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

In the silence of the room, the door was knocked three times gently, and Ye Feng's respectful voice came:

"Your Highness, dinner is ready. Can we serve it now?"

Ji Zhen glanced at Zhao Youqing's slightly pale face and asked:

"Can you eat now?"

Zhao Youqing did not move, but said:

"It's getting late. I shouldn't bother Your Highness. I'll go back now."

Ji Zhen was amused when he heard this and shook his head:

"I saw it clearly from the Tingyu Pavilion just now. There was not even a light on in the small kitchen of your guest house. Are you going to go back and starve?"

Zhao Youqing finally reacted after hearing what Ji Zhen said. He looked up at Ji Zhen with a hint of surprise, frowned slightly, and murmured:

"Chaoge he..."

"Chaoge is a smart guy, but it's still unclear whether he can cook. I don't know what you sent him to do, and I'm not interested in knowing. Anyway, he's not going to Tianshilou to buy you dinner. The world is big and the hungry are the biggest. If you don't want to eat, just watch me eat."

After saying that, he took Zhao Youqing's hand in his own, took it to the outside, and responded to Ye Feng:

"pass."

Four waiters held food boxes and brought out the dishes that Ji Zhen had ordered one by one and placed them on the eight-immortal table in the outer room.

Salty and crispy pork steak, steamed fish with eight delicacies, pork elbow with soy sauce, plus three kinds of fresh vegetables, two plates of frozen crispy flower cakes, and two servings of cheese cherries.

Six dishes and four snacks were neatly placed on the eight-immortal table, which stunned Ji Zhen.

She widened her eyes, turned her head and looked at Ye Feng who was standing silently behind her, staring at the servants serving the dishes, and said in astonishment:

"Ye Feng, I asked you to make something delicious. You wouldn't put a knife on our cook's neck and ask him to cook it, would you? It's only been a short time, and you can even make frozen crispy flower cakes?"

Ye Feng was rarely amused by Ji Zhen's strange appearance. He just laughed twice and found Zhao Youqing's eyes sweeping over him. He couldn't help but frown and stop laughing. He bowed respectfully and said:

"Your Highness, you are joking. I would never do such a thing. It's just that Chongguang heard that Your Highness was in the mood to order food today, so he wanted to show off his skills."

"Tsk, you make it sound like I usually affect his performance." Ji Zhen smiled disapprovingly.

"Your Highness is too busy on weekdays, so he always says whatever he wants to eat when asked, except for the sweet apricot wine. Chongguang is really not very good at it."

Ye Feng took a small white porcelain wine pot from the servant, took the wine cup, and poured a glass for Ji Zhen.

As soon as the wine entered the cup, the sweet and sour aroma spread out. Ji Zhen took a deep sniff, and his previous depressed mood was swept away.

Ji Zhen enjoyed the meal very much, and became more friendly to Zhao Youqing. After the meal, she took him for a walk to Tingyu Pavilion. They sat opposite each other and watched the evening scene in Beijing. Ji Zhen took the lead in bringing up the annoying marriage again.

"Youqing, tell me honestly, did His Majesty summon you for your marriage?"

Zhao Youqing sighed imperceptibly and nodded:

"Her Majesty knew about your dispute with His Highness Xian Yao at the Spring Banquet. She suspected that you and His Highness Xian Yao were..."

Halfway through his words, Zhao Youqing looked up at Ji Zhen, as if he wanted to see something in her eyes. But in Ji Zhen's eyes, there was nothing else except the four words "I'm all ears". Zhao Youqing's eyes darkened, and he turned his head and whispered:

"Your Majesty thought that you and His Highness Xian Yao were arguing over me."

"Didn't you explain?" Ji Zhen frowned. As expected, the empress's target was Li Yuanying. She probably wanted Li Yuanying to marry Zhao Youqing.

"Of course I explained it, but His Majesty had no interest in what I said. He just asked me to sit behind the screen until you came."

Zhao Youqing had an indifferent expression and spoke in a soft, even somewhat indifferent voice, as if he was talking about someone else's business.

Ji Zhenteng stood up from the stone pier in a flash, his heart pounding.

Sure enough, she felt at that time that there seemed to be someone behind the golden screen in the study.

Ji Zhen's face was not looking very good. She walked back and forth in the Tingyu Pavilion, her mind racing. She thought about Zhao Youqing, and then pondered the empress.

The arrangements for Zhao Youqing could be carried out in private. Why did the empress tell Zhao Youqing about her arrangements in front of Ji Zhen?

This was a warning, but who was she warning? What was she warning?

If they target her, she will only have the military power of the northwest.

The Dingyuan Army suffered heavy losses in the war, and three years of recuperation was just a way to prolong their lives. Ji Zhen even thought that if the empress detained her in the capital for military power, she would be fine. But what did all this have to do with Zhao Youqing?

Ji Zhen looked at Zhao Youqing and found that Zhao Youqing was also looking at her, so she asked directly:

"You Qing, do you know why His Majesty treats you like this?"

"His Highness Xian Yao wants me." This time, Zhao Youqing did not avoid his sight.

He said this lightly, his eyes fixed on Ji Zhen. She widened her eyes without surprise, and even blushed when she saw him blink.

"Is... is that the kind of 'want' I'm thinking of?"

Ji Zhen had a hard time saying this, but she had to ask. Why did she always feel like she was thinking about this matter a little wrongly?

"Her Highness Xian Yao wants me to be her lover and servant. I want me to enjoy the pleasure of love and the joy of family. I'm making it very clear. Do you understand?"

Zhao Youqing's expression remained unchanged, but there was a cold light in his eyes, which made Ji Zhen's heart feel like it was stabbed by something and she felt a dull pain. She reached out her hand and covered his mouth.

"Stop talking." Ji Zhen's face almost turned red, and she gritted her teeth and said, "You are her guest, how could she have such dirty thoughts about you."

"Why not? Do you think I am unworthy of the Third Princess of Nanyue because I have no moral integrity or appearance?"

Zhao Youqing gently held Ji Zhen's hand, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb, looking at her with a half-smile. Ji Zhen didn't like his look, so she pulled her hand back, sat back on the stone pier angrily, took a sip of tea, and said angrily:

"What are you saying again? You know exactly what kind of person you are in my heart."

"I once thought I knew, but now, I really don't know." Zhao Youqing muttered to himself, looking at his empty hands.

“You are a man of great talent!”

Ji Zhen naturally heard Zhao Youqing's mumbling. She slapped the stone table in anger and said to him seriously:

"Didn't I tell you? You are very beautiful, but you shouldn't be locked up in the backyard of the palace because of your beauty. You should stand in the court and do what you want to do, whether it is in Nanyue or your Dayan."

Zhao Youqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was a little stunned. He moved his mouth and was about to say something, but he saw Ji Zhen suddenly seemed to think of something, her face turned even redder, and she turned her eyes away and muttered:

"So even though I hate Li Yuanying, I'm still happy that you're her guest. When she treated you like that at the Spring Banquet, I thought she was just acting like that again, just trying to suppress me. Or maybe she was teaming up with His Majesty to take away my military power. Who would have thought that she would have such dirty thoughts about you?"

At this point, Ji Zhen suddenly thought of the Spring Banquet, when Li Yuanying forced Zhao Youqing to take Wu Shi San. She immediately became angry again, clenched her fists, and gritted her teeth and said:

"I was mistaken! What a jerk! I will beat her up again sooner or later!"

The more Ji Zhen thought about it, the angrier she became. She was about to smash her fist against the stone table, but Zhao Youqing grabbed her fist and gently stroked her red palm. He sighed helplessly:

"I have indeed strayed from the right path, and strayed quite far."