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

"Nine years, Zhenzhen, haven't you ever thought about what the future will be like between you and me?"

Zhao Youqing's eyes softened, and the cold light that once shone through them turned into sparkling spring water, rippling in his eyes.

The bright moon in the sky is bright and gentle among the companion stars, and the night wind carries the unique fragrance of the young buds of the ecliptic tree, passing by my ears.

The temperature from Zhao Youqing's hand was transmitted to Ji Zhen, which made her feel a little hot. She even felt that she was sweating a little, and her mind was dull, and she didn't know how to answer Zhao Youqing's question.

But even at this moment, Ji Zhen still knew clearly that her future would not overlap with anyone here. Ji Zhen made a decision from the beginning that she could do whatever she wanted in this world, but she must never owe a debt of love. She could not repay that kind of thing.

But how should she say it?

However, Ji Zhen's silence did not seem to be unexpected to Zhao Youqing, and he smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly.

In fact, he knew it when he first met Ji Zhen when he was about eleven years old.

The noble lady who was raised in the general's mansion with a lot of gold and jade, looked at this poor hostage with eyes that showed not only undisguised admiration, but also a trace of worry. He was obviously two years older than her, but she had always protected him, creating a peaceful sky for him in this dirty capital.

How could such a person come from the Ji family of Nanyue?

The Ji family of Nanyue was clearly the executioner who trampled the Sixteen Prefectures of Yan State. It was the culprit who made him a hostage and sent him to the capital.

But the noble lady of the Ji family of Nanyue protected him in the capital, allowing him to live more like a human being than in the State of Yan.

Zhao Youqing once asked Ji Zhen: "Do you know who I am?"

What was Ji Zhen doing at that time?

Oh, and she’s fighting Lee Won-yeong over him because Lee Won-yeong called him a “wild dog”.

At that time, Ji Zhen was not as tall as Li Yuanying. He was beaten black and blue, but he still did not let her go. He knocked Li Yuanying to the ground and forced her to apologize to him.

Hearing his question, Ji Zhen kicked Li Yuanying away and replied seriously:

"Of course I know. Your father was defeated by my mother, so you came here. Why, do you hate me?"

Suddenly Ji Zhen tilted her head and glanced at him, with a hint of panic in her usually mischievous eyes. Zhao Youqing shook his head. How could he hate her? How could he vent his anger on a nine-year-old child for matters in the court?

After Ji Zhen confirmed his thoughts, he breathed a sigh of relief, sat down next to him, patted his shoulder and said:

"I tell you, this is called cause and effect. To put it in a positive way, if you hadn't come, we wouldn't have met and wouldn't have become friends. To put it in a negative way, you came and left your Yan Kingdom's palace, and saw what bad guys look like. When you go back, you will know how to deal with bad guys! You see, it's not wrong to go back and forth!"

"Do you think I can still go back to Yan State?" Zhao Youqing's eyelids twitched. It was the first time he heard someone say this to him.

"Why not?" Ji Zhen glanced at him with disdain, as if to say that he had never seen the world, and then pointed to the sky above their heads and gestured:

"The world is big, and you are only eleven years old. If you want, you will not be trapped in the same place forever. After all, you are the prince of Yan State, and Yan State is your home. You just need to be prepared, and when the time is right, you will strike."

When Ji Zhen said these words, a strange light flashed in her eyes, as if she was carrying her to the starry sky that she was about to step on.

Zhao Youqing couldn't help but think that maybe it was at that time that the nine-year-old girl gave him something called a dream. It was also at that time that he knew what it felt like to be moved.

But she didn't know, or maybe she didn't want to know.

Ji Zhen was always surrounded by a group of people, men and women. From the nobility to street beggars. She never cared who they were. As long as she liked them, she would keep them by her side and call them "little brothers".

Her younger brothers surrounded her like stars surrounding the moon, eager for her attention. And she never hesitated to take care of them, saying that they were all her younger brothers. As the eldest, she had a responsibility to them.

But Zhao Youqing is different. He doesn't want her responsibility. He wants her preference, her indulgence, and her special treatment.

He wanted her to know that he was different.

But Ji Zhen just smiled. She was like a ripple in his heart. She was clearly there, but when he wanted to touch her, she spread out layer by layer, as if she was teasing him, and as if she was moving away.

He could not help but get angry, tired of her smile, so he hid his true feelings, wanting to make her suffer a little. But he did not expect that after three years of separation, he would be the one who suffered.

"Zhenzhen, take me away. Don't leave me alone in the capital anymore."

Zhao Youqing whispered softly and placed a kiss on the palm of Ji Zhen's hand.

Ji Zhen felt as if her palm was burned. She jumped up suddenly and tried to pull her hand back, but Zhao Youqing pulled her hard and she lost her balance and fell into his arms.

The scent of ebony agarwood lingered at Ji Zhen's nose, making her dazed for a moment.

When did he start using this kind of incense? In Ji Zhen's memory, Zhao Youqing never used incense. He lived in seclusion all year round, loved reading and painting, and there was only a faint scent of ink and the sun on his body.

She leaned against his broad chest, turned her head away, and whispered:

"When did you start using incense?"

"Incense?"

Zhao Youqing was slightly startled, picked up Ji Zhen and let her sit on his lap. Ji Zhen struggled for a while, but couldn't get free. She looked up in surprise and looked into Zhao Youqing's eyes.

This guy, when did he become so strong?

But Zhao Youqing held her waist with one hand, holding her tightly in his arms, and with the other hand he opened her clothes, took out a string of ebony and agarwood beads from his neck, and placed them in Ji Zhen's hand.

"You mean this?"

The rosary of one hundred and eight beads of different sizes, which were not so round and not so finely polished, were folded in the palm of the hand. The rich scent of ebony and agarwood enveloped the two of them, which was particularly refreshing.

Ji Zhen raised her eyebrows. She had not expected this. She had made it herself in the Northwest. It had taken her several months to complete. She had sent it all the way from the Northwest to Beijing as a gift for him when he came of age.

She got that piece of ebony by accident. Everyone said that such a precious thing should be presented to the empress to show her loyalty.

But when she took it in her hand, the first person she thought of was Zhao Youqing.

She didn't care about the empress, the sincere heart, or the rainbow fart. She just felt that such a thing was the most appropriate gift for Zhao Youqing's coming of age.

But she didn't know how to make rosary beads, and it was very difficult to make. Because it didn't look very good, she didn't expect him to wear it. Unexpectedly, he actually wore it close to his body like this.

Ji Zhen blushed deeply. She put the rosary back into Zhao Youqing's hand with some embarrassment, but he grabbed her wrist and pressed it tightly against his chest. Zhao Youqing lowered his head and whispered in her ear:

"Zhenzhen, you gave me books before, and they filled my study, and I smelled like ink. Now that you gave me ebony beads, I won't wear any other ornaments. I just keep this scent, as if you were by my side. I miss you every day, even when we were separated by a wall. I miss you even more after you left Beijing. But you don't think of me at all, and I can only miss you when I see your things. Zhenzhen, you are so mean to me."

Ji Zhen felt like her face was burning. She was shocked that Zhao Youqing was so bold at this moment. How could he say something that even she would blush when she heard it?

"Youqing, what are you talking about..."

Ji Zhen turned her eyes away, unable to look directly into Zhao Youqing's clear eyes, but he pinched her chin and forced her to look at him.

"I'm speaking from my heart. I've wanted to say these words for a long time, but I was afraid you wouldn't like to hear them. But if I don't say them now, I'm afraid I'll just keep it to myself and be sent to Princess Xian Yao's mansion by you."

"How is that possible? I will never let her touch a hair on your head!" Ji Zhen clenched her fists.

"Then you agree to marry me?" Zhao Youqing raised his eyebrows.

"Of course! Even if I don't want to be this crappy prince, I will still keep you safe." Ji Zhen was angry.

"It's a deal." Zhao Youqing slowly put the ebony rosary back on, placed it neatly under his inner garment, and wore it close to his body.

Uh...eh?

Ji Zhen's eyes suddenly widened, and her brain went into a state of panic. Did she just say something outrageous?