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

There was no light in the room, only moonlight pouring in from the huge window frame, falling on Zhao Youqing's pale face, adding a hint of coldness for no reason.

"Yu Qing?"

Ji Zhen called his name softly, Zhao Youqing's hand paused slightly, his eyelashes trembled, and he turned his head to look into Ji Zhen's nervous eyes.

nervous?

"Who are you nervous about?" Zhao Youqing suddenly chuckled: "Is it me holding the sword? Or is it the person who is going to be hit by my sword?"

The killing intent filled the air instantly. The sound of the sharp weapon piercing the skin was only a moment, but it was slow and obvious to Ji Zhen's ears.

She didn't have time to think about it. A cold light flashed between her fingers. She exerted heavy force on the sword, pressing, turning and kicking.

With a clang, the long sword fell to the ground, and Zhao Youqing's hand holding the sword felt numb at the base of his palm, almost breaking. He looked at the cold light disappearing from Ji Zhen's hand in disbelief, it was the tip blade.

She actually used finger blades to deal with him?

He stared at the sword that fell to the ground, Qingshuang Yinbao, Wuluo Yuanxia.

That was the gift he brought from the State of Yan to her as a coming-of-age gift, brought to her across a distance of 126,000 miles.

Now being beaten to the dust, just for that man kneeling on the bed?

Zhao Youqing was suddenly filled with rage. He looked up abruptly and saw a cold pond.

Ji Zhen's cold eyes pinned him to the spot, unable to move. The fire in his heart was completely extinguished, leaving only one thought:

She was angry, mad at him.

At the other end of the sword, Yunzi fell to the bed, covering his throat, sobbing incessantly, blood dripping from between his fingers and falling on her goose yellow satin quilt, which was particularly eye-catching.

Ji Zhen withdrew his gaze and looked at Yunzi, and couldn't help but frowned.

She had clearly controlled the force and angle, so the sword could not possibly go any further. Why did he look like he was about to die?

Ji Zhen had absolute confidence in her own skills. She frowned and walked forward. The coldness in her eyes disappeared. She gently pulled Yunzi's hand away and checked his injury.

Sure enough, it was just a minor scratch. The stab by Zhao Youqing was not deep, but it was near the throat, and the blood flowed violently, which looked scary. As for Yunzi's inability to speak, it was probably because he was scared.

Poor him, a boy of sixteen or seventeen, who grew up in Xiulefang. No matter how sharp and scary the objects around him were, they were just embroidery needles and scissors, strings and silk threads. He had never been threatened with a sword at his throat like this.

The men here...are so fragile.

She didn't know why Yunzi appeared in her bed. Maybe he just saw that she was tired and wanted to relieve her fatigue. Or maybe he just wanted to fulfill his duty as a male concubine? But she didn't have time to arrange for him. What kind of male concubine was he? Why did he climb into her bed for no reason?

Damn it! She really shouldn't have brought this man back, damn Li Yuanying!

Ji Zhen sighed heavily, his heart and mind were in a mess.

She kindly took Zhao Youqing back home, originally just wanting to take care of him nearby, but she didn't expect him to go crazy in the middle of the night and hurt innocent people. Yunzi was so scared that he couldn't speak, what should she do in the future?

Ah!

Man! One or two are such trouble!

Ji Zhen's increasingly irritable heart calmed down a little when she saw Yun Zi's innocent and panicked face. She took out a clean handkerchief from the pillow and pressed it on his wound, patting the boy's shoulder and said softly:

"It's okay, it's just a superficial wound, don't be afraid. It won't affect your speech, your throat is fine. Don't believe me? Try speaking."

Ji Zhen's voice fell lightly on Yun Zi's heart, soothing his trembling. He swallowed his saliva, opened his mouth with great effort, and finally uttered two words:

"Your Highness."

"Well, I'm here."

Ji Zhen patted his head soothingly and called out the window:

"Yefeng, come in."

Ye Feng appeared next to Ji Zhen with a cold look on his face. She pushed Yun Zi to him and said:

"Send him back to his room and treat his injuries."

"Your Highness..."

Yunzi seemed to want to say something else, but was taken away unceremoniously by Ye Feng.

Ji Zhen rubbed her eyebrows. She knew Yunzi must be very frightened at this moment and wanted her to stay with her, but now she had more serious problems to solve.

Ji Zhen took a deep breath, glanced at Zhao Youqing who was standing by the wall with his head down, and then exhaled heavily.

This guy actually had murderous intentions just now. Did he really want to kill Yunzi in her bedroom?

"Youqing, are you crazy?"

Ji Zhen was silent for a while, unable to utter these words.

Zhao Youqing's eyelids moved when he heard this, but he became even more silent. He pressed his lips into a straight line and bit them tightly. His eyebrows were drooping, and his long eyelashes like crow feathers covered all the emotions in his eyes.

Silence slowly ferments in the quiet room.

In the silent struggle between the two, Ji Zhen was the first to be defeated.

She picked up the fallen sword and scabbard, took out a delicate handkerchief, wiped off the dust and blood on it, watched it shine again, put the sword back into the scabbard. She held it tightly in her palm and sighed:

"How can you let Qing Shuang bleed? Even I can't bear it."

Ji Zhen's sigh seemed to float from the horizon, and also seemed to ring right beside his ear, causing Zhao Youqing's heart to tremble violently, and then a trace of pain arose.

"You're reluctant? I thought you didn't want it."

Zhao Youqing's voice was unusually dull, making him lose his luster, like a dark corner, so dark that people didn't want to take a second look.

"Zhao Youqing!"

Ji Zhen narrowed her eyes as she stared at him, and her voice got louder. She pulled Zhao Youqing's sleeve, pulled him to the bedside, pointed at the bloodstains left by Yunzi on the goose yellow satin quilt, and said:

"I've chopped off so many heads in the northwest, but I never let Qingshuang unsheath it once. But you use it to kill Yunzi in the middle of the night? Yunzi..."

"He climbed into your bed!" Zhao Youqing interrupted Ji Zhen.

There was a turbulent wave in her clear and bright eyes, anger and restraint intertwined and suppressed. And more than that, there were emotions that Ji Zhen couldn't understand. The surging emotions that were about to burst out almost suffocated Ji Zhen. She felt a little fear for no reason, and her whole body shrank.

"you......"

Ji Zhen opened her mouth, but before she could utter a word, Zhao Youqing pushed her down onto the bed.

The corners of his eyes were red, and there was a fierce look in his sparkling eyes. He held her hand tightly, suppressing her with all his strength, as if to prevent her from struggling, or as if to prevent her from running away. The two were very close, and their breathing could be heard while they were entangled.

"You're mad at me. You don't want me, you want him. Isn't that right?"

Zhao Youqing's voice was very soft, but it was full of gnashing teeth. The two were too close, his lips were right next to her ear, and Ji Zhen felt for a moment that if her answer was not to his liking, he would probably bite her ear off.

But for this question, she didn't even need to think about it to give a positive answer.

"How is that possible? Why wouldn't I want you?"