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

The night wind is coming?

Why would he come to the Marquis's Mansion at this time? He shouldn't have come. He should have stayed at the Prince's Mansion at this time.

Unless something happened and she had to know it immediately.

"I gonna go see."

Ji Zhen frowned slightly and bowed to Yu Min. He didn't care about the pain, reached out and took the outer robe held by Mingyue, put it on quickly, strode to the door, turned sideways and flipped over the railing on the second floor, flew down, and landed five steps away from the small building.

The West Garden is different from the East Garden. The whole garden is covered with low rose vines, and the view is quite wide. As soon as Ji Zhenren landed, he looked up and saw Ye Feng who was stopped by the servants. He frowned and called out:

"Yefeng, come here."

When the person who was blocking Ye Feng saw Ji Zhen coming, he didn't dare to stop him anymore. He quietly stepped aside, leaving space for the two to talk.

Ji Zhen glanced around inconspicuously and asked in a low voice:

"Why are you here? Did something happen in the mansion?"

Ye Feng took a step forward and whispered in Ji Zhen's ear:

"There are fifty more soldiers outside the palace, wearing armor inside and short shirts outside, disguised as refugees, hiding in the dark.

One of the two exits outside the palace was blocked by a tree cut down on the roadside. People leaving the palace can only go through the area guarded by the soldiers. Those who left came back and said that they were questioned by them. Butler Wen is checking the whereabouts of these soldiers and asked me to tell His Highness not to return to the palace for the time being. "

what?

Ji Zhen's brows knitted when she heard this. How could someone dare to set up an ambush outside her Prince's Mansion in broad daylight? And let fifty soldiers go at once?

Looking across the entire capital, who would be brave enough to confront Ji Zhen at this time?

Kind of.

Ji Zhen was really curious. She took Ye Feng a few steps outside, stood under the rockery next to the corner gate, and asked:

"Did the person being questioned tell me what they asked?"

Ye Feng glanced at Ji Zhen without leaving a trace, and said softly:

"Investigating... the whereabouts of Master Lu."

Ji Zhen was stunned for a moment, and his already unsightly brows were immediately twisted into a knot.

"Lu Ziyan ran away?"

Previously, Lin Jiahuai sent someone to deliver a message that Lu Ziyan was implicated by Princess Li Yuanzhen and taken to the Heavenly Prison by the Imperial Guards. However, Lin Jiahuai later managed to get him out in the name of making an antidote and placed him under house arrest in the guest room of Jingzhao Yin.

Ji Zhen thought that everything was fine since there was no news from him these days. Who could have known that he actually ran away?

"Lu Ziyan is the legal husband of the princess after all, so are those soldiers Li Yuanzhen's men?"

Ji Zhen paced back and forth anxiously, analyzing various possibilities.

"wrong."

Ji Zhen suddenly stopped and overturned his own analysis.

"Li Yuanzhen was imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison, so why would he suddenly send fifty soldiers to surround my palace just to find Lu Ziyan?"

She looked at Ye Feng and asked:

"When you come out, can you be questioned?"

"I used light Kung Fu to leave the house and avoided them, and was not questioned." Ye Feng answered truthfully.

"Oh? Fifty people are blocking the road, and not one person has thought of looking up?"

Ji Zhen's tightly knitted brows slowly relaxed and he sneered:

"The thirteen court henchmen kept in the palace would not be so stupid. It seems that these fifty soldiers are not from the palace."

It’s good as long as he is not the Empress and Li Yuanzhen’s person.

She didn't know why Lu Ziyan ran away, but the guest room of Jingzhao Yin was not the guest room of the inn in Beijing, so it was not easy to escape.

Either Lu Ziyan was a well-known person who could escape from the Jingzhao Yin's government office. Or, Lu Ziyan had other plans and kidnapped him.

Ji Zhen is not worried about either of these two situations.

After all, she had originally planned to send him back to the Eastern Palace once the matter of the Southern Xinjiang medicine man was settled, so that he could reunite with Li Yuanzhen and his wife.

However, now that Li Yuanzhen was imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison, the Eastern Palace was obviously no longer a good destination for him. If Lu Ziyan could have a way out, she would be willing to turn a blind eye and help him.

However, I was afraid that his retreat would lead to a dead end, or he would be framed and robbed by villains on the way. With his body, I was afraid that he would not be able to hold on before his blood was drained.

The more Ji Zhen thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. After all, she was the one who arranged for Lu Ziyan to be the governor of Jingzhao. She always had a responsibility to take care of him.

"Yefeng, go back home."

Ji Zhen lifted her robe and walked out of the corner door. Before Ye Feng could stop her, he saw Yu Bojun and his personal bodyguard Yao Xing hurriedly coming in from outside and bumped into Ji Zhen.

"Be careful."

Yu Bojun quickly supported Ji Zhen who rushed into his arms, sighed, brushed away the fallen flowers on her head, and said helplessly:

"Where are you going in such a hurry?"

When Ji Zhen saw Yu Bojun, his eyes lit up immediately. He took his hand and said with concern:

"You're up? How are you?"

Yu Bojun blushed slightly and turned his head away, avoiding eye contact with Ji Zhen. But then he thought about what the servant had just said to him, and looked at Ji Zhen worriedly again:

"Just now I heard that mother wanted to detain you in the mansion, why do you want to leave now?"

"Hey, does news spread so quickly in your mansion?"

Ji Zhen took a step back and tilted his head to look at Yao Xing who was standing behind Yu Bojun with his head lowered.

Ji Zhen was familiar with this person.

Yu Bojun had two personal attendants since he was a child, one for ink and one for sword. One for literature and one for martial arts, which was the standard equipment for children of aristocratic families.

Originally, her mother Ji Xi had arranged two for her, but she really couldn't stand having someone following her wherever she went, so she refused and gave up.

But she didn't expect that Yao Xing was so good at martial arts, and the gossip about him would spread so quickly.

But this time, Yu Bojun arrived at the right time.

Ji Zhen had a rare smile on her face. She patted Yu Bojun's hand and said soothingly:

"Well, since you are here, please tell your mother for me. I have something important to go back to the mansion for. We can discuss the matter between her and me later. As for the troops in the East Camp, I may need to use them when necessary. I will let you know here first, just as a written document."

Ji Zhen was about to walk out as she spoke, but Yu Bojun grabbed her and asked anxiously:

"Zhenzhen, what's the matter that requires the use of the troops from the East Camp?"

Ji Zhen paused, turned her head and looked at Yu Bojun who looked worried. The smile on her face deepened. She squeezed his hand and said with a smile:

"If it succeeds, it's a piece of cake. If it fails..."

Ji Zhen paused, smiled deeply and tapped Yu Bojun's chest, saying:

"Tell your mother that if I fail this time, I will let her open the trap box."

Yu Bojun and Ji Zhen had been together for so many years that he knew her every move very well. When he heard this, he felt something was wrong and immediately tightened his grip on her hand, asking:

"What trap box? What are you and your mother talking about? What are you going to do?"

"Go ask the Marquis. She should know more than me."

Ji Zhen lightly lifted his Dantian, and the true energy surged up. He patted Yu Bojun's tightly clenched hands, stepped on the light kung fu, and disappeared in two or three steps with the night wind. Only Yu Bojun was left standing in the shadow of the rockery under the corner gate, his eyes gradually darkening.