The Sickly Scion's Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool-Chapter 987 - : Protection

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Chapter 987: Protection

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In the study, Duke Song looked at his eldest son, who had just reached his chest in height. Seeing his serious expression, he reached out and patted the top of his head. โ€œYouโ€™re still young. Donโ€™t think too much.โ€

Song Jingchen felt awkward. โ€œIโ€™m no longer a child. Even if Father and Grandfather didnโ€™t say it, I could tell that that person couldnโ€™t tolerate our

Song family.โ€

Duke Song was stunned. Thatโ€™s right. This brat had suddenly become a different person. He no longer attracted cats and played with dogs. It seemed to be after his father handed over his military power.

He did not know if he was relieved or sad that his son was so smart. He sighed and said, โ€œYour grandfather and I are here for everything.โ€

Song Jingchen didnโ€™t answer. He asked in confusion, โ€œFather, are you here for anything else today?โ€

Duke Song was silent. He originally wanted to remind his eldest son to get along well with the princess, but seeing that his son was so sensible, he suddenly changed his mind.

It was good that his son liked the princess. If he didnโ€™t like her, as her father, he couldnโ€™t sacrifice the rest of his sonโ€™s life for other purposes.

He sat down in front of the desk. โ€œItโ€™s fine. I heard from your mother that youโ€™ve been leaving early and returning late every day these days, so I came to see you.โ€

Song Jingchen felt that his father wasnโ€™t telling the truth, but he didnโ€™t pursue the matter. He cupped his hands and said, โ€œItโ€™s my fault. Iโ€™ve troubled Father and Mother.โ€™

It was still early, so High Duke Song decided to test his sonโ€™s studies.

The father and son chatted for nearly an hour.

Before leaving, Duke Song thought of something and said, โ€œIโ€™ve told your mother that thereโ€™s no hurry to get engaged. Weโ€™ll talk about it when you meet a girl you like.โ€

Song Jingchen was stunned. โ€œAlright.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s cold, so donโ€™t come out. Donโ€™t stay up late to study either. Rest early.โ€ Duke

Song patted his shoulder. โ€œAs I said, your grandfather and I are here.โ€

โ€œYes.โ€

High Duke Song did not say anything else. When he turned around, the relaxed expression on his face disappeared, replaced by a solemn expression. ๐’‡๐’“๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐”€๐“ฎ๐’ƒ๐™ฃ๐’๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐“ต.๐’„๐’๐™ข

Previously, although he had handed in the commanderโ€™s seal, the generals in the army were still old subordinates of the Song familyโ€™s army. However, recently, Emperor Chongโ€™an clearly could not sit still. He actually planned to make those generals surrender openly and covertly. What else did he want to do in the future?

He had to think about his family. If Emperor Chongโ€™an really wanted to kill them all as soon as possibleโ€ฆ

Duke Songโ€™s eyes turned cold. The crown prince was also orthodox.

Song Jingchen didnโ€™t know what his father was thinking. Perhaps because he mentioned his marriage, he had a dream that night.

The Bulwark Dukeโ€™s Residence was decorated with lanterns and banners. Guests filled the door, and congratulations sounded one after another.

He saw his grandfather, father, mother, Sister Huan, Brother Hao, and the bride with a veil. All of them were smiling.

However, the festive scene instantly shattered. The red color was replaced by white. Her father and grandfather were gone. There were two thin coffins in the main hall. Her mother and siblings knelt in front of the mourning hall and cried their hearts out.

He felt panic. Perhaps he had already guessed who was lying in the thin coffin, but he didnโ€™t want to admit it.

He wanted to rush up and take a look, but his feet seemed to have taken root and he could not move at all. He wanted to roar, but he could not make a sound. He could only watch as her mother cried until she fainted and woke up again.

โ€œHubby.โ€ A sobbing voice sounded behind him. He suddenly turned his head.

Although his face could not be seen clearly, he knew that it was his new wife. Everything was covered in white, she was the only one wearing red.

โ€œHubby-โ€

The cries of his mother and sister-in-law gradually faded away. Only this โ€œhubbyโ€ continued. It became clearer and clearer, as if it was whispering in his ear.

It wasnโ€™t a dream. Someone was really crying.

Song Jingchen opened his eyes in a daze and turned his head in the direction of the voice. Under the weak moonlight, he saw a black figure suddenly sitting beside him.

Her hair was loose and covered her face, making it impossible to see her face.

โ€œHubby.โ€

Before Song Jingchen could calm down from the nightmare, his heart suddenly trembled. He rolled around and hugged the blanket to hide in the bed. His scalp went numb.

โ€œHubby, youโ€™re finally awake.โ€ Seeing that he was awake, Little Jiajia burped happily and aggrievedly.

Under the double fear, Song Jingchenโ€™s face turned pale and his heart pounded. When he heard this voice, he came back to his senses and heaved a sigh of relief. Then, he rubbed his temples with a headache. โ€œWhy are you here so late at night?โ€

Little Jiajia did not answer. She only looked at him with teary eyes. โ€œHubby, Iโ€™m so cold.โ€

With that, she crawled into bed on her hands and knees, pulled the blanket over her, and covered herself.

Song Jingchen was so frightened by her actions that he jumped up. His eyes adapted to the darkness and he finally realized that something was wrong. This girl was only wearing her undergarments.

โ€œNonsense. Youโ€™re not even wearing clothes. What if you catch a cold?โ€

He was extremely anxious, but he was afraid of waking up the night watchmen. At that time, this girl would lose all her reputation. He could only try his best to keep his voice low.

Little Jiajia sniffed. โ€œIโ€™m under the blanket. I wonโ€™t catch a cold.โ€

This was her husbandโ€™s bed, her husbandโ€™s pillow, and her husbandโ€™s bed. It was very warm.

Song Jingchenโ€™s face turned red. โ€œNonsense. This is my bed. Youโ€™re a girl. Please get up.โ€

Little Jiajia pursed her lips. โ€œBut Iโ€™m cold.โ€

Song Jingchen was in a difficult position.

โ€œHubby, come in quickly. Donโ€™t catch a cold.โ€ Little Jiajia lifted a corner of the blanket and patted the seat beside her, indicating for him to lie down quickly.

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Seeing that he was standing there without moving, Little Jiajia cried again.

She sniffled quietly.

Song Jingchen gritted his teeth. โ€œWhy are you crying?

โ€œI had a nightmare just now.โ€

Song Jingchen was stunned. โ€œWhat?โ€

โ€œI dreamed that you were killed.โ€ Little Jiajia sounded sad.

Song Jingchenโ€™s heart tightened. โ€œWho is it?โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t remember. You were covered in blood. I couldnโ€™t wake you up no matter how hard I tried.โ€

Was it because of a dream that she disregarded her health and came to look for him at night?

Song Jingchen was a little touched. He softened his voice and coaxed her, โ€œIt was just a dream. Iโ€™m fine.โ€ She sniffled quietly.

โ€œStop crying.โ€

Little Jiajia continued to sob.

Song Jingchen had no choice but to sit down. He reached out and patted her gently to comfort her through the blanket. He remembered that his brother or sister cried. This was how his mother coaxed them.

โ€œAlright, Iโ€™m really fine. Donโ€™t cry.โ€

It was probably the first time heโ€™d done such a thing. His movements were stiff.

Little Jiajia looked at him with wet eyes. โ€œYouโ€™re fine now, but that doesnโ€™t mean youโ€™ll be fine in the future.โ€

Song Jingchen felt that something was wrong, but he just wanted to coax her as soon as possible. He subconsciously said, โ€œDonโ€™t I still have you? Youโ€™re so powerful, you definitely wonโ€™t let anyone harm me.โ€

As soon as he realized what he had said, he almost bit the tip of his tongue.

Little Jiajiaโ€™s eyes lit up. โ€˜Youโ€™re right. With me around, Iโ€™ll definitely protect you. Donโ€™t be afraid.โ€

Song Jingchen wanted to refute. When had he ever said that he was afraid?

โ€œHubby, youโ€™re so lucky.โ€ Little Jiajia suddenly sighed.

Song Jingchen didnโ€™t understand why the topic had changed to him being lucky.

โ€œWith a wife like me, who is skilled in martial arts, extremely smart, and has a pure heart, and looks like a Heaven Immortal, donโ€™t you think youโ€™ve benefited greatly? Your blessings are yet to come.โ€

Song Jingchen was speechless. She was really good at praising herself.

Little Jiajia was not done yet. In order to prove how smart and powerful she was, she started from the moment she was born. She was actually strong. When she was three years old, she solved several unsolved cases with her father. In fact, it was Xuanyuan Ce who solved the cases. She slept in his arms. In the end, she said how many people liked her. She was a noble princess. Who dared to dislike her?

In short, Song Jingchen had burned countless incense sticks in his previous life to get her to be his wife.

Song Jingchen was speechless. He didnโ€™t know anything else, but this girlโ€™s ability to talk to herself was indeed incredible.

Also, how did she conclude that he would definitely marry her in the future?

The voice in his ear became softer and softer until it disappeared. Song Jingchen stuck his head out and realized that the little girl had fallen asleep. There was a faint smile on her lips.

Song Jingchen suddenly felt his face heat up. This girl was in his room, resting on his pillow and under his blanket.

However, he was only shy for a short while. He calmly got out of bed and took a cloak that he had never worn before. He wrapped Little Jiajia from head to toe and coughed lightly. โ€œYouโ€™re here, right?โ€

No one replied.

Song Jingchen didnโ€™t mind and continued, โ€œHurry up and bring your princess back.โ€

As soon as he finished speaking, a man in black appeared in the room. Song Jingchen thought to himself, โ€œAs expected.โ€

You Yi didnโ€™t talk to him. He picked up Little Jiajia and disappeared.

If not for the warmth on the bed and the faint fragrance that didnโ€™t belong to him, Song Jingchen would have suspected that everything that had happened just now was an illusion.

As if no one cried and came looking for him at night because of a nightmare, let alone bragged about protecting him..

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