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

The two of them sat down at a table by the window on the second floor of Fuchun Tower. Ji Zhen's mood was no longer as cheerful as when she first came. She directly took out the album of pictures of young masters from noble families and threw it in front of Yu Bojun.

"You're on top." Ji Zhen said lazily.

Yu Bojun picked up the album and flipped through it casually. He saw a place where Ji Zhen had marked it with a bookmark. He turned it over and saw that it was indeed his portrait.

He spread the album on the table, leaned back in his chair, and asked lazily:

"Why? Although I am ugly, the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery is a noble family after all, and I, Young Marquis Yu, am also a descendant of a noble family after all. Can't I be on top?"

Ji Zhen had originally lessened her desire to tease Yu Bojun because of the Ninth Prince, but when she saw his self-righteous look, she began to get excited again.

She looked Yu Bojun up and down with a smile, threw him a coquettish look, and said mischievously:

"How can you be ugly? You are obviously fair-skinned, beautiful, gentle and charming. The painter has superb skills and has painted you alive."

"Humph."

Yu Bojun snorted coldly, and suddenly attacked, closing the album with a bang, lowering his eyes and glancing at Ji Zhen, and said coldly:

"I know that I am ugly and cannot compare to the good man in your house. Your Highness, please don't tease me like this."

Men in South Vietnam have always revered literature, and the narrow-waisted, weak, pale-faced scholar figure is particularly popular.

Therefore, the men of South Vietnam would rather not eat than starve themselves to be thin, and then wear a slightly loose long-sleeved robe to show their elegant and romantic style.

In order to get whiter, she would go out with an umbrella, apply facial mask at home, and even try to avoid the sun for fear of getting tanned.

But Yu Bojun was different, he was born strong and tall, and loved to wield spears and sticks. The loyal and brave marquis doted on him, and instead of stopping him from having such a hobby that was completely different from that of an ordinary man, he found a martial arts teacher to teach him.

His originally fair skin had turned into a shiny wheat color after so much training in winter and summer. His muscles were even more muscular and developed, and he looked like a small mountain, and he was no longer the weak and pale scholar.

He didn't think anything of it at first, but as he grew up, his second brother Yu Jingxi became more and more like a banished immortal. Whenever the two stood together, he was always the one who was despised, and his younger brother Yu Jingxi was always the one who was admired.

The words "ugly as a piece of cake" were used on him from the capital to the Northwest Army Camp. He was teased by people regardless of their appearance from time to time, which made him sad and cry. In the end, it was Ji Zhen who got angry and beat all the people who teased him with a military stick, patted his shoulder, and said to him:

"You call this ugly? How many men in the world would be so ashamed that they would cut their necks? With this physique and martial arts, you are a good material to follow me and make meritorious deeds! This is called destiny, don't you understand? It's destiny that you didn't get married young, and came to the northwest to meet me, and followed me to defeat the Northern Di and chop off their old turtles' heads to eat with wine!"

From that time on, Yu Bojun devoted all his passion to Ji Zhen. She was his sun, his light. He was willing to follow her and protect her until the last moment of his life.

But he didn't expect that his sun, since returning to the capital, had been led astray, and learned to carry men in the mansion, which made Yu Bojun very angry. He went out early in the morning and ran for half a day, and his mood was still gloomy, but he didn't expect that she would still use this to joke with him. Yu Bojun was so angry that his eyes turned red.

Ji Zhen was startled by Yu Bojun's bang. She didn't expect him to suddenly turn hostile. While she was still in a daze, she saw Yu Bojun's eyes turn red as if he was about to cry. She was so scared that she quickly gave up her joking thoughts, grabbed Yu Bojun's hand, and said to him with a solemn oath:

"Bojun! Listen to me, I definitely don't mean to tease you!"

Yu Bojun glanced at her with red eyes, and Ji Zhen changed her words after thinking it over:

"The artist painted you so white that I found it funny and wanted to make a joke... The painting is not as pretty as you in person!"

"Is she prettier than the man in your house?" Yu Bojun suddenly asked.

Ji Zhen was completely stunned. Where did the good man come from in her mansion? The Prince's Mansion in the capital was rebuilt from the General's Mansion. Her people and belongings were all stationed in the northwest. There were only a few servants in the Prince's Mansion in the capital. Where did the good man who was often arranged to warm the bed for the princesses and princes come from?

After thinking about it, Ji Zhen couldn't figure out who Yu Bojun was talking about, so he asked cautiously:

"Bojun, who are you talking about? Where is there a good man in my house? That one is so expensive. Why would I, your boss, spend money on such a thing?"

"Of course you are reluctant to spend money to buy it, but someone gave it to you at the Spring Banquet, and you accepted it. I think you must be very happy." Yu Bojun said.

......

For a moment, Ji Zhen thought: Maybe she is in conflict with this world, but then she thought it was wrong, she should be in conflict with Li Yuanying! After that guy forced a man on her, she never had a good experience!

Ji Zhen took a deep breath and said to Yu Bojun seriously:

"At the Spring Banquet, Li Yuanying did give me a man from Xiulefang. I had to accept him because I had no choice. But I didn't touch him. I was planning to send him out of the house after I was done with this. Maybe he would go back to his hometown or start a small business. I haven't even freed up my hands here, but you got the news first. I'm not comparing him to you. How can you two be compared?"

Yu Bojun stared at Ji Zhen with narrowed eyes, as if judging how much truth or falsehood her words were.

Ji Zhen was speechless when he looked at her. She reached out and poked his forehead, saying angrily:

"You are really incomprehensible. He is a poor man who has no choice. If he hadn't met me, he would have been tortured somewhere. How can you, a good little marquis, compete with him?"

Yu Bojun looked at Ji Zhen for a while, then believed her words. His mood gradually calmed down, but he still didn't let go. He sat up straight, raised his eyebrows at Ji Zhen and said:

"You were the first one to call me ugly."

Ji Zhen was speechless. He gritted his teeth, raised the teacup in his hand and said to Yu Bojun sincerely:

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, don't be angry. I came to you because I have something serious to discuss with you, so I'll use tea instead of wine to apologize to you, okay? When I'm done with this, I'll treat you to a visit to Zuixianlou until you get drunk!"

When Yu Bojun heard that Ji Zhen really had something to discuss with him, he picked up the teacup and half-closed his eyes. He gently touched her teacup, took a sip of tea, and asked:

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Ji Zhen drank the fragrant tea in one gulp, tapped on the album of young masters from aristocratic families, and said slowly:

"Your Majesty wants to arrange a marriage for me. The lady's choice is in this album."

Yu Bojun's pupils shrank suddenly. He stared at the bookmark in the album and suddenly felt his throat dry. He calmly picked up the teacup, took another sip, and asked:

"So, who are you going to choose?"