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

Oh oh oh!

In the delivery room, Ji Zhen's cries reached the rooftop, and the midwives finally felt relieved.

"Okay, okay, I finally cried out loud!"

The midwives quickly cleaned Ji Zhen, wrapped her in swaddling clothes, and brought her to the general, smiling and congratulating him:

"Look, General, this young lady is so beautiful and cries so loudly, she must be a talented general!"

"Congratulations, General, on the birth of your daughter!"

There were constant congratulations in the delivery room. The housekeeper called on the servants and set off firecrackers at the gate of the general's mansion, creating an extremely joyous atmosphere.

After all, in the Nanyue Kingdom where women were respected, although men could serve as officials and engage in business, there were more men than women, so newborn girls were particularly precious.

General Dingyuan had been guarding the border for many years and had been in the military for half his life. Even though he was extremely rich, he only had one daughter, Ji Zhen, and he gave all his love to her.

Ji Zhen was quite promising. With her own strength, she overpowered all the princesses and princes in the capital. Before she was ten years old, she dominated the capital and became a famous little tyrant in the capital.

From robbing the Ninth Prince's candied haws to fighting with street beggars, stealing chickens and dogs, and recruiting followers, he did not miss a thing.

Ji Zhen’s famous saying is: Now I am the protagonist, and compared to me, you are all younger brothers.

The younger brothers followed Ji Zhen and licked the candied haws. Although they didn't understand what the boss said, they felt that what the boss said was right and the candied haws were really delicious.

The result of always doing bad things was that she was punished to kneel in the ancestral hall on the day before her coming-of-age ceremony at the age of fifteen.

Ji Zhen had been kneeling in the ancestral hall for two hours. She could no longer kneel and sat on the ground. She was bored and took out the small handkerchief she carried with her to wipe her precious fingertips.

Suddenly, there was a thud outside the ancestral hall, as if something heavy had fallen to the ground, which frightened Ji Zhen so much that he immediately straightened his back, half-crouched on the ground, touched the ground with one hand, and the tip of the other hand showed a cold light, and shouted loudly:

"who?"

This ancestral hall was far from the general's mansion and had few servants. At night, the lights flickered and the shadows of ghosts were everywhere around the courtyard, which was quite scary.

However, after a series of rustling sounds, what appeared behind the small door was not the face of some evil spirit, but a young man of about sixteen or seventeen years old.

He was quite tall, with a complexion like jade, clear eyes, sword-like eyebrows, and very delicate facial features. The fall from the wall had left a stain on the corner of his brand new royal blue brocade robe, and his sleeves were also stained with dust. Although he looked disheveled, it could not hide his good looks with red lips and white teeth.

"It turned out to be Zhao Youqing. I thought there was a thief."

Ji Zhen heaved a sigh of relief after seeing who was coming. He put away the finger blade and sat back on the ground lazily.

Zhao Youqing pursed his lips, brushed off the dust on his body, and walked into the ancestral hall lightly. He sat down beside her, spread the hem of his clothes at Ji Zhen's feet, lowered his eyes and said:

"It's a cold spring night, sit here."

Ji Zhen looked at the small space he had provided, and sat down without being polite. She tilted her head and watched him take out two golden oranges from his arms like a magic trick, put one in her hand, and peeled the other silently. She couldn't help but ask:

"What are you doing? After you've punished me, you're climbing over the wall to show me your affection?"

Coincidentally, next to the General's Mansion was the imperially granted residence of the Old Duke's Mansion. Six years ago, the Old Duke committed a crime and his family was exiled, so the Emperor took back the residence. Less than half a year later, the residence was granted to Zhao Youqing, a hostage from the State of Yan who was only 11 years old.

A new member was added to the list of people who directly caused trouble for Ji Zhen.

However, this new member was tall, thin, pale, and very good-looking, with a sickly Pan An look, which made Ji Zhen unable to harm him. He simply showed kindness and regarded him as his younger brother, always taking care of him, a proton who was always looked down upon, and then he felt better.

But this little brother seemed a little ungrateful for her care and liked to tease her for no reason, like now.

Zhao Youqing glanced at her and corrected her:

"I didn't ask you to fight with the Third Princess."

Ji Zhen was unhappy when he said that. She threw the orange in her hand at him and said angrily:

"You are the prince of Yan State after all. She actually wanted to give you away in front of me. She doesn't treat you as a human being at all! If I don't beat her up, am I going to watch you being humiliated like this?"

"I am the fish and others are the butchers. As a hostage of Yan State, this is my situation in Nanyue State. How can I say it is humiliating?" Zhao Youqing's eyelashes trembled slightly and he laughed at himself.

"I don't allow you to say that!" Ji Zhen interrupted him immediately: "You are my protector, understand? Anyone who bullies me can only bully me, even if she is the third princess! If I don't beat her up, I will be unworthy of my good reputation as the little bully in Beijing!"

The girl, without any makeup, had bright eyes with the corners of her eyes raised. A cluster of small flames flickered in her eyes. She was as angry as a little animal with its fur exploded, and she was extremely delicate and naive.

Zhao Youqing felt soft in his heart. He put the peeled orange in his hand to Ji Zhen's mouth and watched her chew the orange like a princess, one slice at a time. He chuckled and shook his head, saying:

"You should change your temper a little. Otherwise, you will be punished with many beatings if you still behave like this when you receive your errands in front of the emperor after the ceremony tomorrow."

Ji Zhen snatched another orange slice from his hand, snorted with her nose pointed up to the sky, and said proudly:

"I don't want to serve in the imperial court. I want to go back to the northwest with my mother, lead troops to guard the border, and be my own general."

Zhao Youqing's eyes darkened when he heard this, and he stared into her eyes and murmured:

"The northwest is too far away. It's useless for me to find you even if I climb over the wall."

The girl looked at his lonely appearance, smiled, patted his shoulder, pointed at the moon outside the window, and gestured:

"My mother has a large horse farm in the northwest. I will pick out a good horse for you and send it to Beijing. If you miss me, your elder, you can come here on horseback."

"it is good."

However, nothing goes smoothly in the world.

At the end of the year, the enemy came to the pass and the general led his troops to fight, but was ambushed and died in Wanren Pass.

Ji Zhen was awarded the title and seal before the battle and asked for permission to fight again. After several bloody battles, the Dingyuan army lost nearly half of its troops, but they finally killed the enemy and repelled the bandits. When the enemy's head was sent to the capital, it brought Ji Zhen's request to guard the tomb for three years. The emperor was moved by his loyalty and filial piety, and he rewarded him greatly and promoted him to a higher position.

Three years later, Ji Zhen returned to the capital, already the powerful Prince of Qingyan.

The next time I saw Zhao Youqing was at the Spring Banquet hosted by the Third Princess.

He had gone from being a hostage of the State of Yan, who was looked down upon by others, to being a guest of honor of the Third Princess. He was dressed in a deep crimson robe and a golden crown. The wine in the glass cup was not as red as his lips.

The girl who was cornered by him had a cold light in her eyes, just like a handful of snow falling on the brightest branch in March. Extremely beautiful, and extremely cold.

"Zhenzhen, I haven't seen you for three years. Do you miss me?"