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

"What? Say it again!"

Ji Zhen couldn't believe what she heard!

Zhao Youqing?

Zhao Youqing!

How could his appearance of preferring to be hung on the wall rather than falling into the secular world, and his tolerance of allowing others to bully him without fighting back, be related to the dark market?

Ji Zhen doesn't believe it!

Ji Zhen's shocked expression seemed to be within Wen Daoxing's expectations. He slowly stood up, walked to the door, and gestured to Ji Zhen:

"The banquet in the mansion has not yet ended, and all the guests have gone to bed. The guest official is in Tingyu Pavilion. If Your Highness does not believe it, you can go and ask in person."

"Go and go!"

Ji Zhen lifted her robe and left. When she reached the door, she looked back at the inner room worriedly. She was still worried about Yunzi, so she went to the inner room again.

In the inner room, Yunzi, who was tied up like a dumpling by Ji Zhen, was lying on the bed, panting softly. Ji Zhen walked up to him and found that he was sweating all over.

The whole person looked like he had been fished out of the water, with the strands of hair on his forehead sticking to his pale face, and his eyes seemed half-open, dim and lifeless.

"Yunzi."

Ji Zhen sat on the edge of the bed, took out a handkerchief, wiped the sweat off his face, and called him softly.

Yunzi was poisoned at this time, his body felt like it was burning, his mind was scattered, and he didn't know where he was. He felt like he was walking in purgatory, with blades everywhere on the ground, making him bleed with every step he took.

In the darkness, there was no flame or light. Although he was cold, he could smell a burning breath coming from somewhere, burning his mouth and nose, making his throat dry. Every breath he took seemed to be filled with burning sand.

"Yunzi."

It seemed like someone was calling his name, who was it?

Yunzi tried hard to figure out the direction, but couldn't find the direction, nor could he see the surroundings clearly.

"Yunzi!"

The voice sounded again, more anxious than before.

Who is it?

Yunzi struggled hard, but it was as if his hands and feet were tied and he couldn't move, which made him annoyed.

He wanted to see who was calling him and where he was. Let him go!

"Mr. Daoxing! Quickly hold him down. Why is he struggling so hard all of a sudden?"

The bed in the inner room was a mess.

Ji Zhen knelt on the bed, tightly holding Yunzi, who suddenly began to struggle for some reason. In order to control him, she used up 30% of her internal strength. After pressing him down like an iron hoop, Yunzi's already pale face became even uglier.

Ji Zhen hurriedly let go, but Yunzi took advantage of the situation to free his arms from the quilt, and danced wildly, knocking all the pillows and quilts on the bed to the ground.

"Mr. Daoxing, hurry up! It's okay if you use a little force to hold him down."

Ji Zhen became more and more anxious as he watched Yunzi struggling unconsciously, but he was also afraid that his internal energy would hurt Yunzi, so he quickly asked Wen Daoxing for help.

It was during this time of war and chaos when the servants finally arrived with some calming soup.

"Ten bowls become one bowl?" Ji Zhen asked while looking at the black soup.

"Yes, Your Highness," the attendant replied with his head bowed.

"Okay, reward!"

Ji Zhen took the medicine bowl from the attendant and said to Wen Daoxing:

"Mr. Daoxing, hold him down and I'll pour the wine into him."

Wen Daoxing did not move. He glanced at the dark tranquilizing soup in Ji Zhen's hand, but he actually disagreed.

He had seen the recipe for the tranquilizing soup that Ji Zhen took daily. One bowl was not a big deal, but ten bowls...even if it was used on Yunzi, it didn't seem appropriate.

Wen Daoxing frowned, glanced at Ji Zhen, and finally asked:

"Your Highness, what if Master Yun doesn't wake up after drinking ten bowls of tranquilizing soup?"

"Impossible. He will definitely wake up in twenty hours at most." Ji Zhen said confidently while blowing the medicine to cool it down.

She raised her eyes and glanced at Wen Daoxing's solemn expression. She knew that he didn't believe her, but she did have a say in this matter.

"Your Highness..."

Wen Daoxing wanted to say something else, but Ji Zhen interrupted him with a wave of his hand:

"Don't worry too much. I've used this method in the northwest."

Wen Daoxing was shocked, his brows furrowed, and he stared at Ji Zhen:

"Have you used it?"

Wen Daoxing didn't dare to think about what kind of situation Ji Zhen had in the northwest that required her to drink 100,000 bowls of divine soup at once. But he heard Ji Zhen say indifferently:

"During a defensive battle, I was shot with an arrow. The arrowhead broke in my flesh and needed to be dug out. I didn't have any Ma Fei San and I was afraid of the pain, so I came up with this crooked trick. Unexpectedly, it actually worked. Even after digging out a piece of my flesh, I didn't wake up."

Ji Zhen seemed to remember something, and her hand that was stirring the medicine paused for a moment. Suddenly, she smiled to herself and continued:

"I thought I might not wake up, and even arranged my funeral. But I didn't expect that twenty hours later, I would be alive and kicking again."

After touching the warm medicine, Ji Zhen helped Yunzi up, tied his hands again, and asked Wen Daoxing to hold down his legs. He then fed Yunzi the calming soup little by little with a spoon.

"Although Yunzi is a man, he has a strong will to survive and a strong body, which is no worse than mine. So Mr. Daoxing, you don't have to worry. I can wake up, let alone Longzi."

Ji Zhen smiled at Wen Daoxing in a soothing way, but Wen Daoxing lowered his head. Ji Zhen rarely told him about the Northwest, but every little thing made his heart tremble, and he wished he could suffer for her.

"Your Highness, you are really..." It's heartbreaking. Wen Daoxing lowered his eyes and swallowed the words he hadn't said.

"Hmm?" Ji Zhen didn't hear clearly, her mind was all on Yunzi.

After feeding him a bowl of tranquilizer, Yunzi slowly calmed down.

Ji Zhen untied the ropes that bound him, laid him flat on the bed, and covered him with a blanket, but she was still worried. She said to Wen Daoxing:

"Mr. Daoxing, I want to go find Zhao Youqing. Can you look after him? I don't trust others."

"You're going to see the guest official alone?" Wen Daoxing frowned in disapproval.

"Don't worry. Even if Zhao Youqing is really involved with the dark market, it won't be a problem." Ji Zhen said to Wen Daoxing with certainty.

It was already late, and after Ji Zhen gave Wen Daoxing a few simple instructions, she went straight to Tingyu Pavilion. What she didn't expect was that it was already late at night, but the lights were still on in Tingyu Pavilion.

"Mr. Guest, are you still awake?" Ji Zhen stood in the shadow of the flowers at the door and asked the guard beside him.

"No. Since returning from the banquet, the guest official has stayed in the room and has not come out." The guard answered truthfully.

Not going out and not sleeping, did Zhao Youqing encounter something at the banquet?

At the banquet the next day, because Ji Zhen was worried about Yunzi's matter, she just showed up and left, and had no idea what happened at the banquet.

So Ji Zhen entered the courtyard and stood at the door of Zhao Youqing's bedroom, the only one with the light on, and said to the attendant guarding the door:

"Pass it on."

The servant entered the room upon receiving the order. Suddenly, a bustling noise was heard from inside, which came through the tightly closed door, causing Ji Zhen to frown.

It's just a message. What happened made the people inside so panicked?

Just as he was thinking, the servant opened the door from the inside. Zhao Youqing stood at the door and bowed respectfully, saying:

"Your Highness."

Ji Zhen frowned and said nothing, scanning him from head to toe with sharp eyes.

Why was this man still in his dormitory late at night, wearing the same clothes he wore at the banquet, neatly dressed and not a single hair out of place?

"Well, I have something to talk to you about."

Ji Zhen followed Zhao Youqing into the dormitory room, but when she raised her eyes, she froze in place as if struck by lightning.

Was she hallucinating? Who was she seeing? How could this person be here?