The Command to Pamper the Husband - Chapter 58

“They’ve already set off for the capital,” Zhao Ke said, grabbing Sun Qiyao’s hand.

Sun Qiyao was shocked. “To the capital?”

Zhao Ke nodded. “They left yesterday afternoon.”

Sun Qiyao gritted her teeth. “She’s obviously a conniving b—!”

“A what?”

Sun Qiyao rolled her eyes, gesturing wildly before finally pointing towards the outhouse near the wall. “You wouldn’t understand. It’s something really annoying.”

Zhao Ke…

“Master Song must have felt pity for her mad mother and took them in. But instead of staying to comfort him, she’s rushing to the capital under the guise of gratitude. Her intentions are clearly impure.”

After venting her anger, Sun Qiyao continued to walk outside. “No, I need to warn Master Song. Not just any random person deserves his pity. If he needs to adopt a righteous daughter to honor Song Jin, it should be someone like me! I’m the best choice.”

Sun Qiyao strode out quickly.

Zhao Ke…

Meanwhile, Song Dingzhong was discussing matters with Han Bao.

The original plan was for the young madam’s mother to pass away from grief. But due to the wild woman and the fact that a daughter couldn’t marry soon after her mother’s death, Song Dingzhong changed his plan.

He decided to use the wild woman as the young madam’s mother. After all, both were crazy women, both female. It provided a legitimate reason to take the wild woman to the capital.

Han Bao was reporting on the current arrangements to Song Dingzhong when a servant announced, “Master, Miss Sun requests an audience.”

Song Dingzhong exchanged a glance with Han Bao.

Sun Qiyao’s affection for Song Jin had caught them off guard. She had asked repeatedly if Song Jin was really dead. If Song Jin were truly dead, they would have considered it as Sun Qiyao’s undying affection for him. But since Song Jin was alive, her questions made them uneasy. Each question heightened their guilt.

Taking a deep breath, Song Dingzhong told Han Bao, “Go make the arrangements. We’ll depart immediately after the burial and should arrive in the capital around the same time as Jin’er.”

Han Bao acknowledged the order and left, while Song Dingzhong prepared to meet Sun Qiyao.

Song Dingzhong dealt with the young girl while Song Jin, resting in an inn, was staring intently at Lu Zhan. Wan Xi stood before Lu Zhan, reverently holding a large pork knuckle.

“Today, let’s have this. If using the inn’s kitchen is inconvenient, I brought a stove and pot. Just make do.”

Lu Zhan…

He stared at the pork knuckle in shock, feeling his heart shatter. After driving the carriage all day, he had hoped to rest. But no, it wasn’t to be.

Lu Zhan glanced at Shen Yue, trembling. Since you’re the one who cooks, you decide!

Shen Yue…

He wanted to refuse too. But after glancing at the inn’s meals, he found them unbearable. For someone with high standards for food, it was inedible. And there weren’t any decent restaurants nearby.

Even if it wasn’t for Song Jin, for his own sake, he decided to cook separately. “We have quite a few people, so one pork knuckle won’t be enough. Based on our route, we’ll reach the capital in three days. As for the food Wan Xi brought…”

Shen Yue calculated. “Today, let’s have roasted pork knuckle and boiled fish. Did you bring chili?”

Wan Xi immediately nodded, swallowing her saliva. “Of course, I, Wan Xi, never travel unprepared! Don’t worry, I have all the seasonings. Lu Zhan, go ahead and cook. I’m waiting to eat.”

Lu Zhan…

Shen Yue…

Song Jin laughed, patting Wan Xi’s head. This child is adorable.

They booked two rooms, one for Shen Yue and Lu Zhan, and one for Song Jin and Wan Xi. Fortunately, whether they were real men or not, their attire was masculine, so separating the rooms didn’t shock the innkeeper too much.

With the ingredients in hand, Shen Yue and Lu Zhan left.

“Why is His Highness going too? Can’t he stay and tell me about the capital? Isn’t it almost the New Year, with palace banquets and all? Tell me more about it.”

After a day of travel, aside from Shen Yue’s tantrums, most of the time was spent with Shen Yue explaining all the relationships and matters of the capital to Song Jin. Though she was returning to the capital with Shen Yue, she was afraid she would have to attend the palace banquets as Shen Yue while Shen Yue couldn’t attend as her.

After all, she wasn’t officially the Princess consort yet. Song Jin felt quite scared. Her father had also told her not to use her spiritual power to control weapons in the capital. That made her even more afraid.

Song Jin looked at Shen Yue with soft, pleading eyes.

Shen Yue…

If I stay to explain, you won’t have any pork knuckle to eat! As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Shen Yue… Damn! What’s happening? Why am I becoming more and more vulgar recently! It must be because using Song Jin’s vulgar body tainted his soul.

With a grim face, Shen Yue glanced at Song Jin, then turned and left without a word.

Seeing his master’s orders ignored, Wan Xi was about to confront Shen Yue but was pulled back by Song Jin. After Shen Yue and Lu Zhan left, Wan Xi sat beside Song Jin, fuming.

“Why did you stop me, Young Master?”

Song Jin smiled. “We’ve been in the carriage all day. He must be tired of talking. Let him rest.”

Shen Yue was using her body. If he didn’t get enough rest and talked too much, he might develop a sore throat. Chronic pharyngitis is incredibly uncomfortable. Could she, a beautiful young miss, spend her life constantly coughing with bulging eyes?! Or dry heaving like she was pregnant!

Wan Xi rolled her eyes. “Young Master, you’re too naive. He left with Lu Zhan. He’s not resting; he’s waiting to eat the first bite.”

Infuriating!

Seeing Wan Xi’s puffed-up face, Song Jin laughed. She pinched Wan Xi’s cheek. “Even if he eats the first bite, it’s fine. After all, he is Lu Zhan’s real master.”

“But didn’t he give Lu Zhan to us?”

“Whether he gave him to us or not doesn’t matter much now. As long as I’m using his body, as long as Lu Zhan cooks, we’ll enjoy the food.”

Wan Xi shook her head seriously. “Young Master, it’s not the same. The saying goes, ‘one who eats another’s food feels indebted, one who uses another’s hand feels soft.’ If Lu Zhan is ours, we eat with a clear conscience. But if Lu Zhan is his, we feel indebted. Besides, Lu Zhan was given to you because of his mistake.”

When it comes to food, Wan Xi wouldn’t back down. Even a small concession felt like a stab to her heart.

While speaking, Song Jin suddenly furrowed her brow and motioned for Wan Xi to be silent. Wan Xi immediately tensed, her face full of worry.

Staring at Song Jin: Is someone here to kill us again? This Fourth Prince, what bad luck!

Both remained silent, the room so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The sounds from above became especially clear.

Song Jin pulled Wan Xi’s sleeve, guiding her to stand against the wall, whispering, “Stay here and don’t move.”

Wan Xi nodded, watching Song Jin nervously. Song Jin looked up, carefully examining the ceiling.