Chapter 46 : Marry Me or Marry Him

Seeing Song Shihe limping over with his hands covering his buttocks, Wen Jun asked with great interest, “What’s wrong with you? Who dared to hit our young master Song? Tell me, and I’ll get revenge for you.”

Song Shihe took it seriously. He pointed at the gate of Xiaohanju and said, “It was Song Ying! She had someone pin me to the ground and spank me!”

Wen Jun said knowingly, “Oh, her? That’s not surprising. Did you make her angry?”

Song Shihe felt wronged, “No way! She hit me before I even said anything. How despicable.”

Wen Jun glanced at the closed door and said, “Come on, I’ll take you back first.”

With Zuo Yin’s help, Song Shihe got into the carriage. He didn’t dare sit, so he could only half-lie down. Wen Jun lifted his shirt to take a look.

“Does it really hurt?”

There wasn’t even any bleeding, Song Ying had been too gentle.

If Wen Jun had done it himself, he would’ve beaten Song Shihe until he couldn’t walk.

“It hurts!” Song Shihe had no idea about Wen Jun’s dark thoughts and just thought he was a good brother who cared about him.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at Zhou’s direction, looking like a poor, honest boy who had been bullied.

“Song Ying is such a fake! She acts so proper in front of Father, but in private, she’s a total devil!”

Wen Jun fully agreed with that.

“So this time she hit you because you provoked her again, right?”

Song Shihe pouted and said, “Brother Wen Jun, don’t be so clever.”

Wen Jun raised his hand and smacked him on the butt, Song Shihe gasped in pain.

“Tell me, how many times have you been caught like this? Still haven’t learned your lesson?”

Song Shihe retorted, “She set me up! I was standing outside the door, and that damned girl Faer pushed me in…”

Wen Jun burst out laughing when he heard that.

Song Shihe complained, “Didn’t you say you’d help me?”

Wen Jun shook his head. “If it’s Song Ying, I don’t dare mess with her. If someone finds out, they’ll kill me.”

Song Shihe caught on to something in his tone.

“Who? She’s just a divorced woman, who would defend her?”

Wen Jun blinked slyly and asked,”Who do you think?”

Song Shihe didn’t know about Huo Zhen and Song Ying. But thinking it through, whoever could make Wen Jun afraid had to be someone outside of Yue Xiao’s circle.

Wen Jun was normally arrogant, who else could make him back off except Yue Shaozhi?

Wait a minute!

Song Shihe was suddenly shocked ‘Yue Shaozhi was still in contact with Song Ying!!!’

Then what did that make his sister?!

Wen Jun quietly enjoyed watching the color drain from Song Shihe’s face and felt extremely pleased.

Who would’ve thought that someone as cunning and calculating as Song Jinzhuo would give birth to such an idiot?

—

Song Shihe returned home in a daze, not even noticing how he ended up lying on the bed.

When Zhou arrived, he said pitifully, “Mom, Song Ying hit me.”

The court doctor came to examine him and then reported to Zhou, “Madam, don’t worry. It’s just a superficial injury. Apply some medicine and rest for a few days, he’ll be fine.”

For the court doctor, treating a butt injury like Song Shihe’s was nothing.

Zhou let out a sigh of relief. She sat by the bed, still feeling distressed. This was her precious son, her future heir.

“Were you kicked in the head by a donkey again? You went to see Song Ying alone and got yourself beaten. You came back just to provoke her again, totally unaware of the consequences…”

“Alright, alright, don’t lecture me. I won’t do it again.”

Zhou had heard that too many times and each time, he ended up worse than before.

She often wondered how she and Song Jinzhuo neither of whom were stupid could have given birth to such a foolish son.

Zhou asked, “Let me ask you, why did you go to Song Ying today without saying anything?”

Song Shihe buried his face in the pillow, avoiding her gaze.

“I just wanted to talk to her about the herbal medicine shop.”

He was furious.

Now he understood why Yue Shaozhi was unwilling to force Song Ying to hand over the herbal medicine shop—

It turns out he had feelings for her.

Pah!

Disgusting!

Zhou couldn’t see the change in his expression and kept muttering, “If you don’t have what it takes, then don’t provoke Song Ying anymore. One day if you really make her angry, your father and I won’t be able to protect you.”

“Really? Haven’t you suffered enough from her already? I’m talking to you, are you even listening?”

A slap landed on his butt, jolting Song Shihe back to his senses.

“Oww—fine, I get it, I get it! I just wanted Song Ying to hand over the herbal medicine shop. Let me be clear, I went to negotiate. Who would’ve thought she wouldn’t even listen, and instead had the servants beat me. How hateful!”

Zhou could already picture the scene. She also hated Song Ying, this girl acted like she was blessed by the heavens, clinging to those bits of inheritance left by Han.

Aside from cursing Song Ying, what Song Shihe worried about more was Song Ruoer. He believed Yue Shaozhi had feelings for Song Ying and feared Song Ruoer would be hurt.

Once I recover, I’ll tell my sister. She mustn’t be fooled.

—

At the palace.

Song Ruoer rubbed the tip of her nose, resisting the urge to sneeze.

Yue Shaozhi had just finished reading a memorial and noticed her small movement.

“If you’re tired, go rest. You don’t have to stay here with me.”

Just as Song Ruoer was about to speak, Yu Liang came in with Wen Jun.

“Young Marquis Wen.”

Wen Jun bowed politely to Song Ruoer, “Princess, long time no see.”

Song Ruoer replied, “It has indeed been a while. I won’t keep you from your business.”

Wen Jun smiled and said, “On my way here just now, I ran into Song Shihe. He… was spanked by Song Ying.”

Song Ruoer was surprised, “How could he…?”

Wen Jun shrugged, “I’m not sure of the exact reason. But don’t worry, Princess—I checked, the injury isn’t serious. He can still walk.”

Song Ruoer nodded and said to Yue Shaozhi, “I want to go back and see him.”

Yue Shaozhi: “Go on. Be careful on the road.”

Song Ruoer: “Yes.”

Once she left, Wen Jun casually took a seat, putting one leg up on the base of the oil lamp beside him.

Yue Shaozhi asked, “How’s it going?”

Wen Jun: “If I failed, would I still be alive? Just wait, there’ll be news soon.”

After sipping the tea Yu Liang served, Wen Jun said, “I saw Huo Zhen in Wucheng.”

Yue Shaozhi lifted his eyes, his expression unreadable. “Xiyue has disturbed my border too many times. This time, I’ll make sure they behave.”

Wen Jun chuckled and added, “I also heard Huo Zhen made a deal with the old man in his family this time. Want to guess what it is?”

Yue Shaozhi: “I don’t want to guess.”

Wen Jun laughed twice, “Then I’ll tell you, Huo Zhen conquered the border town of Longsai and wanted to marry Song Ying.”

Yue Shaozhi calmly tossed the memorial into Wen Jun’s arms.

“That one’s an accusation against you.”

Wen Jun didn’t even glance at the contents. He held it and casually flipped through.

“Shaozhi, tell me, if I ask the young emperor to grant me and Song Ying a marriage, do you think Huo Zhen will desert the army and come rushing back to stop it?”

Yue Shaozhi didn’t respond.

So Wen Jun pressed further, “Who do you want Song Ying to marry, me or Huo Zhen?”