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

"Minister Wang, Mr. Liu."

Ji Zhen took the wine that Yunzi brought to him and leaned slightly towards the two of them in return.

Liu Ling, a deputy minister of the Ministry of War, was terrified when she saw that Ji Zhen, who even Princess Xianyao had to give her some respect, actually bowed to a mere deputy minister like her. She raised the wine glass in her hand and flattered him loudly:

"The four beauties of the capital are nothing to mention. With your celestial appearance and your amazing military achievements, it is only a matter of time before all the beauties in the world fall in love with you. I'll drink a toast here to congratulate you."

After saying that, he was the first to drink up the wine in the glass, laughing and looking at Ji Zhen eagerly.

However, Liu Ling, who was used to flattering others, did not expect that Ji Zhen hated others discussing men in front of her because of Li Yuanying. What's more, they mentioned Zhao Youqing among the men, which made Ji Zhen even more annoyed.

So Liu Ling's flattery was a slap on the horse's leg.

Ji Zhen stood there motionless, holding a wine glass. He glanced at Liu Ling and snorted coldly:

"All under heaven belongs to the king, and all the people are his subjects. The beauties in the world naturally belong to your majesty. I am stationed in the northwest, and my life is on the edge of a knife. I just want to seek peace and prosperity for my great Zhou. How dare you talk about my merits and make random wishes? Mr. Liu's words make me panic."

Ji Zhen's words were very effective, and she threw back the hat that was almost put on her head - "conceited and arrogant, absurd in words and deeds" - to Liu Ling. She was sweating profusely, and her trembling knees softened. She was about to kneel down and confess her crime to Ji Zhen, but was stopped by Wang Yan, the assistant minister of the Ministry of War beside her.

Wang Yan's face looked a little ugly at this time, but she pulled Liu Ling hard, forced a smile, and said to Ji Zhen:

"His Highness Qingyan is both loyal and filial. Everyone in the court knows him. Even His Highness Xian Yao often says that His Highness Qingyan is a role model for the court and a role model for our generation."

When Ji Zhen heard that Wang Yan had even moved Li Yuanying out to avoid trouble, she immediately lost interest in talking to her.

Just when he was thinking about sending the two away, he heard a thump next to him. He looked down and saw that Zhao Youqing had fallen asleep leaning against the small table and hit his head on the table.

When Wang Yan saw Zhao Youqing's appearance, her eyes lit up and she immediately instructed the palace servants behind her:

"Come here, our guest is drunk, why don't you help him to Yeyu Pavilion to rest?"

"Do not bother."

Before Wang Yan finished her words, Ji Zhen raised his hand and drank the wine in the glass. He pulled Zhao Youqing, who was lying on the table, and pushed him to his attendant Ye Feng, asking him to help him up. Then he said to Wang Yan:

"Don't bother His Highness Xian Yao. I will send him back."

After saying this, he waved his sleeves and led his people away.

Wang Yan, who failed to keep the person, glanced at Li Yuanying with trembling eyelids, but was glared back by Li Yuanying. She was so scared that sweat broke out all over her back.

Ji Zhen's Prince's Mansion was expanded from the General's Mansion and is still next to Zhao Youqing's mansion.

She sent Zhao Youqing back as if she knew the place well, but she didn't expect that after three years of separation, the mansion of this guest official was even more deserted than when she left Beijing three years ago.

There was only an old servant and two young waiters serving inside and outside, which made Ji Zhen frown.

She stared at the three people who were in a hurry, and didn't even help Zhao Youqing wash up, but just helped him into the bedroom. He fell on the bed with a thud. Even when she pulled a quilt to cover him, he was shaking like a leaf blown by the autumn wind.

"Why are you so afraid of him?" Ji Zhen finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked the little servant who was shaking like a leaf.

The waiter glanced at Ji Zhen, blushed and shook his head:

"I'm not afraid of you, sir. It's just that you don't like people to get close to you, especially when you're drunk..."

ha?

Ji Zhen tilted her head and looked at Zhao Youqing lying on the bed in confusion. Are they talking about the same person? Zhao Youqing, that guy, obviously likes to lose his temper and hug people randomly when he gets drunk!

It would have been fine if he hadn't looked at it, but when Ji Zhen looked at him like this, Zhao Youqing couldn't stand it.

Since none of the three servants dared to approach him, he was now lying on the bed in that weird position, with a corner of the quilt resting on his legs, which made Ji Zhen's obsessive-compulsive disorder almost break out.

"Ye Feng, come in!" Ji Zhen shouted towards the door.

"Yes, Your Highness." Ye Feng responded and appeared beside Ji Zhen.

Ji Zhen walked back and forth in front of Zhao Youqing's bed in annoyance, his eyes repeatedly wandering around the three servants who were better than nothing. Finally, he gritted his teeth, pointed at Zhao Youqing on the bed and said to Ye Feng:

"Carry him back to the palace, clean him up and send him to Tingyuxuan. Pick two reliable people to serve him."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Ye Feng was quite muscular, taller than Zhao Youqing. He threw Zhao Youqing on his shoulders like a sack, and was about to leave when Ji Zhen stopped him and whispered in his ear:

"Don't go through the front door, climb over the wall."

"Yes."

Ye Feng never said no to Ji Zhen. He carried Zhao Youqing on his back, turned around, and climbed over the wall in two or three steps back to the palace.

Ji Zhen walked out of the gate slowly, gathered his sleeves, looked at the moon in the sky, and sighed deeply.

Things are different now. He is a guest official in Princess Xian Yao's mansion, and she is the Prince of Qingyan, so they have to be cautious.

When Ji Zhen finished her work and returned to her room, it was already past midnight. The moon was bright in the sky, and the moonlight shone through the window sills, casting tiny lights on the layers of bed curtains.

Ji Zhen lay exhausted on the bed, and began to miss the beauty salon masseur in another world. After sitting on the low mat all night, her waist was sore, she drank a little too much, and her head was aching. If only the masseur who used to give her acupuncture massage could come over and give her a massage.

Ji Zhen was thinking vaguely and felt a little sleepy. In a half-awake state, she felt that there was a pair of hands massaging her.

Those hands were very slender, with warm palms. They applied just the right amount of force to the sore and tired parts of her body, making her hum with comfort.

"Your Highness, are you feeling comfortable?"

It seemed like someone was laughing in her ear, but the hand stopped. Ji Zhen moved her fingers in dissatisfaction and muttered:

"It feels good, don't stop, push harder."

However, the hands did not move again. Then, a sharp and familiar sound of a cold blade being unsheathed, which she had heard countless times on the battlefields in the northwest, made Ji Zhen sober up in an instant.

She woke up almost immediately, turned over quickly, got out of bed, and tried to get her sword hanging on the wall, but found nothing.

Ji Zhen looked up in astonishment, and then she realized that her sword was being held by Zhao Youqing who had come in at some point. The scabbard was thrown on the ground, and the tip of the sharp sword, as thin as a cicada's wing, was against Yunzi's throat as he knelt on her bed.

Huh? What's going on? Ji Zhen was stunned!