Song Dezhong slowly set Song Jin down and, with Han Bo’s help, dug up the small mound.

Under the mound, they found a sizable pottery jar.

Inside the jar was a stash of silver.

Song Jin stood beside the mound, clapping her hands. “Wow, so much money, Father! So much money!”

Holding the jar of silver, Han Bo and Song Dezhong felt conflicted.

The Empress could control weapons using spiritual power.

Last night, when Jin’er was tormented by the Thousand Mechanism Poison, she had also demonstrated some spiritual power.

But being able to smell silver…

They had never heard of the Empress having this ability.

Could it just be a coincidence?

“Jin’er, is there more silver here?” Song Dezhong asked, looking at Song Jin.

Song Jin sniffed around and quickly pointed to an area covered by fallen leaves. “Father, there’s gold here.”

Song Dezhong and Han Bo immediately went to dig.

Another pottery jar.

This one was full of gold ingots.

Song Jin was delighted, clapping her hands and dancing.

But Song Dezhong and Han Bo felt uneasy.

The Princess having such a skill was a blessing or a curse.

Handing the jar to Han Bo, Song Dezhong picked up Song Jin.

“Jin’er, listen to Father. This ability to smell gold and silver, you must keep it a secret from everyone except Uncle Bo and me. Do you understand?”

Song Jin’s big eyes were filled with confusion. “Not even poor people?”

Song Dezhong nodded. “Not even poor people.”

“But if I tell them, they won’t be poor anymore.”

Song Dezhong patted Song Jin’s head. “Remember what Father taught you: It’s better to teach someone to fish than to give them fish.”

Song Jin pouted and thought for a moment. “I understand.”

Song Dezhong continued, “Besides, if others know about your ability, they might steal you away to find gold and silver for them. You’d never see Father again.”

Song Jin immediately hugged Song Dezhong’s neck. “I don’t want that.”

“Then promise Father you won’t tell anyone.”

“Yes, Jin’er promises. It’s a secret between Father, Uncle Bo, and me.”

With Song Jin’s promise, Song Dezhong and Han Bo felt slightly relieved but knew they had to watch over her even more closely.

On their way home, as their carriage entered the city gates, a horse galloped towards them from behind.

The rider, dressed in official attire, charged through the crowded street without slowing down, even whipping his horse harder.

The horse, in pain, went wild.

“Ah!”

A woman carrying a child couldn’t dodge in time and was struck by the horse, falling hard to the ground.

The horse trampled her chest, and she screamed, blood gushing from her mouth, but still pushed her child away.

The rider showed no sign of stopping.

Human life seemed worthless to him.

Before anyone could react, he had vanished.

Song Dezhong and Han Bo hurriedly stopped the carriage and rushed over.

The woman had died.

The child, unaware of what had happened, got up and cried, running towards his bloodied mother.

“Mother, get up. Mother, my leg hurts. Please rub it. Mother, get up!”

The child tugged at his mother’s arm, trying to pull her up.

When he couldn’t, he knelt and tried to turn her face.

“Mother, why won’t you get up? Mother, Xier’s leg hurts. Please rub it. Mother, get up!”

The onlookers wept.

Some cursed the rider and vowed to seek justice at the yamen.

Song Dezhong stepped forward and picked up the child.

The child kicked and punched Song Dezhong.

“Let me go! Let me go! I don’t know you! You’re a bad man! Mother, help Xier! There’s a bad man trying to take me away! Mother! Mother!”

Held by Song Dezhong, the child cried out for his mother, who lay unresponsive.

This frightened the child, making him cry even louder.

Just then, Zhao Jide arrived with a group of people.

Seeing the woman on the ground, Song Dezhong bent down and closed her eyes.

“The person who caused this is the heir of the Duke of Ning from the capital. He was on urgent military duty and has already left Yuzhou.”

Hearing “capital,” Song Dezhong and Han Bo’s eyes flickered with understanding.

The surrounding people cursed loudly.

Zhao Jide looked at Song Dezhong. “She is not from Yuzhou. She must be a refugee.”

This implied that no one knew her identity or her relatives.

Song Dezhong, holding the child, smiled at Zhao Jide. “I was looking for a companion for Jin’er. Why not let me take him in?”

Zhao Jide nodded. “Brother Song, you have a kind heart. In that case, I thank you on her behalf.”

Song Dezhong looked at the child in his arms. “What’s your name?”

The child glared at Song Dezhong. “Bad man, I won’t tell you my name is Wan Xi! I want my mother.”