The Command to Pamper the Husband - Chapter 52

“What’s happening?”

“From the sound of it, it seems something has happened to the Song family.”

“Yes, I heard it’s about the Young master and his wife.”

“What could happen at this hour in the dead of night?”

The townsfolk, wrapped in their clothes, gathered in small groups outside the courtyard walls, curiously listening to the commotion inside.

Inside the courtyard.

Wan Xi, drenched and pale-faced, knelt on the ground.

“Young master, wake up, please! My poor young master, why were you so foolish? It’s me, Wan Xi. Please wake up and look at me, young master~”

Wan Xi clung to Song Jin, who she had pulled out of the water, crying pitifully.

Shen Yue…

Yes, the person she pulled from the water was actually Shen Yue, who had taken over Song Jin’s body.

He thought that pretending to drown in the middle of the winter night was already difficult enough.

But…

Wan Xi’s snot and tears were all over his face. Shen Yue wanted to come back to life and slap Wan Xi to death.

Following Han Bao’s orders, Wan Xi was afraid her performance wasn’t convincing enough.

Seeing that she couldn’t produce more tears, she pinched her thigh hard.

Followed by a howl.

“My poor young master~~~”

Shen Yue…

His head rested on Wan Xi’s knees, his half-closed eyes could see Wan Xi’s bawling mouth and the spittle flying towards him.

Wan Xi was wiping her nose again.

Seriously…

He didn’t want to pretend to be dead anymore; he really wanted to die.

He was a prince, why did he have to go through this!

Han Bao, looking sorrowful, stood to one side and ordered a servant, “Take Wan Xi away and make sure he doesn’t do anything foolish in his grief.”

The servant obeyed and tried to pull Wan Xi away.

To show her reluctance, Wan Xi exaggeratedly performed a dramatic struggle.

The servant tried to pull her away.

Wan Xi clung tightly to Song Jin’s body, shaking it, “Let me go with the young master, I’ll continue to serve him there.”

The servant struggled to separate her.

Wan Xi, looking desperate, loosened her grip, giving the servant a chance to pull her away.

Shen Yue finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, just as Wan Xi was about to be taken away, she suddenly burst into another fit of acting, grabbing Shen Yue’s hair, “Young master, I can’t bear to leave you~”

Shen Yue…

If this weren’t a matter of life and death, he really would have jumped up.

The servant, feeling both sympathy and sadness, finally managed to separate Wan Xi from Song Jin after thirty rounds of pulling.

The servant carried Wan Xi away, back to Pine Fragrance Courtyard.

Han Bao and his men dealt with the remaining issues.

Song Dingzhong, unable to bear the shock, had fainted, plunging the Song household into chaos.

The news quickly spread through every corner of Yuzhou via the servants going in and out.

Sun Qiyao, who had long admired Song Jin, cried until her eyes were swollen when she heard the news. She rushed to the Song household without even putting on her shoes.

Fortunately, Han Bao acted swiftly and had already prepared the two bodies for burial.

The mourning hall was being set up.

Sun Qiyao knelt before Song Jin’s coffin, sobbing uncontrollably.

“The young master’s incident is hard for us too, Miss Sun, please take care of yourself. Crying too much will harm your health…”

The steward of the mourning hall, seeing Sun Qiyao nearly out of breath from crying, timidly stepped forward to console her.

Sun Qiyao, with swollen eyes, turned to look at the steward. Seeing the white cloth tied around his waist, she abruptly stood up and tore it off.

The steward, hands over his chest, looked at her in horror.

Sun Qiyao simply tied the white cloth around her own head.

The steward…

“Miss Sun, this isn’t appropriate!”

Sun Qiyao ignored him, her eyes red and tears streaming down her face, staring at Song Jin’s coffin.

“I asked you to marry me, but you refused. You chose a robust jinx instead, and now you can’t enjoy your blessings because you’re dead!”

The steward…

Miss Sun’s love for their young master was deep, and they appreciated her feelings.

But speaking ill of the young master’s wife like this made the steward uncomfortable.

However, Sun Qiyao didn’t care about his feelings.

“Your wife is a curse. Even if she’s dead, she’ll still curse you in the afterlife. Why don’t I make the decision for you? Divorce her, and I’ll be your wife in the living world. I bring prosperity, so you’ll have a good reincarnation.”

The steward was shocked.

He quickly pulled a maid aside, “Hurry, go fetch Madam Sun.”

The maid, receiving the order, ran off.

Sun Qiyao, looking like a widow, knelt beside the coffin.

The steward…

Han Bao arrived with Zhao Jide and Zhao Ke.

On the way, they encountered the maid delivering the message. Zhao Ke nearly fainted upon hearing it.

Han Bao apologized to Zhao Jide, “I didn’t expect such a situation.”

Zhao Jide’s face was grim, but he said nothing.

The Sun family had already been engaged to them, and they had sent the betrothal gifts. Sun Qiyao’s actions were a slap in the face to the Zhao family.

Not to mention his son’s feelings.

Zhao Jide patted Zhao Ke’s shoulder. Zhao Ke, his expression ghostly, forced a smile.

“Father, I’m fine. Let’s go see what’s happening.”

Han Bao, looking apologetic, led them to the mourning hall.

The mourning hall was hastily set up due to the sudden incident.

As they entered, they saw Sun Qiyao kneeling beside the offering basin used for burning incense and paper for the mourners.

Zhao Ke stumbled over the threshold.

Hearing footsteps, Sun Qiyao turned.

Seeing Zhao Jide and Zhao Ke, she showed no change in expression, just slowly stood up and offered incense and paper money.

Han Bao immediately stepped forward, “Miss Sun, what are you doing?”

Sun Qiyao replied, “The young master’s wife is a jinx. Ever since she entered the house, the young master has been doomed. Even in the afterlife, she’ll continue to curse him. A fortune teller said I’m a blessing to husbands. I’ll take her place as his widow. Divorce her.”

Han Bao was stunned.

Is Miss Sun out of her mind!

Han Bao turned to the mourning hall stewardess, “Have you sent for Madam Sun?”

The stewardess quickly replied, “Yes, we have.”

Han Bao relaxed a bit and patiently said to Sun Qiyao, “We appreciate your intentions, but the Song family has already invited a Venerable Master to perform the seven-seven forty-nine days of rituals. The young master’s soul will be at peace.”

Sun Qiyao stubbornly said, “It’s said that reincarnation only takes seven-seven forty-nine days. If you have invited a Venerable Master, that’s great. But if I transfer my prosperous aura to the young master in these forty-nine days, his next life will be even better.”

Han Bao…

Zhao Ke, his hands cold and head shaking, looked at Sun Qiyao with pain in his eyes, “Qiyao, have you thought about me?”