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

Yu Bojun's nervousness was obvious, while Ji Zhen, who was sitting opposite him, had his own problems.

This time she came to see Yu Bojun, originally just wanting to make him laugh, but she didn't expect to meet the Ninth Prince, which reminded her of Zhao Youqing.

A bold and dangerous plan instantly formed in her mind.

Ji Zhen hooked her finger at Yu Bojun, asked him to come closer and whispered:

"What do you think about me asking His Majesty to marry the Ninth Prince?"

With a bang, the teacup in Yu Bojun's hand was placed heavily on the table, which scared Ji Zhen.

"What are you doing? Scaring me?"

"Are you sick?" Yu Bojun asked coldly.

"what?"

Ji Zhen was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect Yu Bojun to react like this. She got angry after hearing what Yu Bojun said. She slammed the table, leaned forward, and responded with a cold brow, almost wanting to pull Yu Bojun down.

"You are the one who is sick! I have my own strategy for asking to marry the Ninth Prince. How can you, a brat, talk to me, your boss?"

The distance between the two became very close, and Yu Bojun looked at Ji Zhen's eyebrows carefully.

There was anger in her eyes. After being questioned, her eyes widened at him. Her long eyelashes were like the fluttering wings of a butterfly, fluttering within a short distance, flying straight into his heart.

But he was not there in those eyes, so the flapping butterfly lost its direction and disappeared in the spring light, casting a shadow in his eyes.

Why don't you just look at him?

Clearly, he is right here, just a few feet away, as if in a book, right in front of me.

Is it true that there is only strategy in her mind?

"Oh, the plan is useless."

Yu Bojun took a deep breath, leaned back in his chair, pointed at the album of young masters from noble families, and said without even looking at Ji Zhen:

"An old cow chewing tender grass! The Ninth Prince has just turned sixteen, and you are already asking His Majesty to marry him. I think you are not asking for marriage, but for death."

When Ji Zhen saw him say that, he raised his eyebrows and sneered. His eyes rolled around, his anger dissipated. He hooked his finger at him again, leaned over, leaned close to his ear and smiled:

"You reckless man, do you know what a strategy is? Let me tell you, His Majesty is so anxious to grant me a marriage because he is afraid that I will become powerful in the northwest and wants my military power.

I took the initiative to ask for the Ninth Prince's hand in marriage, which was equivalent to committing myself to the royal family. Wouldn't that mean I had handed over the military power? Naturally, the Ninth Prince looked down on me and was unwilling to marry me.

His Majesty already dotes on him, and if he cries, makes a scene, or even hangs himself, he will definitely not get married. After all this time, the affairs in the capital have been settled, and I have already returned to the northwest. If His Majesty wants to grant a marriage again, she won't be able to find me! What do you think, is this a good plan?"

"What a bullshit! If His Majesty wants your military power, how can you leave if you don't hand it over?"

Yu Bojun retorted without any hesitation, glancing at her as if he was looking at a fool. He glanced at the album calmly, then said slowly:

"You are already eighteen years old. Since Her Majesty has granted you a marriage, why don't you just go along with her wishes and marry a royal husband in the capital? It won't be too late to return to the northwest after the wedding."

"Tsk, what do you know? I can't get married now."

Ji Zhen leaned back in her chair, feeling a little annoyed. In fact, she also felt that what Yu Bojun said made some sense. How could she leave without handing over the military power? But she still had five husbands to conquer, and she really couldn't marry that king's husband who she didn't know!

If she really wanted to marry him, even marrying Zhao Youqing as her husband would be better than marrying someone else! After all, he was still her target. After all, he also wanted her to marry him. Although she didn't know why yet, if she could help him, maybe he would be happy and his favorability would be maxed out, and her first mission would be accomplished!

Thinking of this, she asked Yu Bojun with some hesitation:

"How about you tell me to find a way to marry Zhao Youqing?"

"Ji Zhen!"

Yu Bojun's voice suddenly became louder, attracting the attention of the tea drinkers on the second floor.

"Why are you so loud?"

Ji Zhen glared at Yu Bojun fiercely, wishing she could cover his mouth.

Yu Bojun's face was not looking good at the moment. He was tall and strong, with a face as sharp as a knife and an axe. His frown made him look even more ferocious. The timid tea drinkers nearby were so scared that they ran downstairs trembling with fear. Among them was a thin and short man who looked back at Yu Bojun while running and cursed in a low voice:

"A man who looks like the Tower of Hades and scares people out there will never get married! It's bad luck!"

Unexpectedly, before he could finish cursing, he felt his knees go weak, his foot stepped on empty air, and he tumbled down the stairs.

Ji Zhen watched him roll away, then slowly withdrew her hand, took another peanut and threw it into her mouth, then smiled sweetly at Yu Bojun and said:

"Why are you calling me?"

Yu Bojun's anger was completely dissipated when Ji Zhen threw the peanuts in his hand.

He tilted his head to one side, looking at the people coming and going downstairs, and said sullenly:

"You don't have to hit him. He's right. I'm just dark and ugly. I can't compare to your Yunzi, who is gentle and charming, nor can I compare to Zhao Youqing, who is refined, elegant and romantic."

Ji Zhen looked at Yu Bojun in silence. She didn't expect him to be so hypocritical at this time. She couldn't help but throw the peanuts in her hand at him and scolded him with a smile:

"Are you crazy? I've told you so many times that you're not ugly at all! Don't you have a mirror in the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery Mansion? Do you look in the mirror? Do you know what you look like? So you say you're ugly? That person said you're jealous of you. Who says that a man must be frail and white like a paper lantern to be considered good?"

"Isn't Zhao Youqing as fair as jade and as graceful as a willow? Don't you want to marry him?" Yu Bojun interrupted Ji Zhen directly, looking at her straight, with one hand clenched tightly in his sleeve.

Ji Zhen was speechless after hearing what Yu Bojun said. This guy! He was not so pretentious before in the Northwest! Just this picture album and a marriage offer could provoke him so much?

Do all men care so much about their appearance?

Ji Zhen wanted to argue with Yu Bojun again, but when she saw Yu Bojun, who had never known what sorrow was, with his furrowed brows and the unresolved depression in his eyes, Ji Zhen softened her heart. She sighed heavily and whispered to Yu Bojun:

"I married Zhao Youqing for a reason. And it's very likely that this matter is related to Li Yuanying. Stop making trouble and let's hurry up, okay?"

When Yu Bojun heard that there was something else going on, and that Princess Xian Yao was involved, his brows furrowed even deeper. He stared at Ji Zhen closely, and said slowly with a gloomy face, "

"Ji Zhen, you really want to die. I'm a living person right in front of you, but you don't want to use me. Instead, you have to go and snatch me from Princess Xian Yao?"