The Command to Pamper the Husband - Chapter 62

Shen Yue’s face, already darkened, turned even more somber.

Last time on the mountain, those three ate chicken legs without him.

Now, they were eating lamb legs without him too.

Was he not allowed to eat the roasted pork knuckle he cooked himself?!

It wasn’t the chicken leg or lamb leg incidents that particularly bothered him.

Seeing that his master was about to explode, Lu Zhan quickly intervened, “Your Highness, Wan Xi brought a jug of wine, Peach Blossom Drunk. Though not as good as the ones in the capital, it tastes nice. Please try it.”

Wan Xi, holding the wine cup, blinked her large eyes at Lu Zhan.

She turned the cup upside down.

“The last cup, I just drank it.”

Lu Zhan…

Shen Yue…

Song Jin sat there, watching Shen Yue’s expression, laughing so hard her shoulders shook.

Yuan Bao, the dog, focused intently on the roasted pork knuckle, drooling a stream two feet long.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room was awkward and tense.

At that very moment, the door was pushed open again.

A dark guard of Shen Yue’s, with a solemn face, approached and stood by Shen Yue’s side, cupping his hands in salute, “Your Highness, a secret message from the capital.”

He handed over a small rolled-up paper.

Shen Yue frowned as he took it and unfolded it.

One glance and his face, already dark, became even more serious and grim.

“Set out immediately for the capital.”

With that, he turned and walked out.

Lu Zhan immediately followed him.

Wan Xi…

Blinking her eyes, she asked, “Young Master, what’s going on?”

Song Jin also stopped smiling, “Perhaps something happened in the capital.”

As she said this, her heart felt uneasy.

She wasn’t fully prepared yet, and now she had to face those scheming and dangerous people in Shen Yue’s place?

It was terrifying!

“Pack up, we’re leaving.”

Song Jin sighed and instructed Wan Xi.

Glancing over, she saw Wan Xi had already tied up the roasted pork knuckle with a hemp rope, the rope in her mouth, and carrying the big basin of boiled fish, walking briskly out.

Song Jin…

They had packed light for the journey, so there wasn’t much to gather.

Only Wan Xi, with her small stove, pot, and various food items, had to go back and forth with Lu Zhan several times.

Once everything was packed, the carriage sped away.

“What happened?”

In the carriage, Song Jin looked at Shen Yue’s tightly knitted brows and iron-colored face, asking anxiously.

Shen Yue turned to look at Song Jin.

Seeing the face that originally belonged to him, Shen Yue felt even more annoyed.

If it weren’t for that damned incident and their soul switch, he could handle everything himself.

But now…

Despite his irritation, he had to explain everything in detail because, right now, Song Jin was the Fourth Prince.

“Father is critically ill. A message from the capital urged me to return quickly; if we’re late, we might not make it back in time.”

Affected by Shen Yue’s grave and murderous aura, Song Jin’s heart skipped a beat, “Why?”

Shen Yue replied, “If Father is critically ill, he won’t be able to deal with Duke’s gold mine issue. But the issue has already erupted. If Duke follows the clues to find me…”

Song Jin immediately understood, making a throat-slitting gesture.

“He will kill you.”

Shen Yue closed his eyes, not speaking further.

Duke was one concern, and another was the Crown Prince.

The Crown Prince had always wanted him dead. If Father was gravely ill, it would allow the Crown Prince to act even more recklessly.

Wan Xi offered a piece of pork knuckle, cut with a small knife, to Song Jin, “Young Master, discuss while eating. Replenish your energy. I added ginger vinegar sauce.”

Song Jin…

What else could she do but open her mouth and eat?

After all, it was really delicious.

The tender pork knuckle, dipped in ginger vinegar sauce, melted in her mouth…

Song Jin closed her eyes in enjoyment.

At that moment, Shen Yue opened his eyes.

Seeing Song Jin, he clenched his fists.

He increasingly wanted to strangle Song Jin.

For the rest of the journey, Shen Yue barely stopped talking.

The original plan was that after returning to the capital, he could feign illness and not appear in public, giving Song Jin some time to adjust.

But now, as long as he wasn’t dead, he had to enter the palace as soon as they returned.

He had to explain everything to Song Jin before they entered the palace.

However, as Shen Yue methodically explained, he met Song Jin’s confused and uncomprehending eyes…

Shen Yue, unable to bear it, slapped Song Jin’s head, “Do you understand or not!”

He was on the verge of panic.

But why did Song Jin seem so dull!

Song Jin, towering at 1.8 meters, hugged her head, looking aggrieved, “I don’t understand.”

She truly didn’t understand!

She tried hard to comprehend, but the ancient world was too complicated.

She had only been here a few days!

Especially with these political matters.

The more Shen Yue explained, the more frightened she became, and the more she felt she couldn’t fulfill the responsibility!

She felt that as soon as she entered the palace, she would be beheaded.

It was terrifying.

She just wanted to be an ostrich and bury her head.

Shen Yue…

“Whether you understand or not, you must understand!”

Seeing her master being scolded, Wan Xi fiercely glared at Shen Yue, “If you touch my master again, I’ll pour this basin of boiling fish soup on your head. So what if you’re a prince? Don’t forget, now you need my master. Show some respect.”

Wan Xi couldn’t stand people who needed help but acted superior!

Especially bullying her master!

She wasn’t silent because there was no one to stand up for them!

After speaking, Wan Xi handed another piece of pork knuckle to Song Jin, “Master, calm down. Don’t bother with him!”

Song Jin…

She appreciated Wan Xi.

But she also felt sorry for Shen Yue.

They had swapped bodies. For the sake of Shen Yue, herself, and the Song family, she had to try her best to handle everything.

But…

Never mind, better calm down with some pork knuckle.

After all, once they reached the capital, there might not be a chance to eat.

Seeing this, Shen Yue felt like a rock was pressing on his chest.

Leaning his head against the carriage wall, he stared hopelessly at the carriage ceiling.

Was heaven going to doom him, Shen Yue?

He had so much left undone!

A journey that should have taken three days, with relentless travel, brought them to Shen Yue’s residence by the following evening.

“Remember, from now on, you are me!” Shen Yue reminded Song Jin, his voice low.

Song Jin, nervous and sweating, felt cold hands and feet, her legs trembling, took a deep breath, and nodded.

Shen Yue…

“Then get off the carriage!”

Song Jin…

Oh right, get off the carriage!

“Your Highness is back. I’ve had dinner prepared.”

As Song Jin prepared to disembark, an alluring female voice sounded from outside.

Song Jin froze, turning to Shen Yue: Who is this?

Shen Yue…

Oh no.

In the urgency, he focused on explaining the palace and court matters to Song Jin, forgetting to mention the women placed in his residence.