The Command to Pamper the Husband - Chapter 42

At the Song household, Shen Yue still played the role of the Young Madam.

Now dressed in men’s clothing, where could he go?

Feeling frustrated, Shen Yue turned back, sat down heavily, and grabbed a cup of cold tea to take a sip.

Master Song let out a sigh of relief.

“Your Highness, please calm down. It’s best if our cooperation continues smoothly.”

Shen Yue…

Smoothly, my foot!

Having gained the upper hand in this round, Master Song felt it was necessary to offer some consolation to Shen Yue.

Smiling obsequiously, he said, “Your Highness, have you consulted a doctor about your son’s illness? I know some folk healers who might be able to help…”

Before he could finish, he saw Shen Yue’s eyes glaring at him like knives.

Pointing to the door, Shen Yue said, “Get out!”

Master Song…

Fine!

I’ll leave!

You can sulk on your own!

Your son’s anus issue is your problem to worry about!

With an internal eye roll, Master Song, having gained control over the wild man situation, turned and left.

As soon as he was gone, Shen Yue angrily slammed his fist on the table!

He felt like he was crazy to have trusted that old fox, Song Dingzhong!

If he had known, he would have had Han Bao take the wild man leader back to the capital immediately.

Once back in the capital, he could have taken his time to investigate everything.

But now, with the wild man leader in Song Dingzhong’s hands, he could only get information if Song Dingzhong allowed it.

This was…

Just as Shen Yue was fuming, the door creaked open. Lu Zhan peeked in, looking suspiciously over his shoulder before slipping inside.

Seeing Lu Zhan’s furtive behavior, Shen Yue thought he must have accomplished something significant or discovered a major secret.

Perhaps he had eavesdropped on the wild man’s story.

Shen Yue looked at Lu Zhan expectantly. “What happened?”

Lu Zhan hurried over to Shen Yue and whispered, “Your Highness, Wan Xi said she wants to eat boiled fish!”

Shen Yue…

He stared at Lu Zhan, his eye twitching, almost falling off his chair.

“What… what did you say?”

Lu Zhan lowered his voice. “Wan Xi smuggled a fish back in his robe on the way home. Just now, he asked me to repay his favor of giving me a chicken leg by making boiled fish for him. But I don’t know how to cook it, Your Highness…”

Shen Yue felt a surge of anger rising from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

His rage was about to explode.

“Get out!”

Gritting his teeth, Shen Yue kicked at Lu Zhan.

Lu Zhan quickly dodged, looking at his furious prince in shock.

What was going on? Why was he so angry?

Puzzled, Lu Zhan discreetly looked at Shen Yue and noticed the worn patches and dust on his knees.

Lu Zhan’s eye twitched.

Could he have fallen again?

Uh…

This…

Lu Zhan looked at Shen Yue with sympathy and curiosity.

What was wrong with his prince? Why did he keep tripping?

Realizing the source of Shen Yue’s anger, Lu Zhan didn’t dare say another word. He bowed and left.

Before leaving, he carefully opened the door a crack, peeked out to ensure no one was around, and then darted out.

Watching Lu Zhan’s antics, Shen Yue felt completely drained.

This is so hard!

What kind of bad karma is making me go through this!

Shen Yue was feeling utterly dejected.

Meanwhile, Lu Zhan rushed to the kitchen, locked the door, and stared at the fish on the cutting board with a frown.

Not only did he not know how to make boiled fish, but he also didn’t know how to gut and clean it.

You can’t just kill it like you do people!

With his prince being unreliable at the moment…

Despairing at the fish, Lu Zhan slid down the door.

Just as his butt was about to hit the ground, an idea struck him.

He could buy a prepared dish and pass it off as his own!

Reinvigorated, Lu Zhan stood up.

I’m a genius!

Meanwhile, Song Jin and Wan Xi strolled to the main kitchen.

With Lu Zhan monopolizing the small kitchen and their stomachs growling, they had to raid the main kitchen for some food and drink to tide them over.

After all, eating something spicy like boiled fish on an empty stomach wasn’t good for digestion.

Young people must take care of their health.

Song Jin and Wan Xi devoured two roast chickens with gusto.

In the study, Master Song and Han Bao stood with grave expressions.

The wild man leader lay on the bed in the inner room.

Han Bao had wiped the dirt from his neck, revealing a clear scar.

An old scar, its edges rough but no longer bloody.

With trembling hands, Master Song touched the scar.

“Wash his face.”

Han Bao obeyed, wetting a cloth to clean the wild man leader’s face.

To prevent him from waking up halfway, Han Bao had given him some sleeping drink.

The wild man slept soundly as Han Bao wiped away the grime from his face.

As the dirt came off, his true features emerged.

Han Bao’s hand trembled, the cloth dropping into the water basin.

“Master, it’s him.”

Master Song stood by the bed, tears welling up as he grasped the wild man’s dry, dirty hand.

“He’s still alive.”

Han Bao also teared up.

“He’s still alive! Alive!” he repeated, turning to Master Song. “Master, this is fate! Our master’s spirit must be protecting us from above!”

Master Song nodded.

Tears streamed down his face.

They were overcome with both sorrow and joy, taking a full half incense stick of time to calm down.

Han Bao wrung out the cloth and continued cleaning the wild man’s body.

“Master, why can’t they speak or understand us?”

Master Song sat by the bed, staring at the man lying there.

“It’s the Thousand Mechanisms Poison.”

Han Bao’s hand jerked, and he turned to Master Song.

“Thousand Mechanisms Poison? Then the Young Master…”

Master Song felt as if his heart was being cut by knives.

“If Jin’er has an attack in the future, she might end up like this too.”

Han Bao’s eyes filled with horror. “But isn’t it said that the Thousand Mechanisms Poison…”

Master Song shook his head. “The terrifying thing about the Thousand Mechanisms Poison is its variable symptoms. It has a thousand different manifestations.”

Han Bao struggled to accept this.

After a long silence, he said, “But the Young Master’s poison…”

He tried to say more but couldn’t continue, his voice trailing off.

“The Fourth Prince mentioned a mural in the cave. The woman in the painting must be our master.”

Master Song clenched his fists. “We can’t conclude that just from a dress and a jade pendant. If our master had really stayed at Linglong Mountain, she would have come to find us.”

Han Bao couldn’t argue with this.

Yes, if their master had been at Linglong Mountain, she would have come to find them!

But if it wasn’t their master, then who was it!