The Command to Pamper the Husband - Chapter 3

The master and servant chatted all the way to the largest restaurant in Yuzhou, Prosperity Tower. Waving her folding fan, Song Jin walked with a swagger.

Of course, this swagger was all in her imagination.

The reality was…

Across from Prosperity Tower, on the third floor of the Phoenix Shadow Tower, Shen Yue looked disdainfully at the slender figure.

Good heavens! How could there be such an effeminate man in the world! How did he live with such a face! And yet, he watched this effeminate figure disappear from view.

Shen Yue raised an eyebrow, withdrawing his gaze with a pale face. “Have you found out who it is?”

His voice was icy, whether from the unpleasant sight he had just witnessed or his own foul mood.

His servant, Lu Zhan, looked at him with mild surprise before respectfully reporting, “Your Highness, it has been confirmed that it was the First Prince’s men. They are still in Yuzhou, but…”

Shen Yue’s expression remained grim. “Troublesome?”

Lu Zhan nodded. “If we give up the investigation and return to the capital immediately, it won’t be difficult. But if we continue the investigation, it will be tough. The First Prince has stationed thirty death warriors in Yuzhou, and you are seriously injured.”

Shen Yue narrowed his eyes, rubbing his fingers thoughtfully. “Have we contacted Song Dingzhong?” After a moment of silence, Shen Yue spoke suddenly.

“We have met him. He claims to have a way for you to recuperate in Yuzhou without delaying the investigation, but his method…”

At this point, Lu Zhan looked troubled.

Shen Yue raised an eyebrow.

Lu Zhan stepped forward and whispered Song Dingzhong’s suggestion to Shen Yue. Shen Yue’s already dark face turned pitch black. “Outrageous!”

Lu Zhan took a step back with a wry smile. “I also told Song Dingzhong that his method was unacceptable, but he insisted it was the most foolproof way. If not, Your Highness must come up with another plan.”

Shen Yue slammed his hand on the table. “That old fox dares to make demands of me!”

Lu Zhan…

Hasn’t he made demands of you every year? You make it sound like this is the first time!

The room fell silent, with the occasional sounds of merrymaking from the hallway outside. With his arm on the table, Shen Yue drummed his fingers, frowning as he thought of a way to break the current impasse.

He had to investigate the case. But… Did he really have to follow Song Dingzhong’s advice?

Unintentionally, Shen Yue turned his gaze to the third-floor window of Prosperity Tower across the street. The same effeminate scene greeted him, nearly causing him to spill his tea.

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In the third-floor private room of Prosperity Tower, Song Jin had ordered a whole table of dishes. Delicately holding a chicken wing, she couldn’t help but savor the natural, pollution-free, organic, delicious food, closing her eyes in enjoyment.

After finishing, she licked each finger, savoring every taste.

So delicious! Just as she was thoroughly enjoying herself, the door to the private room suddenly opened.

Song Jin and Wan Xi both looked towards the door. Wan Xi quickly stood up, blocking Song Jin. “Who are you? Can’t you see this room is occupied!”

The intruder was a man in his twenties, dressed in coarse grey clothes, with sharp eyes and an ordinary face. His sinister gaze fell on Wan Xi without a word. He shut the door behind him and immediately flung a throwing dart at Wan Xi.

As the man raised his hand, Song Jin grabbed Wan Xi, using his shoulder to launch herself into the air, kicking towards the man while pushing Wan Xi aside. The dart narrowly missed Wan Xi’s nose, embedding itself in the window frame.

The window shuddered, and the falling curtain darkened the room.

Wan Xi’s face turned pale, and she rushed back to protect Song Jin. Song Jin’s double kick was fierce. The man twisted his body, barely avoiding the blow.

He hadn’t expected any resistance! His eye twitched, and he clenched his fists, his expression turning fierce.

Springing forward, he aimed an iron fist at Song Jin.

“Young Master, be careful!” Wan Xi shouted in panic, grabbing a chair to hurl at the man.

Song Jin’s lips curled into a smile, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Before transmigrating, she had been a grand slam champion in mixed martial arts. However, due to personal reasons, she hadn’t fought in a long time!

As the man’s iron fist neared, Song Jin quickly grabbed his wrist with one hand and delivered a punch to his armpit with the other. At the same time, she swiftly kicked him between the legs.

The man… His face contorted in shock and pain, he collapsed with a groan.

This burly man, over six feet tall, was defeated by an effeminate-looking man? He was stunned, and so was Wan Xi. The chair she had raised fell to the floor in her shock, landing on the man’s stomach.

The man… A finishing blow?

“Young Master!” Wan Xi dropped the chair and rushed to Song Jin, trembling.

Song Jin’s heart skipped a beat. Uh oh. She had been so focused on taking down the enemy that she forgot about Wan Xi! Wan Xi was very familiar with the original Song Jin, who was known to be cautious and avoid confrontation. This…

As Song Jin struggled to come up with a way to explain to Wan Xi, Wan Xi suddenly grabbed Song Jin’s hands. “Young Master! You’ve finally come to your senses. If Old Master saw this, he would be moved to tears! This is how it should be, striking when necessary! Madam’s spirit in heaven would be at peace; you’ve finally seen the light!”

Song Jin didn’t know if Master Song would cry, but Wan Xi was already in tears.

Song Jin… From the way this was going, it seemed she didn’t need to explain anything?

With a twitch of her eye, Song Jin coughed and crouched down, grabbing the man’s throat. “Who sent you?”

Song Jin didn’t know any acupressure points, but her earlier attacks had left the man paralyzed and unable to move. Additionally, Wan Xi’s solid ironwood chair had severely injured his abdomen.

With Song Jin holding his throat, his muscles twitched as he spat out a mouthful of black blood.

“Young Master, he poisoned himself. He must be a death warrior!”

“Search him and see what you can find.”

Wan Xi nodded, hurriedly rummaging through the man’s clothes. She found a small, intricately carved jade token and handed it to Song Jin.

“Young Master, look at this. It’s a token from the First Prince’s residence.”

Song Jin examined the token, her expression turning serious. “So, it really is the First Prince’s men. This means the Fourth Prince must be here as well. We need to find him.”

Wan Xi’s eyes widened. “The Fourth Prince? Here in Yuzhou? What should we do?”

Song Jin’s mind raced. “First, let’s deal with this body. Then we need to figure out how to approach the Fourth Prince without raising suspicion.”

Wan Xi nodded. “Leave it to me, Young Master. I’ll take care of the body. You should rest and recover your strength.”

Song Jin sighed. “Be careful. We can’t afford any mistakes.”

Wan Xi quickly disposed of the body, leaving Song Jin alone in the private room. As she pondered their next move, she couldn’t shake the feeling that their troubles were just beginning.