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

The afternoon spring sun shines obliquely, outlining the beautiful and upright hazy figure of the person covered by the long curtain hat.

Ji Zhen turned her head and looked, and she felt that this figure was somewhat familiar. But before she could think about it, the warm wind suddenly became stronger, blowing through the branches of the old tree on the corner of the street, blowing past the few people, lifting the corners of the long curtain hat, and vaguely revealing a face that was pleasing to the eye.

That face, with delicate features and deep contours. The high nose with a raised bridge and thin lips, has a somewhat exotic style. Especially those slender and upturned eyes, which are embedded with a pair of deep sapphire blue eyes. It's like the blue sky blending into the blue sea, overflowing with tenderness and affection, staring at her without blinking.

It looks really nice.

Ji Zhen thought aimlessly that such beautiful blue eyes seemed to belong to only one person in her impression.

It was just that his eyes always hid too many emotions that she couldn't understand when he saw her. Whenever they met, he always hesitated to speak, unlike the person in front of him who was so straightforward and passionate.

"Your Highness, it's been a long time since we last met. Do you still remember Zi Yan?"

Who?

The moment the dull and rough voice sounded, Ji Zhen felt as if he was struck by lightning.

The voice sounded so familiar and inappropriate that Ji Zhen would rather not have heard it.

Her eyes widened, she stepped forward, and without saying a word, she stretched out her hands to the left and right, and unceremoniously lifted the curtain, looking the person inside carefully from head to toe.

The man in the veil seemed to be frightened by her sudden action, and he did not move at all, allowing her sharp light to look at him from head to toe. By the time he reacted, Ji Zhen had already quickly retreated, and in the process, tightened his veil, eliminating the possibility of it being opened again.

"Your Highness..."

Lu Ziyan opened his mouth hesitantly, but was interrupted by Ji Zhen in a rather violent tone just after he uttered two words.

"You are not allowed to speak."

Ji Zhen took a few steps back and stood under the porridge stall. He pulled his hair in annoyance, with a thousand three-character beasts galloping in his heart.

What the hell!

Why did Lu Ziyan really come to see her?

Who is the master behind those spies? Why is he so sure of what he is saying? Is he blessed by his mouth?

But that's not right. How did Lu Ziyan escape from Jingzhao Yin? With his paper-like body, how could he have escaped from Jingzhao Yin by himself?

Who helped him leave Jingzhaoyin? And who sent him to the palace?

Are those guards under Lin Jiahuai just there to do nothing? How come they can't even keep an eye on one person?

This Lu Ziyan is the same, just run away, why come to her place? What's the difference between coming here and walking into a trap? What's the point of your escape?

Are you full?

For a moment, Ji Zhen felt like her brain was going to explode. When she looked at Lu Ziyan again, her temper was filled with anger.

Lu Ziyan, who was forbidden by Ji Zhen to speak, could feel Ji Zhen's anger that was on the verge of going berserk even through the long curtain.

He knew clearly that Ji Zhen's anger came from him. The anger in her eyes that wanted to beat someone up also came from him. But he not only didn't feel scared, but felt a little excited.

This is the real Ji Zhen, more vivid and real than the shadow that always appears in his dreams.

She was so close to him, so close that he only needed to take a step forward, reach out his hand, hold her hand, and pull her into his arms.

Yes, he can.

Lu Ziyan's heart was beating wildly, and his throat became dry because of this thought. He walked towards Ji Zhen uncontrollably, but he didn't expect that he was stopped by an iron-like arm as soon as he raised his leg.

"you!"

"Please respect yourself, Master Lu."

The sound of the night wind was neither loud nor soft; only Lu Zi's words could be heard.

The look he gave him was cold and full of warning. The owner of the voice was humble, seemingly supporting him, but in fact pinning him firmly in place.

Night wind...

Through the long curtain hat, Lu Ziyan cast a serious look at Ji Zhen's personal bodyguard for the first time.

He was not unfamiliar with this guard. Whether in the Qingyan County Prince's Mansion or Jingzhao Yin, this person would always stay within five steps of Ji Zhen.

This was not surprising. After all, it was normal for the sons of noble families in South Vietnam to raise a few shadow guards. Moreover, Ji Zhen was the King of Northwest who commanded thousands of troops.

But the look that Ye Feng gave him just now was not the look a shadow guard should have.

Those eyes contained too many emotions: disgust, hatred, and warnings, none of which should come from a shadow guard.

Interesting, really interesting.

Lu Ziyan narrowed his eyes and met Ye Feng's gaze. He sneered and said slowly in a voice that only he and Ye Feng could hear:

"Guard Night, does Her Highness know about your dirty thoughts?"

Hearing this, Ye Feng's arm, which was restraining him, suddenly froze. In an instant, his expression became extremely ugly.

Lu Ziyan raised his eyebrows, knowing that he was right. But before he could feel proud, a strong murderous aura spread. Then, he felt a sharp pain in his grabbed arm. Lu Ziyan was about to struggle, but found that he couldn't move at all.

"you......"

As soon as Lu Ziyan opened his mouth, he saw Ye Feng's hand suddenly loosen. After just two breaths, he felt the energy in two important acupoints on his body stagnate.

Lu Ziyan, who was raised as a medicine man since childhood, immediately realized that his acupoints had been sealed by Ye Feng.

Still a mute point!

Now Lu Ziyan, who couldn't move or speak, was really angry. He stared at Ye Feng with a look as sharp as a knife.

"You want to kill me?"

"I won't kill you."

Ye Feng understood the message in Lu Ziyan's eyes, and very rarely pulled the corner of his mouth, revealing an extremely cold smile.

"As long as Master Lu doesn't talk nonsense, respects himself, and doesn't harass Your Highness, then naturally there will be no worries about his life."

"You are only trying to hide your true intentions! Your thoughts are so vicious and dirty. If His Highness knew, he would never tolerate you."

Lu Ziyan stared at Ye Feng, then turned to look at Ji Zhen who was standing under the porridge shed, and tried to move his hands and feet to get to her. However, his legs suddenly went weak, and he fell down uncontrollably.

He looked at Ye Feng in horror, unable to believe that this man who was the most taciturn and least likely to make mistakes around Ji Zhen would actually attack him.

Ye Feng just looked at Lu Ziyan's fallen figure and said slowly with an expressionless face:

"You were born in the Northern Di, and you are the husband of the princess of the Li family. How dare you, a creature that crawled out of a snake's nest, covet Your Highness? If Your Highness knew about your secret thoughts, it would be a defilement to her ears. You are not even worthy of being chosen by her."

Ye Feng's words were like a long needle or a sharp sword that pierced Lu Ziyan's heart, shattering the confidence he had built up with great difficulty.

Yeah, so what if he is innocent?

During the years he was imprisoned in the East Palace, he lived in darkness. However, Li Yuanzhen used the pomp of twelve attendants and twelve guards to confirm his status as the "favored monarch".

His corruption started from within, and Ji Zhen was the light, the light that came down from heaven and redeemed him.

But light shines on everything and has mercy on all living things. It is a favor to warm him with a beam of light. How can he be worthy of holding it in his arms when he is so rotten?

Those who give up struggling will let themselves fall heavily onto the cold bluestone ground.

A mouthful of sweet and fishy liquid gushed out of his mouth, splashing onto the snow-white curtain, looking particularly shockingly red.