The Command to Pamper the Husband - Chapter 8

Merchants always avoided offending officials. Not knowing the significance of this Master Shen yet, Song Jin dared not confront him directly. But she also didn’t pick up his taunt.

“But Father, if you want him to investigate the case conveniently and recover easily, wouldn’t the best solution be for you to take a concubine? After all, you’re much more composed than I am. I’m clumsy and might mess things up.”

Marrying a wife was out of the question. Given her father’s status in the jianghu, many ladies would visit. It wouldn’t be feasible to refuse them all. That would raise suspicions too. The best solution was to take a concubine. Who would visit a concubine? Moreover, her father could take the concubine around. How perfect.

Faced with Song Jin’s question, Master Song felt a pang in his liver and gave Shen Yue an annoyed look. “He doesn’t want to be a concubine.”

Song Jin was stunned! She looked at the man opposite her in shock. This person… what’s his problem? A dignified man didn’t want to be a concubine, so he cross-dressed and went through a wedding ceremony? Is he sick? How disgusting.

Shen Yue…

Master Song had finished explaining everything and patted Song Jin on the shoulder. “From today, this Master Shen is your newlywed wife. If he needs to go out for the investigation, cooperate with him and don’t let anyone find out.”

After saying that, Master Song cupped his hands and bowed to Shen Yue. “Master, I have explained everything that needs to be explained. If there’s nothing else, I shall take my leave.”

Shen Yue nodded with a stern face.

Master Song turned and left.

Song Jin hesitated for a moment and followed her father out.

“Father, is this Master Shen a big shot? Will it be dangerous if I follow him to investigate the case? If there’s danger, should I protect him or protect myself? And if he bullies me, should I resist or not? If our cover is blown, should I kill him to silence him or…”

Master Song…

Taking a deep breath, he couldn’t help but rub his forehead.

“Do as you see fit, just protect yourself.” He glanced at the main house. “Don’t offend him, but don’t suffer losses either. The case is almost solved, and he’ll leave once it’s done.”

Hearing this, Song Jin felt more at ease.

“Father, if our cover is blown…”

Master Song patted Song Jin on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll handle it. For now, let’s proceed this way.”

Master Song finished speaking and turned to leave. After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped. “By the way, Jin’er, I’m leaving tomorrow morning and might be gone for about ten days. For any family matters, discuss them with Uncle Han Bo.”

Han Bo was Master Song’s personal attendant and the steward of the Song family.

Song Jin nodded. “Father, take care on your journey.”

Master Song gave Song Jin a lingering look before turning to leave.

Feeling the cold wind on this winter night, Master Song’s heart felt like it was being cut with a knife. The child he had carefully protected for sixteen years would face danger tomorrow. If he had a choice, he would never let Song Jin be in danger. But he had no choice. The case Shen Yue was investigating had to be solved. He had waited sixteen years for this moment to finally make a move. Opportunities like this were rare; he had to seize it. Originally, Song Jin wouldn’t have had to marry. Even if Shen Yue didn’t want to be a concubine, he would have forced it. If there were any other way, he wouldn’t have pushed Song Jin into danger. But tomorrow… he had to go to the capital.

Thinking about all this, tears welled up in Master Song’s eyes.

Han Bo, walking beside him, silently sighed. “Master, don’t worry. The Young Master will be fine. It’s you who… after sixteen years, are finally going to the capital tomorrow…”

Master Song shook his head without saying anything. They walked silently in the dark night. After a while, Master Song said, “Let’s go to the ancestral hall.”

His voice was hoarse and trembling.

Han Bo responded with a hum.

Song Jin, of course, didn’t know about her father’s tender feelings. After seeing Master Song off, she turned back to the main house.

The main house was divided into three rooms. The inner room on the right, the central hall in the middle, and the study on the left. The person opposite was a real man, and she was a fake man. There was a difference between men and women, not to mention they were complete strangers. Song Jin sensibly chose to sleep in the study.

Wan Xi had her own room. Given Song Jin’s instructions, she no longer had to sit vigil by her bedside every morning. After seeing Song Jin settled, she also went to sleep peacefully. Having been busy for a day and a half, she was exhausted.

Early the next morning, Song Jin was poked awake.

Opening her eyes, she saw Master Shen holding a long, thin stick, poking her face.

Song Jin felt an overwhelming urge to curse.

She rolled up and sat upright. “Damn it, are you crazy?”

Shen Yue…

Although he was an unappreciated prince, he was still a prince. This was the first time someone had cursed him directly.

His face turned black, and his eyes filled with anger.

Song Jin quickly wrapped herself in the blanket to avoid revealing her identity as a woman.

Fuming, she glared at Master Shen. “Why are you poking me so early in the morning?”

Shen Yue, with a dark face, said, “To investigate the case, immediately.”

He then gave Song Jin a disdainful look, muttering “sissy” under his breath, and turned to leave.

Song Jin…

You scoundrel!

Her sweet dream was interrupted, and she was furious. But she had to investigate the case, as her father had rented her out for a hefty sum.

After Shen Yue left, Song Jin got out of bed, slammed the door shut, and locked it from the inside. She then began dressing.

In the main room, Shen Yue heard the locking sound and frowned, his face full of contempt.

A grown man locking the door!

A sissy was a sissy!

Since Master Song was not around, the newlyweds were excused from the tea ceremony. Song Jin’s breakfast was always brought directly from the kitchen by Wan Xi, so there were no maidservants or older women coming over.

When Song Jin finished getting ready and opened the door, Shen Yue was sitting at the newly added dressing table in the room.

Song Jin glanced at him. “Master Shen, let’s go.”

Shen Yue, with a dark face, remained silent.

The servant behind Shen Yue, Lu Zhan, politely said to Song Jin, “Young Master, our lord hasn’t finished dressing.”

Song Jin…

She trembled with laughter.

Striking a pose she thought was charming, she sat down on a chair. “Well then, Master Shen, please hurry.”

Shen Yue…

His face darkened another shade.

Looking into the mirror, Shen Yue glanced at Lu Zhan.

Lu Zhan’s knees almost buckled as he nearly knelt.

Was he supposed to apply makeup for his lord?

Shen Yue…

Am I supposed to do it myself?

Lu Zhan…

Then I’ll do it.

Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes for a moment, Lu Zhan, with a look of martyrdom, picked up the newly bought cosmetics from the dressing table with his huge hands. He started by drawing the eyebrows, then the eyes, and finally some blush…

With trembling hands, Lu Zhan began his first masterpiece.

While he was working, Wan Xi entered with a food box.

“Young Master, the kitchen made sour bamboo shoots today…”

Wan Xi stopped mid-sentence as she turned and saw Shen Yue’s made-up face. She was so scared she staggered and leaned against the door frame.

“Oh my, a ghost!”