Chapter 410: Chapter 410

Song Ci is truly an open-minded mother-in-law. She said there was no need to greet everyone; we should just follow her wishes. So, Niu Pan’er and Song Zhiyu spent two days being lovey-dovey at Fufeng Pavilion.

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The day after the three-day homecoming, Song Zhiyu did indeed receive an honorary post, a sinecure with no duties, and the title of the Glorious Recorder.

But there was no time to be happy as the esteemed Prince Dingbei, the father-in-law, was to set off back to the Northeast, and Song Zhiyu and Niu Pan’er personally escorted him to Junbie Pavilion.

Niu Pan’er, always resilient, had long anticipated this day. Yet, upon seeing her father’s frost-touched temples and considering the long journey ahead, she couldn’t help but purse her lips, intending to utter some words of retention, but in the end, it condensed into one sentence: "Father, take care."

"Don’t worry. Leaving promptly means I won’t encounter heavy snowstorms on the road. Once I’m gone, you and your husband should live well." Prince Dingbei looked at his noticeably more fulfilled daughter, comforted, and patted her shoulder: "If you’re bullied... never mind, your husband is young and thin-skinned, so don’t bully him too much."

It’s fortunate to have found a good son-in-law; it should last long without needing another, which would be troublesome.

Niu Pan’er glanced at Song Zhiyu with a smile and said, "Father, rest assured, I’m too busy pampering him to bully him."

Though touched, something felt off!

Prince Dingbei slapped this son-in-law on the shoulder, saying, "You, young man, put in more effort. Our Niu Family relies on you to carry on the lineage!"

What is he, a sow? Even carrying on the lineage depends on him!

Song Zhiyu’s face turned red, and under his father-in-law’s look of authority that allowed no dissent, he could only pledge earnestly, "Rest assured, I will do my utmost."

Prince Dingbei laughed, took a deep look at his daughter, then turned and mounted his horse: "Father will set off first."

He dared not look back, waved a single hand, and rode off. It wasn’t until he had gone far enough that he stopped, watched as that little black figure faded into a tiny dot in the distance for a while, and gritted his teeth to continue the journey.

Niu Pan’er’s eyes turned red, and her mood was quite downcast.

Song Zhiyu dared not speak, lowered his eyes to look at her drooping hand, then extended his hand, hooking her fingertip gently with his little finger.

"Don’t be too sad. After all, there’s still me, isn’t there?"

Niu Pan’er turned her head and smiled at him, "Yes."

"Shall we return to the city? I know a little place that makes really authentic copper pot dishes. I’ll take you to try it; otherwise, you wouldn’t find it without a guide." Song Zhiyu’s eyes sparkled.

The two got on the carriage back to the city, and Song Zhiyu kept his promise, taking her to enjoy a meal of copper pot dishes before returning home.

After returning home, the two rested for a while. Niu Pan’er then said, "If you want to go out and have some fun, just do it; I’ll go and chat with Mother."

"Huh? I don’t have anywhere to go."

"Didn’t Bao Datong and the others invite you out for drinks?" Niu Pan’er considerately said, "Just go, but don’t drink too much, and take Si Xi and the others with you."

As she spoke, she had Hua Ying bring over a box to open.

My goodness, it was a box full of silver notes, each worth a hundred taels.

Niu Pan’er casually took a stack, placed it in a small wallet beside her, and handed it to Song Zhiyu, "Go ahead, don’t get too bored, is this enough? If not, I’ll add more."

My wife is truly generous beyond measure!

It wasn’t until he walked out of Fufeng Pavilion that he regained some clarity from his stupor, turned around, and looked at the small courtyard behind him.

Where am I, who am I, what am I supposed to do?

The Commandery Princess wife gave me money to go drink; damn, I feel so elated!