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

Ji Zhen's brain stopped for a moment, her round almond-shaped eyes blinked twice, and then she realized belatedly that she had agreed to something extraordinary!

Yu! Bo! Jun!

Ji Zhen had a hunch that she seemed to have been led astray by Yu Bojun, and she was immediately furious!

You are so good, Yu Bojun! Now that you have become powerful, you are so bold? How dare you fool me!

Ji Zhen angrily picked up the cold tea on the table and guzzled it, then put it back on the table with a bang. Pointing at the closed door of the study, she angrily said:

"It's your own marriage! What's so great about fooling me? Just wait and see how I can deal with you! You..."

But before he could finish his words, Yu Bojun's gloomy eyes appeared in front of Ji Zhen.

Broken, depressed, repressed.

The gloomy emotion, weighing heavily in his eyes, was something he had never expressed even at the critical moment of life and death.

And those retreating steps and the hands that wanted to withdraw, at this moment, turned into an invisible silk thread, wrapping around Ji Zhen's pounding heart, circle after circle.

“Oh, my God!”

Ji Zhen howled to the sky, sighed heavily, and punched the table. The bitterness in her heart made her eyes hot.

"You are so stupid! You can like anyone else, but you have to like me. What's so good about me? What if I make you unhappy? How can I compensate you?"

A teardrop fell on the rosewood table. Under the flickering candlelight, it glowed with a little warmth. The wind started again, rustling the bamboo leaves outside the window, as if they were laughing, or sighing over and over again.

The door of the study was knocked again, and the voice of the night wind sounded outside the door:

"Your Highness, the detailed entry and exit review form for the last batch of soldiers in the camp within three days has come out. Your Highness, would you like to check it now?"

"Bring it in."

Ji Zhen wiped his face quickly and sat down at the desk again, looking normal again.

In this way, until dawn, Ji Zhen was immersed in military affairs and could not get away to look for Yu Bojun. At noon, the palace issued an imperial edict, summoning her into the palace.

The messenger sent by the empress this time was her confidant, Zhao Xiyun.

As soon as Ji Zhen saw her, her heart began to beat. After all, Zhao Xiyun was a favorite of the empress, and whenever she personally took action, it was either a great joy or a great sorrow.

Since she had just dealt with her personally appointed princess Li Yuanzhen and her favorite Princess Xian Yao Li Yuanying, Ji Zhen found it difficult to deceive herself into believing that Zhao Xiyun's sudden visit brought her good news.

"Lord Zhao, I heard that His Majesty has been feeling unwell recently. I wonder if he is feeling better now?"

On the way to Chongde Palace, Ji Zhen looked at Zhao Xiyun's face and asked him questions cautiously.

Zhao Xiyun is now over 40 years old. She has been in the palace for a long time and has become a shrewd person. She can see what Ji Zhen is thinking. She smiled slightly and said slowly:

"Your Highness Qingyan is overthinking. Your Majesty is entrusted with the destiny of heaven and is protected by the gods. How can a minor illness harm your Majesty's health? It's just that your Majesty is not in a good mood. Your Highness Qingyan, please be careful when dealing with it in front of the emperor."

Zhao Xiyun's words were full of hidden meanings. Ji Zhen's scalp tightened when he heard them.

She seemed to be just asking about the empress's health, but in fact, she was asking if the empress was angry about someone or something today, and if she wanted to punish anyone. The implication was that if she went to see the empress now, she might run into the empress's gun because of bad luck.

Zhao Xiyun's answer was more subtle. What she meant was:

Is it your Majesty's business that you can ask?

Even if His Majesty has something to do, His Majesty would not take it seriously because it is such a trivial matter.

However, if someone has displeased His Majesty and has come to you, you are most likely responsible. It is useless to ask others for help, so just pray for yourself.

With Zhao Xiyun's status, being able to give Ji Zhen such a hint was already a great honor for her. Most importantly, these words should have been tacitly allowed by the empress to be spoken to her by Zhao Xiyun.

So, Ji Zhen quickly took out a bag of small gold beads from her waist bag, quietly stuffed them into Zhao Xiyun's hand, and smiled at her calmly:

"Since your majesty is in good health, I am relieved."

Zhao Xiyun pulled her hand back slightly, and the bag full of small gold beads was hidden under her wide sleeves. She weighed it down, squeezed the gold beads, and finally nodded with satisfaction, saying to Ji Zhen:

"Your Highness is a man of filial piety, and you are most favored by Your Majesty. Just be at ease."

After saying that, he bowed slightly, nodded to her, and was the first to step into the Chongde Hall.

"Your Majesty, the Prince of Qingyan is here."

"Let her in."

The voices in the hall were somewhat violent. Ji Zhen's heart trembled, thinking:

Zhao Xiyun clearly told her to "rest assured", but the commotion inside didn't seem to be able to reassure her!

At this time, Zhao Xiyun stepped out of the palace gate, smiled at her, bowed and said:

"Your Highness, please."

Ji Zhen hesitated for a moment and said:

"Master Zhao, this..."

"Your Highness, please."

Zhao Xiyun interrupted Ji Zhen calmly, bowed and lowered his eyes without looking away, he was like a completely different person from before, which made Ji Zhen feel uncomfortable.

Forget it! If you stick your head out, you'll get a knife. If you hide your head, you'll get a knife too!

When she had made up her mind to have Lin Jiahuai report the matter of the witch doctor in Southern Xinjiang directly to the Empress, she had thought of all the possibilities of today.

So Ji Zhen gritted her teeth, lifted her skirt, and strode in.

"Your humble servant..."

Ji Zhen had just stood still in the hall and said only two words when she heard a clang and an exquisite white porcelain teacup with embossed carvings fell at her feet.

Ji Zhen paused slightly, lowered her eyes and stood there without moving. She only heard the heavy and rapid breathing of the empress opposite her. She knew without even looking that she must be furious. So she restrained her expression, lifted her skirt, moved slightly, and knelt down in the gap between the debris on the ground.

"Your Majesty, I am humbled and I wish Your Majesty a long life."

But the empress snorted slightly irritably and said:

"With you, the prince, here, can I still live forever?"

These words were extremely serious. The Empress actually said that her existence would shorten her lifespan? How could that be possible? Even if the Empress said she would chop off her head next, she wouldn't be surprised!

This is definitely not the result she wanted!

So Ji Zhen immediately leaned over among the debris on the ground, and said:

"I dare not, I am terrified!"

"You are afraid? You dare to take care of my princess and provoke her husband. What are you afraid of?"

The empress's voice became more and more angry, but Ji Zhen immediately understood that she had heard rumors from the market and believed them to be true. So she quickly explained loudly:

"Your Majesty is wise! I would never dare to commit treason and do such an unacceptable thing even if I die. Everything I have done is in accordance with the laws of Nanyue and is for the benefit of the court."

After hearing what Ji Zhen said, the empress suddenly smiled, suppressed her anger, and said coldly:

"For the welfare of the court of Nanyue? Since when did having a private relationship with Lu Ziyan count as a blessing?"