The Command to Pamper the Husband - Chapter 27

Xu Lin turned and ran.

Next to him, Zhao Fuhai, the attendant, was trembling violently. His legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.

A warm, damp patch spread beneath him.

His plump body kept shaking, and he wanted to crawl away. He didn’t care where, just away, but the immense terror paralyzed him.

Half of the blood-stained arrows thudded into the ground next to Zhao Fuhai’s feet.

The arrows stuck in, raising dust and leaves, making Zhao Fuhai scream and faint with his eyes rolled back.

The other half of the arrows, as if they had eyes and legs, pursued Xu Lin.

Xu Lin let out a ghostly wail, causing the assassins and guards he had brought to stop searching for the vanished woman and rush towards him.

As they ran, they nearly tripped over their own feet in shock.

Song Jin, who had been staring at Xu Lin, suddenly shifted her sharp gaze to the sword-wielding assassins.

Following Song Jin’s gaze, the arrows chasing Xu Lin turned towards the assassins.

Before the assassins could react to the strange events, arrows pierced their throats, killing them instantly.

The side that had previously held an absolute advantage now lay dead all around.

Xu Lin wanted to run, but his legs were too weak to move. He fell to his knees with a thud.

He struggled to get up but couldn’t.

Lu Zhan stared in shock at the scene before him.

“Holy crap!”

Song Jin’s tense expression relaxed, and she wiped a layer of fine sweat from her forehead.

Wan Xi stood beside Song Jin, looking at her with a complex expression.

Yuan Bao squatted on Wan Xi’s other side, looking at Song Jin with a satisfied expression, as if enjoying a long-awaited show.

“I like to do things perfectly, not just ninety percent,” Song Jin said, stepping out of the bushes.

Yes.

She could control weapons with her mind.

Before she transmigrated, she had this ability from a young age.

The reason she quit the mixed martial arts circle was because she couldn’t accurately control this skill.

Whenever she got angry, any metal objects around her that could be used as weapons would fly at her opponent.

So, she had to quit the martial arts circle and live as an ordinary person.

When she transmigrated, she thought being struck by lightning might have taken away this ability.

Last night, during the attack in the woods, she tried using it and found she still could.

Although this skill was incredible, it had a fatal flaw.

Whenever she used it, she would immediately suffer some misfortune.

For example, falling into a sewer, rolling down stairs, drinking scalding water, or choking on a tart…

Seeing Song Jin step out, Lu Zhan didn’t have time to think and followed her.

Wan Xi, looking solemn, stayed where she was, watching Song Jin’s back.

Xu Lin lay on the ground, trying to crawl away, but only managed to struggle futilely.

Song Jin walked up to him in a few steps, looking down at the man who had wet his pants. “Who is he?”

Maintaining her imposing tone, she asked!

Lu Zhan immediately replied, “The son of Duke An, Xu Lin.”

“Do we need him alive?”

Xu Lin’s face turned pale.

“Don’t kill me, don’t kill me. Whatever you want, I’ll give you. The gold mine, my Duke An’s household is willing to share it with the Fourth Prince. No, seventy-thirty, seventy for the Fourth Prince. Even ninety-ten, just don’t kill me!”

A moment ago, he couldn’t even stand, but now he crawled up and grabbed the hem of Song Jin’s robe.

Song Jin looked at him.

“Are you afraid of death?”

Xu Lin…

Of course, who isn’t afraid of death!

Lu Zhan glanced at Song Jin, “For now, he can’t die.”

Song Jin nodded, “Alright, then we’ll keep him.”

She turned to look at the unconscious fat man, “What about him?”

“That’s Zhao Fuhai, an attendant close to the Empress Dowager. Like Xu Lin, he can’t die for now,” Lu Zhan said politely.

Though Lu Zhan was always respectful to Song Jin, now he was extraordinarily deferential.

Even with his foot, he could guess that the strange scene earlier was the work of Young Master Song.

She could control weapons!

In all his years, he had only known of two people who could do this: the late empress and her great-grandmother.

It was rumored that the late empress was a woman from Miao Territory.

Unlike ordinary Miao Territory people who were skilled in medicine and poisons, the late empress’s lineage was adept at controlling weapons with spiritual power.

However, such talent was rare.

The late empress was one, and her great-grandmother was another.

There were no more.

Unexpectedly, today he witnessed it firsthand!

Previously, he thought it was just a rumor, but today he saw the truth!

However, such a skill was said to be passed down to females, not males, and only the late empress’s lineage had this unique trait.

How did Young Master Song…

The question arose, but there was no time to ponder it.

Shen Yue had already left to retrieve what they came for. Although they had won, this place was still Duke An’s territory. To avoid unnecessary trouble, it was best to leave quickly.

After all, according to their original plan, they hadn’t intended to alert anyone here.

Instructing Shen Yue’s secret guards to knock out Xu Lin and Zhao Fuhai and tie them up, they buried the rest of the bodies and led Song Jin away.

“Aren’t we waiting for your Fourth Prince?”

Lu Zhan smiled awkwardly, “Young Master Song, please don’t be angry. We concealed his identity with your father’s consent, fearing you might hesitate to act if you knew his true identity.”

Song Jin pursed her lips.

Liar!

Clearly, her father was worried about her.

If Shen Yue had revealed his true identity, she would have had to salute him every time they met!

Given how much her father doted on her, he wouldn’t have wanted her to bow to anyone often.

Returning to the bushes, she met Wan Xi’s solemn gaze, and Song Jin nervously bit her lip.

“I’ll make you some spicy boiled fish when we get back.”

Wan Xi tilted her head, face stern, staring at Song Jin.

Song Jin felt a tingling on her scalp.

Oh no, Wan Xi must have realized she’s not the original owner.

“Go away, I need to talk to my Young Master!” Wan Xi glared fiercely at Lu Zhan.

Lu Zhan…

Can’t afford to offend!

After all, he had eaten her chicken drumstick and needed to repay the favor.

He moved aside to watch the secret guards clean up the bodies.

Song Jin’s heart raced.

The moment of judgment had come.

“What do you want to ask?” Song Jin took the initiative.

Wan Xi bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Young Master can control weapons, so can you control a kitchen knife?”

Song Jin nodded, feeling puzzled.

Tears streamed down Wan Xi’s face.

“If you can control a kitchen knife, why do you always make me chop the vegetables when cooking! Can’t you make the knife cut by itself? Isn’t it a mature knife in your eyes?”

Song Jin…

All the guilt and anxiety she had gathered scattered wildly!

She was… speechless!