Transmigrating to Female Supremacy: Husbands, Don’t Be Too Outrageous

Seeing Ji Zhen's frown almost knotted, Chaoge swallowed the rest of his words.

However, Ji Zhen did not blame him, but just asked:

“When did you start hearing this?”

"It was these two days. When I was buying paper and ink for the young master, I heard the shopkeeper and his assistants talking about it in Wenchang Pavilion."

The wind blew in the garden, blowing up Ji Zhen's wide sleeves, but it couldn't blow away the frown on her brow.

Two days later, Li Yuanzhen was still in the palace, and she hadn't caught Miao Yi yet. Who was spreading such rumors?

Li Yuanzhen? Or Li Yuanying?

She was just a small prince. Li Yuanzhen was a princess and held the power of the Ministry of War. What was the point of slandering her like this? If they wanted to remove her military power, this method of saying that she intended to rebel was too childish. How could the empress believe it?

If she wanted to rebel, she would not have come to the capital.

Ji Zhen sneered to himself, shook his head, followed Chaoge to the door of the study, and motioned Chaoge to report.

Chaoge knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he lowered his head all the way, only daring to look at the road under his feet. After reporting this moment, he wanted to quietly retreat. But Ji Zhen stopped him and said:

"Go to my house and tell Butler Wen to bring the food over."

Ever since he went to the Prince's Mansion, Chaoge was afraid of the young housekeeper there. Although he didn't know why, he always felt that the young housekeeper was glaring at him. So he would not go to Ji Zhen's Prince's Mansion if he could avoid it. When he heard Ji Zhen asking him to go to the Prince's Mansion and have someone deliver food, he immediately thought of Wen Daoxing who personally delivered food last time, and quickly said to Ji Zhen:

"Your Highness, we have food in our house."

"Oh? Was it you or Mu Yu who did it? Don't tell me that it was Mr. Liu who did it."

Ji Zhen raised an eyebrow, disagreeing with Chaoge's words.

"I did it."

The door of the study opened from the inside, and Zhao Youqing walked out wearing casual home clothes.

The cloud patterns on his blue-gray satin robe floated faintly as he walked, as if he was covered in flowing clouds, making him look elegant and beautiful.

Ji Zhen's brows, which were almost knotted, relaxed when he saw Zhao Youqing. He walked forward, held his hand, and said with a smile:

"When did you learn to cook?"

"The day you asked Mr. Wen to bring the meal over, I invited the chef from Shiyanlou to teach us."

Zhao Youqing smiled softly and walked into the study hand in hand with Ji Zhen.

Chaoge wiped the cold sweat from his head, not knowing whether he was guilty of what he said wrongly or what. Today, he felt something was wrong when he looked at Ji Zhen's face, and she was accompanied by Ye Feng and two other soldiers from the East Camp, which made him feel particularly uneasy.

But he was just Zhao Youqing's servant, and he couldn't talk too much even when Ji Zhen was in a good mood, not to mention that Ji Zhen was clearly in a bad mood. It was his master who could make her smile, and he would never dare to offend her.

Chaoge respectfully bowed to the two of them at the door of the study, closed the door quietly, and stood outside, staring at the soldier from the East Camp who was left outside by Ji Zhen as a guard.

In the study, Zhao Youqing pulled Ji Zhen to sit on the couch by the window. Ji Zhen looked at Zhao Youqing across the small square table made of huanghuali wood. Zhao Youqing couldn't help but touch his face and asked:

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Ji Zhen shook her head, stretched out her hand and gently stroked his handsome face, sighing:

"Life is like an illusion, and it will eventually return to nothingness."

When she was at Yin's office, she felt that Miao Yi looked familiar the first time she saw him. She didn't think much about it at the time, but when she saw Zhao Youqing again, she realized that Miao Yi's true appearance was somewhat similar to Zhao Youqing.

His true appearance, hidden under the delicately painted camouflage human skin, was three times more beautiful than the human skin. Even though his skin was a strange blue color and his face was covered with scars, his flaws still outweighed his merits, and Ji Zhen remembered him at first sight.

But Miao Yi, with a good appearance, turned into a ghost, forcing him to walk in the world in human skin. While saving himself, he transformed into a real ghost and ruthlessly deprived innocent people of their lives for his own selfish reasons.

Therefore, Zhao Youqing is always Zhao Youqing. No matter who is similar to him, he will never be the same as anyone else.

His forbearance, silence, and occasional persistence made the three words "Zhao Youqing" irreplaceable, and successfully occupied the softest place in Ji Zhen's heart.

Thinking of this, Ji Zhen couldn't help but laugh. Zhao Youqing grabbed her hand and rubbed it on his face. Seeing the hint of reluctance on her face, he suddenly felt uneasy and asked:

"What's wrong? Why are you saying such weird things?"

Ji Zhen's hand was tickled by his long hair, and she wanted to withdraw her hand, but she was reluctant to do so. So she simply pulled him over the half-huanghuali square table and gave him a kiss.

Zhao Youqing was stunned for a moment by Ji Zhen's kiss. When he reacted, Ji Zhen was ready to end this light kiss. He took the initiative, pressed the back of Ji Zhen's head, bit her lips gently, and deepened the kiss.

"Well......"

Ji Zhen was a little short of breath after being kissed by Zhao Youqing, and she pushed him, wanting him to let her go. But Zhao Youqing seized the opportunity, put her hand in his palm, clasped it on his chest, and pulled her closer.

Zhao Youqing's body was hot, and his heart was beating under Ji Zhen's hands. His lips and tongue spread his breath all over every inch of Ji Zhen's mouth, patiently entangled her, not allowing her to escape, vowing to pull her into the sinking.

But Ji Zhen had important matters in mind. She was not here to get intimate with Zhao Youqing!

As Zhao Youqing's kiss became more and more obsessed, Ji Zhen almost summoned up all the willpower in her life, exerted a little force on her hands, and pushed him away very firmly.

"What's wrong? How about we go back to the room?"

Zhao Youqing's breathing was unstable, and there was a dark tide of emotion in his eyes, and it was obvious that he was unsatisfied.

"I, I have something serious to say."

Ji Zhen managed to calm down, pushed Zhao Youqing away, stood up, picked up the teapot on the table, and poured herself a cup of cold tea.

"Being with me, is that some crooked way?"

Rejected, Zhao Youqing leaned lazily on the couch, half-closed his eyes, and watched Ji Zhen drink a cup of herbal tea and then poured another cup.

"Don't talk nonsense, I really have something important to do."

"Business?"

Zhao Youqing stared at Ji Zhen, and suddenly frowned, snorted coldly, and said:

"Could it be that Master Lu has vomited blood again, and wants you to find some rare treasures to nourish him? Sorry, I am just a humble man, very poor, and I don't have any rare treasures to nourish him."

These words stunned Ji Zhen. She put down the teacup, turned around and looked at Zhao Youqing, and asked:

"Youqing, I never mentioned anything about the Yin Office. Why do you know so much about it?"