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

Ji Zhen changed her clothes and left the quiet room, not taking Wen Daoxing's words seriously.

"Isn't this a matter of course? If I don't take care of my followers, who will?"

"Your Highness is kind."

Wen Daoxing bowed indifferently in front of Ji Zhen and spoke respectful words, but his face was expressionless, and he almost wrote the word "flattering" on his forehead.

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Wen." Ji Zhen grinned at him, with a fake smile.

After the doctor took Ji Zhen's pulse, he prescribed some cold-repelling medicine, and Wen Daoxing immediately asked someone to boil it. Ji Zhen watched the doctor leave in the rain, and shook her head in disapproval of Wen Daoxing:

"It's just a little rain. Is it necessary to exaggerate and trouble the doctor? I'm not old or eighty years old."

Wen Daoxing looked at Ji Zhen with even more disapproval, his dull features hanging a bit cold, and he said indifferently:

"Your Highness has been worried and hurt because of the two young masters. If I don't bring a doctor, Your Highness may not even drink a bowl of ginger soup. Your Highness' birthday is in two days. The banquet has been prepared. We will send out invitations after Your Highness has looked at the guest list. What if Your Highness falls ill at that time?

"Ah? I didn't say I wanted to have a birthday party!"

Ji Zhen suddenly felt overwhelmed. She became nervous when she heard the word "birthday"!

"Your Highness is very busy, so naturally he has no time to take care of these little things, but your Highness' birthday is the top priority of the palace. This year, even the Princess Royal has sent gifts to your Highness. No matter how busy your Highness is, the birthday banquet must be held."

Gan!

Ji Zhen's face fell. There is no good banquet. Ji Zhen was very opposed to her birthday banquet. But what Wen Daoxing said was not wrong. She, Ji Zhen, could be stubborn and not do what she didn't want to do, but the Prince of Qingyan couldn't.

This feeling of being unable to control oneself was really annoying! She felt so uncomfortable.

Ji Zhen walked out of the study in two or three steps, stood in the corridor, looked at the flowers and plants in the garden that were beaten to the ground by the storm, took a deep breath of the humid air, and felt relieved. Turning around, he glanced at Wen Daoxing who was following him silently, and asked resignedly:

"How are the preparations going?"

Wen Daoxing seemed to have expected that Ji Zhen would accept his arrangement. He took out the account book slowly, flipped through the pages, and said slowly:

"The banquet has already been prepared, and it will be prepared by the chef of Shiyanlou. He learned from the imperial chef in the palace, and his dishes are delicious and fragrant. He is especially good at cooking fish. The signature dish of the restaurant, the braised pork elbow, is well-known in the capital. I think Your Highness should know about it."

"Yeah." Ji Zhen didn't show much expression, and just continued to ask Wen Daoxing: "Have you decided on the menu?

"It's settled. Your Highness, please review it."

Wen Daoxing took out a booklet with rows of neatly written small characters.

Ji Zhen looked through the menu row by row and found that there was not a single smudge on the menu. She felt that Wen Daoxing's handwriting was more and more beautiful, and she couldn't help but relax her brows and exclaimed:

"Mr. Daoxing, your handwriting is so beautiful, I'm afraid you can become the top scholar, but you actually write a menu for me! It's really a waste of talent."

Wen Daoxing didn't even blink when he heard this. He was not moved at all. He just smiled faintly and said:

"What's the matter with being the top scholar? What's the matter with being the prime minister? Working hard for the people until death is nothing but a monument to praise you. For yourself, money will come naturally and you will be rich and noble. I am not as caring as you are about the people. I just want to fill my stomach and have no worries about food and clothing. I will be content."

Ji Zhen did not comment on Wen Daoxing's words. After all, she had returned to the capital and did not care about anything in this mansion. Wen Daoxing was in charge of everything and managed her Prince's Mansion in an orderly manner.

Even if he had never asked about the details, he could still handle all the affairs in the Prince's Mansion to her satisfaction. If she didn't have some real skills, she couldn't do this.

But since Wen Daoxing was so modest, she didn't need to force him to be sincere or praise him too much. After all, he was just a housekeeper who was impeccable to her. And to him, Ji Zhen believed that in his eyes, she was mostly a money bag.

"as long as you are happy."

Ji Zhen threw down these words and continued to look at the menu. She then realized that eight out of ten dishes prepared by Wen Daoxing were her favorites, and her eyes lit up and she said happily:

"So many dishes that I like? The chef at Shiyanlou is really good!"

Before he could finish his words, he heard Wen Daoxing beside him say:

"Your Highness, I drew up the menu."

"Mr. Daoxing is the best!" Ji Zhen readily changed his words.

Wen Daoxing raised his eyebrows and glanced at Ji Zhen, but did not expose her perfunctory attitude. As if by magic, he took out another notebook and handed it to Ji Zhen, saying:

"This is the entertainment prepared for Your Highness during the banquet. Please take a look."

Ji Zhen didn't expect there was such a thing. She took it and looked at it curiously, and found that it was written on it:

"A kitten pounces on a hydrangea, and ten people compete in sugar painting..."

"What...what is this?"

Ji Zhen looked at Wen Daoxing in shock, but he looked at her calmly and asked:

"Why, Your Highness doesn't like it?"

Ji Zhen blushed. How could she not like it? She loved watching kittens pounce on hydrangeas the most! And sugar painting! Just thinking about it, she could almost smell the caramel aroma.

However, such entertainment programs seemed a bit too childish for the birthday banquet of Prince Qingyan. Ji Zhen frowned, tapped the book lightly, and sighed:

"What's the point of me like this? How can we use these things to entertain guests at the Prince's Mansion? We have to..."

"Let the male favorite dance?" Wen Daoxing looked at Ji Zhen with burning eyes and suggested, "But, Your Highness, are you willing to do that?"

Dance?

Ji Zhen's eyes lit up. Why didn't she think of this? The news that the princess gave her twenty male favorites had probably spread all over the capital. Instead of hiding these twenty people in the courtyard, it would be better to put them in the sun. It would also be a good opportunity to test the reactions of Li Yuanying and Yan State.

The more Ji Zhen thought about it, the more reliable it seemed. He instructed Wen Daoxing:

"Sure, Yunzi is good at dancing. Go talk to Yunzi and ask him to teach them a few simple dances. Let them practice well. I will check them tomorrow night."

Wen Daoxing responded and tried to take back the book, but Ji Zhen held it in her hand. She said a little embarrassedly:

"Forget about the sugar painting and the kitten jumping on the hydrangea. Go to the Xiu Le Fang and find a few more dancers to liven up the atmosphere."

"Your Highness, don't you like it?" Wen Daoxing asked again.

"I like it, but this is too frivolous and not worthy of public display." Ji Zhen's face turned slightly red, but she admitted it openly.

Wen Daoxing looked at Ji Zhen's slightly red face and smiled. A little soft light shone in his eyes, bringing a touch of warmth to his cold and indifferent eyebrows.

"It's His Highness' birthday party, so naturally His Highness should be happy. Why should we care about others?"