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

"The standard for completing the task: 100% favorability, Zhao Youqing, the hostage of Yan State, current favorability: 20%, the task is not completed." The system reminded mercilessly.

"Blah blah blah! You know so much! Turn off the phone!"

With a sudden wave of his hand, Ji Zhen drove all the sounds out of his brain, then he jumped up from his chair with all his strength.

Walking to the window, he pushed open the half-closed window. The sun was setting outside the study, and bits of light were scattered on Ji Zhen standing by the window, making her feel warm. But Ji Zhen felt that her mind had never been so clear.

She never thought that she, the Prince of Qingyan who chopped off people like cutting melons in the northwest, would be forced to flee around in the capital by one man after another.

Is this reasonable? It is absolutely unreasonable!

Whether out of pity or for the sake of the mission, she was too indulgent towards them.

Sure enough, men cannot be spoiled, rules must be set.

At this time, Ye Feng came over, stood under the window, bowed to her and said:

"Your Highness, the guest minister has woken up."

Ji Zhen nodded slightly and instructed him:

"Go tell the kitchen to have dinner in Tingyu Pavilion. Make some exquisite dim sum, as well as crispy pork chops, steamed fish, and braised pork elbows. If the sweet apricot wine I bought on the last day off is still there, bring it all over."

Ye Feng was slightly stunned for a moment, and said hesitantly:

"Your Highness, the guest minister is not feeling well. Eating so much meat and drinking alcohol is not good for his health, right?"

Ji Zhen climbed out of the window, pointed at herself and said with a smile:

"If he doesn't eat, I, your highness, will eat! I'm not sick, why do I have to eat vegetarian food with him? Go ahead, get yourself something delicious, you won't have to watch over me later."

After saying this, he waved his long sleeves and went to Tingyu Pavilion.

The Tingyu Pavilion where Zhao Youqing was housed was next to Ji Zhen's Canglan Garden. The courtyard was small, with a high platform. On the high platform was an octagonal bell-hanging Tingyu Pavilion, which could shelter from wind and rain while retaining the scenery. It was very cleverly built.

When the wind and rain were strong, Ji Zhen liked to sit inside, sipping tea and listening to the sound of the wind and rain. This was one of Ji Zhen's favorite courtyards. Since Zhao Youqing moved in, she herself had never been to the Listening to the Rain Pavilion.

So she paused, moved her body slightly, and after a few rises and falls, she stood in the Tingyu Pavilion.

As far as the eye can see, the entire palace is at your feet. You can even get a glimpse of the guest house next door.

Sure enough, apart from Ji Zhen’s Canglan Garden, Tingyu Pavilion can almost be regarded as the place with the best view in the entire Prince’s Mansion.

Ji Zhen stood in the evening breeze with his hands behind his back, watching the servants coming and going under the high platform, each carrying tea, medicine bowls, and a pile of toiletries to Zhao Youqing, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

The servants in her palace treated Zhao Youqing more positively than she did.

So she was in no hurry and slowly walked down from the platform. When she walked into Zhao Youqing's bedroom, he had just finished taking the medicine and had tidied himself up. He looked more energetic than when he saw her at noon.

Ji Zhen looked at the empty medicine bowl and said to the attendant serving Zhao Youqing:

"Well done, go claim your reward."

The servants' eyes lit up. They had not expected that Ji Zhen, who had always ignored them, would take the initiative to give them rewards. They thanked him for the reward and left happily.

Zhao Youqing looked at Ji Zhen coming, lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed to greet him. Ji Zhen did not stop him, he lifted his robe and sat on the chair, leaned back comfortably, took the tea brought by the waiter, and accepted his greeting without moving.

I saw him sitting down in the guest seat next to me and asked:

"Are you feeling better?"

"Thank you for your care, Your Highness. I'm much better now." Zhao Youqing leaned towards Ji Zhen and nodded, seeming even more noble than her.

Ji Zhen smiled, glanced at Zhao Youqing, and asked:

"You're so reserved, why, are you still angry?"

The servants brought tea to the two again. Ji Zhen signaled everyone to leave and closed the door. When they were the only two left in the room, Zhao Youqing's eyes finally fell on her face. He said lightly:

"Why should I be angry?"

The candlelight flickered, and the warm light shone on Ji Zhen's face, making her look a little shy. She smiled and looked at Zhao Youqing and said:

"Your marriage, aren't you going to marry me?"

Zhao Youqing obviously didn't expect Ji Zhen to bring up this matter again. At noon by the Yudai River, her refusal was very clear.

"I dare not. Your Highness is in a high position and I am overestimating myself and trying to marry someone above my station."

Zhao Youqing spoke calmly, his face indifferent, as if the person being rejected was not him. Ji Zhen saw the anger gathering again under his calm appearance.

"Tsk!" Ji Zhen sneered, "You, my friend, have really gotten worse in the past few years since I last saw you. Not only have you gotten worse in temper, but you've also learned to say one thing and mean another. Do you have to be like this in front of me?"

Zhao Youqing paused for a moment while holding the tea, but he didn't say anything. Ji Zhen leaned over and stared at him for a while, until the expression on his jade-like handsome face that said "don't approach me" finally showed a crack. She couldn't help but burst out laughing, grabbed his cheeks with both hands, pulled them apart, and scolded him with a smile:

"You are so bold, you dare to show me your displeasure! Have you forgotten who your boss is?"

The light in Zhao Youqing's eyes, which had just been bent, suddenly dimmed a little. He just put down the teacup in his hand to prevent it from being knocked over by Ji Zhen, and sat there motionless, letting her tease him.

However, Ji Zhen was just pinching. Seeing Zhao Youqing like this again, she became annoyed, so she let him go and said bluntly:

"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't hold back."

Zhao Youqing's long black eyelashes like crow feathers trembled, and she did not respond to Ji Zhen's words, so Ji Zhen continued:

"Youqing, we grew up together. I know you don't like me that much, but you still asked me to marry you. There must be a reason."

"How do you know I don't like you?" Zhao Youqing suddenly interrupted Ji Zhen and looked up at her.

"Do you like me?" Ji Zhen looked back without showing any weakness.

"I......"

Zhao Youqing was choked for a moment, and he looked deeply into Ji Zhen's eyes. They were so clear, so simple, without the slightest entanglement of emotions, and he couldn't say a word of the words that suddenly came to his throat. He could only swallow them down and bury them deep in his heart.

Zhao Youqing's hesitation again made Ji Zhen unable to sit still. She slammed the table with a bang, her brows furrowed, showing a bit of anger.

"Youqing, I won't force you. Originally, our marriage, whether you like me or not, is not something that can be decided casually. But now that you have brought it up, just say it straight, okay? You must tell me directly from now on!

Tell me, what can I do to help you? I won't stay in Beijing for long, so let me help you instead of trying to guess your mind, which I can't guess. "

"You can't guess, or you just don't want to guess?" Zhao Youqing turned his face away and lowered his eyes. His long black eyelashes concealed all his emotions.

It's not that I don't want to guess, Youqing, I just can't. I can't get too emotionally involved with you, otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave this world in the end.

Ji Zhen sighed deeply and leaned weakly on the chair, feeling more depressed than ever before.