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

Wushisan has become a taboo in the palace since last year. The reason is that one of the empress's male favorites ate this substance greedily, lost his temper, and ended up paralyzed in bed.

The empress was furious and thought that this matter was damaging to the reputation of the royal family, so she directly ordered the death of the male favorite. From then on, Wushisan became a taboo in the palace.

At a banquet held by princes and nobles, even if someone wanted to take this substance, they would at least give it a more unique name to maintain the dignity of the royal family.

There was no one like Li Yuanying who relied on the fact that she was the emperor's favorite princess and shared the food in public at the Spring Banquet so unscrupulously.

Ji Zhen stole a glance at the empress's face, and it was indeed as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"Li Yuanying, I wish you good luck." Ji Zhen said silently in her heart.

There was a bang, and the empress placed the teacup in her hand heavily on the table, and the palace servants around her knelt on the ground.

Who wouldn’t be afraid when the emperor is furious?

Ji Zhen knelt down quickly, lowered his head to show his respect and humility, and shouted:

"Your Majesty, calm down."

However, Your Majesty was very angry. She stood up suddenly, waved her long sleeves, put her hands behind her back, frowned, and paced back and forth in the study.

It was so quiet all around that everyone wanted to hold their breath to avoid bringing disaster upon themselves.

Ji Zhen was distracted, the warm spring breeze brushed across her lips, making her feel a little itchy. Her mind followed the wind, but she heard the sound of the wind pushing the white jade bead curtain, which gently collided with each other, making a small sound.

The sunlight slanted past, casting the shadow of the bead curtain in front of Ji Zhen. She saw a string of bead curtains fluttering, and when it was about to hit the golden screen, it was blocked by something, and then fell down silently, slowly returning to calm.

Ji Zhen looked down at the shadow of the bead curtain swaying back and forth on the ground. For some reason, her heart skipped a beat. At this time, the empress let out a heavy breath, sat back on the dragon throne, glanced at Ji Zhen who was kneeling on the ground, and said slowly:

"Get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Ji Zhen stood up respectfully, still with her head lowered, as if it was she, not Li Yuanying, who forced Zhao Youqing to take Wu Shi San. Ji Zhen complained about herself in her heart, and suddenly laughed secretly, thinking:

Who wouldn't be a coward in front of the emperor? After all, the imperial power can send you to hell if you're not careful.

In a moment, Ji Zhen's mind wandered away again, and she heard the empress continue to speak:

"Zhao Youqing has always been weak. After taking Wushisan, is he still strong enough? You live next door to him, but you don't even take care of him?"

"I gave him liquorice soup, so he should be fine. But he got drunk later, and there was no one to look after him in the mansion, so I took him back to take care of him. According to the servants, the guest woke up in the middle of the night and went back to the mansion on his own. I was in a deep sleep, so I didn't know about it until this morning."

Every word he said was true; Ji Zhen was a person who could not lie.

The empress stared at her for a long while, and finally a smile appeared in the corners of her cold eyes.

"Please take a seat and have some tea."

The emperor waved his hand, and the palace servant beside him came forward to lead her and the emperor's left hand to sit down, and then served them a cup of fragrant tea.

Seeing Ji Zhen thanked her respectfully and sat down to taste the fragrant tea, the empress said:

"I know you are a sincere child. But Zhao Youqing is a hostage of Yan after all, and he will always be used by Nanyue. If we make peace, he will be in the princess's mansion, and if we make war, he will be in the prison. Zhen'er, do you understand?"

Ji Zhen's eyelids jumped suddenly, "If there is peace, it's in the Princess's Mansion, if there is war, it's in the Heavenly Prison." It won't be in the Qingyan County Prince's Mansion. She understood what the empress didn't say.

It's just a princess's mansion. Which princess's mansion is it? Princess Xian Yao's mansion?

She couldn't ask, she had no right.

Ji Zhen's mind worked quickly, and she finally understood why the emperor asked her to come to the study.

Zhao Youqing has reached adulthood this year. If he were still in Yan State, his children would probably be lying around. But as a hostage in a foreign country, without the emperor's care, how could he have a home?

Now that the war has calmed down, it is a good time for the emperor to show his benevolence. It is obviously a benevolent act to care about the lifelong affairs of the hostage. But which princess is it?

Although the empress had many concubines, she had few offspring. So far, there were only three princesses and six princes. In addition to the crown princess, there were only the third princess Li Yuanying and the second princess Li Yuanmei.

Li Yuanmei is already married, so Zhao Youqing can only be a concubine if he goes there. No way!

Then the only one left is Li Yuanying who has not yet gotten married...Li Yuanying!

Li Yuanying absolutely cannot do that!

Ji Zhen clenched the album of young masters from noble families in his hand, his brows knotted in a knot.

Although Li Yuanying has not yet married, he has countless maids in his house, not to mention the concubines and lovers in the courtyard.

How could Zhao Youqing, who was in such poor health and had a weak mind, fight against the demons and monsters in Li Yuanying's yard? Wouldn't it be like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth, with its life in danger?

If Zhao Youqing insists on getting married, then instead of letting Zhao Youqing marry Li Yuanying, it would be better for her to marry him herself! So that he won't suffer so much!

Wait!

What was she thinking? How could she think that?

Ji Zhen suddenly broke out in a layer of cold sweat on her back, and the warm wind blowing past her ears made her shiver.

It's too dangerous. How could she have such an idea? Zhao Youqing is a hostage of Yan State, a younger brother under her protection...

"Zhen'er?" When the empress saw that Ji Zhen didn't answer for a long time, her face darkened.

Ji Zhen clenched her hands in her sleeves into fists. The next moment, she raised her head, met the empress's inquiring eyes, smiled heartlessly, and said:

"I understand! Your Majesty's benevolence is a blessing to all the people."

She stood up, knelt on one knee in front of the empress, raised her head and smiled sweetly:

"I would like to thank you for your grace on behalf of the guest minister. After all, he is still my humble brother. Your Majesty is so gracious and I am honored to receive your grace!"

The empress stared into her pure and innocent eyes, finally smiled and scolded:

"Wake up! You are so old but still act like a child. Go back and choose your husband. If I see someone I like, I will grant you marriage."

Ji Zhen happily agreed and chatted with the empress about new and interesting things in the northwest. When she left the study, it was already noon.

When she jumped on her horse and galloped all the way to the deserted Yudai River, she was like a deflated ball. She hugged the horse's neck listlessly and looked as depressed as she could be.

"Your Highness? Are you hungry?"

Ye Feng followed Ji Zhen carefully, watching her holding the horse's neck, her body swaying, as if she was about to fall off at any minute. His whole body was tense, ready to rescue her at any time.

"Ugh--"

Ji Zhen sighed heavily and muttered half dead:

"Yes, I'm hungry, but I'm worried about something worse than being hungry. It's so annoying!"

"Why are you worried, Your Highness?" Ye Feng asked.

"It's going to rain, and Zhao Youqing is going to get married. My heart is so cold!" Ji Zhen wailed while holding his heart on horseback.

"Who said that? How come I don't know?"

Zhao Youqing's voice suddenly rang out, scaring Ji Zhen so much that he almost fell off his horse.