The Command to Pamper the Husband - Chapter 28

Wan Xi raised her hand in grievance and held it in front of Song Jin.

“For cutting vegetables, meat, green onions, and garlic, this hand has been cut 236 times!”

She cried out in a voice full of sorrow!

Song Jin…

How… pitiful… indeed!!!

“From now on, let the knife cut the vegetables by itself.”

Song Jin patted Wan Xi’s head with a doting expression.

Wan Xi burst into tears.

“Okay!”

Song Jin…

So, all her worries were unnecessary?

She had always worried about being seen through by Wan Xi, but Wan Xi’s mind had always been on a different track!

Was this a good thing or a bad thing?

A good thing… right!?

Master and servant reconciled, Wan Xi wiped away her tears and grinned at Song Jin, “Young Master, you’re amazing. You can identify gold from the soil, discern silver from the mountains, and control weapons. Truly impressive.”

Yuan Bao squatted on one side, wagging his tail.

Yes!

Very impressive indeed!

We’ve always been this impressive!

His wet eyes blinked, and he rubbed his head against Song Jin’s leg.

Song Jin’s heart, which had just settled, was once again on edge.

According to the pattern before she transmigrated, something unfortunate was bound to happen soon.

What could it be this time?

Lu Zhan, standing not far away, watched the interaction between the two and the dog, finding the scene somewhat strange.

The secret guards finished burying the bodies, and Shen Yue returned like a ghost.

Seeing Song Jin still there, Shen Yue’s expression darkened. “Didn’t I tell you to send her away? Why is she still here! A burden!”

Lu Zhan…

Embarrassed, Lu Zhan led Shen Yue aside and explained what had happened.

Shen Yue…

That sissy can control weapons?!

How is that possible!

The only people in the world who could control weapons with their minds were from the Mystical Clan of Miao Territory in the Snowy Ridge of the Great Yan Dynasty, specifically the lineage of the late empress

Even among the Mystical Clan of Miao Territory, not everyone could control weapons.

So far, only the late empress and her great-grandmother had such abilities.

But sadly…

Such a powerful person like the late empress…

Thinking of the tragic end of the late empress, Shen Yue sighed heavily.

Could Song Jin be related to the late empress?

Shen Yue turned to look at Song Jin.

In the sunlight, Song Jin’s thin figure seemed small.

Her eyes were long-lashed, and her collar… was very high!

Shen Yue…

His mouth twitched, and he quickly looked away.

How could such a sissy be related to someone like the late empress!

He must be crazy to think that way!

If this sissy were related to the late empress, he’d rather be struck by lightning!

However, capturing Xu Lin and Zhao Fuhai alive was an unexpected gain this time.

“I’ve got the item. Send out the signal, let’s go down the mountain.”

As for Song Jin’s abilities, he could ask Song Dingzhong about them. No need to dwell on it.

Lu Zhan obeyed, took out a signal flare from his sleeve, lit it, and sent it up.

Once the signal flare was released, the group quickly left.

In less than fifteen minutes, a thunderous explosion echoed.

The loud noise startled the entire forest, sending birds and beasts into a frenzy.

Flocks of birds flew overhead, and Wan Xi, frightened, grabbed Song Jin’s arm. “Young Master, is the earth moving?”

Song Jin looked at Shen Yue ahead.

Seeing Shen Yue’s calm steps, Song Jin said, “It’s nothing, it must be the handiwork of the Fourth Prince.”

“Why would he blow up the mountain?” Wan Xi let out a sigh of relief and released Song Jin.

Song Jin smiled and said nothing.

Blowing up the mountain was to create a big enough commotion.

A big enough commotion would allow the local government in Yuzhou to justify entering the mountain and “accidentally” discovering the gold mine, then reporting it to the court.

That way, Shen Yue’s path would be clear.

However, Lu Zhan said their trip up the mountain had two purposes: to find the exact location of the gold mine and to retrieve something.

What exactly was it?

Song Jin looked at Shen Yue’s back, frowned, then smiled.

Who cares!

Worrying too much makes you old!

Thinking about what to eat when they go back down was more important.

The sunlight filtered through the dense leaves, casting dappled shadows in the forest.

The group descended in silence.

Suddenly, Shen Yue and Yuan Bao both stopped in their tracks.

Yuan Bao’s ears perked up, listening intently.

After a moment, his fur bristled, and he positioned himself in front of Song Jin.

The sudden movement startled Wan Xi.

“What’s wrong?”

Wan Xi immediately grabbed Song Jin’s arm, peering around nervously.

Song Jin sniffed the air, looking around cautiously.

Lu Zhan had already drawn his sword.

Shen Yue listened carefully, then looked forty-five degrees to the left.

After a moment, he glanced at Lu Zhan.

Lu Zhan understood and called out, “Who is there? Since we’re fated to meet here, why not show yourself?”

As he spoke, Lu Zhan silently drew a small bow, the kind Yuan Bao had fetched before.

He nocked an arrow, aiming it at the spot forty-five degrees to the left.

Song Jin sniffed again, trying to catch any scent, but all she smelled was the surrounding vegetation.

After Lu Zhan spoke, there was rustling in the thick foliage ahead.

Wan Xi shrank back, teeth chattering, but still positioned herself in front of Song Jin.

Yuan Bao bared his teeth, tail swishing, fully alert.

The sound moved a few times, then stopped.

Lu Zhan continued, “We are just passing through. If you need a toll, we’ll pay.”

He took out some silver from his sleeve and cautiously stepped toward the dense foliage.

After two steps, the foliage shook violently, followed by a loud roar.

A huge black shadow burst from the leaves.

“Oh my! A wild boar!”

Wan Xi’s legs gave way, and she slipped behind Song Jin.

Realizing her mistake, she trembled and positioned herself in front of Song Jin again.

Song Jin, half laughing, half crying, pulled Wan Xi back. “It’s okay.”

Wan Xi…

Wan Xi’s piercing scream caught the wild boar’s attention. It pawed the ground, ready to charge.

However, this was not a lone wild boar.

Someone was riding on its back.

That person…

Well!

Feathers were stuck all over his head, and they were brightly colored.

He wore a short jacket made of tiger skin and a grass skirt below.

If he wasn’t a bandit, he’d be better described as a wild man.

Song Jin…

Encountering a wild man riding a wild boar?

Isn’t this supposed to be a historical fantasy?

Why is the script so strange!

Shen Yue didn’t expect such a character either. His expression stiffened as he raised his hands in a salute.

Before Shen Yue could speak, the person on the boar slapped his mouth, making rhythmic “ah” sounds, like a person-beast Tarzan.

The person-beast Tarzan wielded a wooden stick, pointing it at Shen Yue.