The Command to Pamper the Husband - Chapter 69

In the dead of night, Lu Zhan brought the old man with the white beard to the Fourth Prince’s residence. They flew over the walls and finally landed steadily inside the prince’s room. Song Jin and Wan Xi were already craning their necks, waiting.

As soon as they arrived, Song Jin stepped forward to greet them, but the old man marched straight towards her. Without a word, he grabbed her arm.

Song Jin… “Sir, what are you…”

Her words startled the old man, making his eyelid twitch as he looked at her. “What did you call me?”

Song Jin… She regretted speaking up. Biting her lip, she looked at Lu Zhan.

The old man saw the behavior of the Fourth Prince and smacked his head. “What are you doing, biting your lip?”

Song Jin immediately turned her head away.

Wan Xi rushed in front of the old man. Before Wan Xi could react, Lu Zhan quickly said, “It’s a misunderstanding, let’s clarify things.”

Then, he pulled the old man aside. “This person is not His Highness.”

The old man looked at Song Jin and then listened to Lu Zhan. After thinking it over, he said, “Did you make human skin masks? It’s very realistic!”

Saying this, he reached to pull at Song Jin’s face.

Song Jin…

Lu Zhan grabbed the old man’s hand again. “It’s not a human skin mask. How should I explain this… The body is indeed His Highness’s, but the soul inside is not.”

The old man… He looked at Lu Zhan as if he were a lunatic.

Seeing this, Lu Zhan gritted his teeth and explained how a lightning bolt had swapped the souls of his prince and Song Jin.

The old man… After listening, he pulled a hair from his beard.

Song Jin… She couldn’t help but think: That must hurt!

The old man grimaced in pain and clicked his tongue. “I thought I was dreaming.”

Lu Zhan gave a wry smile. “We also wish it were a dream, but it’s real.”

“Where is His Highness?” The old man carefully stored the plucked hair in a sachet he carried.

Wan Xi stared in amazement. Was the old man planning to reattach his beard later? Otherwise, why save it?

Wan Xi pondered as she followed her master to Shen Yue’s room.

Lu Zhan pointed to the person lying with closed eyes on the bed. “This is the original body of Miss Song, now occupied by His Highness.”

The old man… It was truly shocking in the middle of the night! More terrifying than digging graves in a cemetery! Unbelievable!

“Don’t tell me you want me to swap their bodies back?”

Lu Zhan immediately smiled, “Don’t joke around, you’re a physician, not a Taoist. You don’t have that ability.”

The old man…

Lu Zhan quickly sobered up. “Today, Miss Song’s body started menstruating. His Highness was fine until it began, and then he suddenly fell into a deep sleep, without fever or delirium, just sleeping.”

The old man stepped forward and took Shen Yue’s wrist, feeling the pulse.

Song Jin watched nervously. That was her body! Guanyin, Buddha, God of Wealth, all the deities, please bless her body with no illness!

The old man checked the pulse on both wrists, then looked at Shen Yue’s eyes and mouth. After a moment of silence, the old man said, “He’s not sick.”

“Then why won’t he wake up?” Lu Zhan and Song Jin asked in unison.

The old man looked at Shen Yue’s face, feeling like he was seeing a ghost. He furrowed his brows and turned away. It was too unsettling.

“Why he won’t wake up, I can’t say for sure. From his pulse, he’s just sleeping. When he’ll wake up is uncertain. It might be related to menstruation or the soul swap discomfort.”

Finished, the old man started to leave. “I’ll study it more. Come back tomorrow afternoon to pick him up.”

Lu Zhan wanted to ask more, but the old man cut him off, “There’s nothing more to say now. This is all I can determine.”

He turned to look at Song Jin in Shen Yue’s body. “How do we proceed with our plans now that they’ve swapped bodies? What did Song Dingzhong say?”

Song Jin was surprised. This old man knows my father?

Lu Zhan said, “For now, Miss Song will act in place of His Highness. Song Dingzhong will soon come to the capital. Afterward, His Highness, as the daughter of the Song family, will marry in and stay close to Miss Song for guidance.”

“That would require being the main wife! Is it easy for Song Dingzhong’s daughter to become Shen Yue’s main wife?”

Song Jin shook her head instinctively. It’s extremely difficult! As hard as climbing to the sky!

Lu Zhan said, “There’s no better way. His Highness and Master Song are planning.”

Unfortunately… His Highness is in a coma now, leaving Master Song to plan alone.

The old man gave Song Jin a deep look, seeing a face filled with reluctance, then left. Unbelievable!

Lu Zhan escorted the old man back and returned to find Song Jin undressing herself. She removed her outer robe, wearing only her inner garments. Shen Yue’s coma might last a while. Sleeping without the outer robe would be more comfortable.

Taking care of her own body. Once everything was tidied up, Song Jin left the room. “What should we do now?”

When Shen Yue fell unconscious, she almost wet herself in fear. She thought Shen Yue had died with her body.

Lu Zhan said they had a miracle physician friend who might have a solution. But now, even the miracle physician couldn’t wake Shen Yue. This was…

Song Jin sighed deeply as she sat at the table, propping her chin. Lu Zhan stood there.

“With His Highness in a coma and Master Song not yet in the capital, you can only feign illness.”

“But isn’t Qian Lai already in the capital? And Magistrate Zhao is on his way. If I feign illness, what about Duke?”

This… Lu Zhan was also troubled! He was just a guard, not as clever as his master!

They say three cobblers are as good as one Zhuge Liang. But why couldn’t the three of them come up with a solution? Were they not clever enough?

(TL Note: The saying “three cobblers are as good as one Zhuge Liang” (三个臭皮匠赛过一个诸葛亮) means that collective wisdom and collaboration among ordinary people can rival the intelligence of a genius.)

As Song Jin and Lu Zhan pondered in frustration, Wan Xi raised a crucial question.

“You’ve been flying around all night, aren’t you afraid of arousing suspicion? Aren’t there spies in the Fourth Prince’s mansion?”

Wan Xi had been thinking about this for a long time.

Lu Zhan said weakly, “This mansion’s plants and rocks follow the principles of Qimen Dunjia. As long as we follow a specific route, we won’t be seen.”

(TL Note: Qimen Dunjia (奇门遁甲) is an ancient Chinese metaphysical and divination system used for military strategy, decision making, and feng shui. It is one of the Three Arts (San Shi) of Chinese metaphysics, along with Da Liu Ren (大六壬) and Tai Yi (太乙). The system is highly complex and involves the calculation of cosmic energies and their interactions with earthly events and human actions.)

Song Jin… Wow! That’s impressive!

“With such talents around the Fourth Prince, why is he still in such a miserable state?”

“When His Highness was born, the imperial astrologer determined that his fate clashed with the Emperor’s,” Lu Zhan said quietly.

Song Jin… Wow! Wow! So, transmigration always comes with complications?! Can’t I just live a carefree life? Doesn’t that fit the female transmigrator trope?