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

"But I'm afraid."

In the quiet bedroom, Yu Bojun's voice was particularly clear.

Ji Zhen was stunned for a moment, then turned her head to look at him. In the dim candlelight, Yu Bojun's eyes fell on Ji Zhen's chest.

Ji Zhen climbed over the wall at night, wearing a black shorts outfit very consciously. The soft sword was wrapped around his waist, and the hideous wound on his chest was properly covered by the black soft satin. From the outside, there was nothing wrong with it.

But Yu Bojun knew how horrible it was when Ye Hui dug open the wound that was infected with a deadly poison to remove the poison.

The glaring red and the sound of dripping blood kept him awake all night.

For several days, whenever I closed my eyes, I saw Ji Zhen’s gray and lifeless face.

That feeling was even more heartbreaking than seeing Ji Zhen fall on the battlefield.

If the enemy is on the other side, he can fight back even if he is desperate. But if the enemy is right beside him, or even the one he will serve in the future, what should he do? What should Ji Zhen do?

An unprecedented feeling of powerlessness weighed heavily on Yu Bojun's heart, suffocating him.

He grabbed Ji Zhen's hand, caressed it lovingly, and then let go. He lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and said slowly:

"Go back to the Northwest. If there is chaos in the capital, you can still be the King of the Northwest."

"King of the Northwest?"

Ji Zhen sneered and pulled back the soft blanket on the bed. Half of it was wrapped around Yu Bojun's body, and the other half was stuffed behind him, supporting him against the headboard. She turned in front of him, tilted her head, looked at him and smiled:

"All land under heaven belongs to the king. All the people in the land are his subjects. The capital is in chaos, so whose king of the northwest should I be?"

Yu Bojun, who had been avoiding Ji Zhen's sight, was finally angered by her nonchalant tone. He looked up at her and said without thinking:

"If you can't be a king, then be an emperor. The Northwest is so big, can't it support a person like you, Ji Zhen?"

"Oh my, my little General Yu, are you inciting me to rebel? The Loyal and Brave Marquis's Mansion is a family of three generations of meritorious service, bravery and loyalty. Aren't you afraid of being beaten by your mother for saying such treasonous words?"

Ji Zhen folded her hands and leaned against the bedpost, looking at Yu Bojun's pale face, which was flushed with anger, with a faint smile in her eyes.

Yu Bojun snorted coldly upon hearing this. His eyes fell on Ji Zhen's chest. His hands hidden in his sleeves suddenly clenched into fists and sneered:

"As a minister, loyalty is a virtue, and serving a wise, benevolent and kind monarch is a beauty. The current emperor values ​​the four words of wisdom, benevolence and kindness, and he only dares to be arrogant. The one in the East Palace can't even do the second one, how dare he ask for loyalty from his ministers?"

When Yu Bojun thought of Ji Zhen lying on the bed with an uncertain look on his face, he felt cold all over and wished he could suffer in her place.

What does it matter if he exhausted all his energy to pass on his skills? Even if it meant exchanging one life for another, as long as Ji Zhen was safe, he would be willing to do so. However, he could save her temporarily, but could he protect her forever?

The Loyal and Brave Marquis's Mansion was too deeply involved with the imperial family, and they had long shared honor and disgrace. If there was chaos in the capital, the Loyal and Brave Marquis's Mansion would be the shield and the sword, and would be the first to bear the brunt.

No one in the Marquis' Mansion could leave the capital at any time. His mother couldn't leave, and he, as the eldest son of the Yu family, couldn't leave either.

Even though he had married Ji Zhen and became her husband, the bloodline connected to the Li Dynasty would imprison him like shackles. The person who put the shackles on him would pull him back like a dog leash when he was needed, and let him lock up Ji Zhen together and be loyal to her together.

But is the current Li worthy of it?

There was a hint of anger in Yu Bojun's dark and gloomy eyes, and his deep gaze scanned Ji Zhen's face bit by bit.

Ji Zhen felt a little uneasy when he looked at her. She sat up straight and touched her face unconsciously, then spoke with a weak tone:

"The Li family is not a good person, why are you looking at me?"

Ji Zhen's clear eyes as usual made the gloom in Yu Bojun's eyes dissipate a little. He smiled slightly and shook his head:

"Go to the northwest, Zhenzhen. The general is there, and your roots are there. The capital is not the place for you to stay."

"what?"

Ji Zhen's drawn-out tone turned into a strange sound in her mouth, and she leaned lazily against the bedpost again. Her slender fingers gently brushed the soft sword on her waist, and she smiled:

"Who told you that my roots are in the northwest? General?"

Ji Zhen's eyes suddenly became sharp, and with half-closed eyes, he stared at the top of Xiuyun's tent and said word by word:

“I was born and raised in Beijing, but I served as a garrison officer in the northwest for a few years. How did the northwest become my roots?

My mother's surname was Ji and her given name was Xi. However, she was asked by the clan to change her name because she had the same name as the sacred and inviolable Majesty. Majesty was a good person and graciously allowed her not to change her name, but made her name a taboo. Even her tombstone could only be engraved with the two characters Ji.

The word "Xi" was not invented by their Li family. Why can she be called Li Xi but my mother can't?

She, on the other hand, calls my mother by her nickname every day and pretends to be so affectionate, but she doesn't even know what my mother's tombstone looks like."

Speaking of this, Ji Zhen's eyes turned red.

She hated the tombstone with "Ji" engraved on it, so she smashed it immediately and replaced it with a blank tombstone.

The news soon spread to the capital. Everyone knew how much the empress valued General Ji Xi. So memorials impeaching Ji Zhen for violating filial piety flew like snowflakes to the imperial study of Empress Li Xi, in an attempt to bring this young prince, who had gained favor due to his mother's mourning, into the quagmire.

However, to everyone's surprise, hundreds of impeachment letters piled up on the desk in the imperial study for more than ten days, but the empress did not make a single decision on a single word.

Not only that, the censor who submitted three consecutive impeachment memorials was also dismissed by the empress on a pretext.

The censors finally quieted down. Later, someone with a quick mind figured out the key point and wrote a memorial praising the great general Ji Xi's achievements, saying that the inscriptionless stele was a monument praising your majesty's achievements in the northwest.

She submitted the memorial happily, thinking she would be praised, but she did not expect that before dawn the next day, she was sent to clean the tomb of the late emperor.

From that day on, Prince Qingyan Ji Zhen and General Ji Xi became people who could not be discussed lightly.

The envious and jealous people are all hiding in the dark, ready to make a move.

Ji Zhen knew all of this. Beijing was never a blessed place for her, but she was born and raised here, so whether she came or left, no one else's opinion counted. Only she had the final say.

Yu Bojun looked at Ji Zhen quietly, taking in the ups and downs in her eyes. Under the dim light, Ji Zhen's slightly red eyes suddenly became dazzling. He smiled, stretched out his hand, caught a tear from the corner of her eye, and said:

"Why, is there a dog leash tied around the neck of my Qingyan County Prince?"