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

On the last day of Ji Zhen's birthday party, no one noticed that earth-shaking changes had taken place in the Prince's Mansion.

The banquet was still lively. Ji Zhen came back from recording his statement at Yin's office and even went to the banquet to toast. As they toasted each other, no one knew that an unprecedented storm would be set off inside and outside the palace of Nanyue.

Yu Bojun and Ji Zhen returned to the Prince's Mansion together. Ji Zhen felt sorry for him for working all day and night without rest, so she asked him to go to her Canglan Garden to catch up on some sleep. Yu Bojun did not refuse and went straight to rest in the guest room closest to Ji Zhen's room.

Ji Zhen took some time to visit Yun Zi. Ye Hui's medicine was very effective and successfully neutralized his poison, but he was still weak and in a coma. Zhao Youqing had been by his side the whole time. When he saw Ji Zhen coming, he quickly asked her about what happened in the dungeon.

"Don't worry."

Ji Zhen called the attendant to look after Yun Zi, and took Zhao Youqing's hand and went back to Tingyu Pavilion with him, and told him everything in a concise manner. Zhao Youqing was silent for a long time, and asked:

"Zhenzhen, His Highness Xianyao is secretly communicating with the State of Yan, why don't you doubt me?"

"Of course I doubt it. I even think it was you who did it."

Ji Zhen poured tea for the two of them and placed a cup in front of Zhao Youqing.

The sun's shadow slanted, and the afterglow of the setting sun poured through the lace paper windows of Tingyu Pavilion, shrouding Ji Zhen who was leaning against the window in a dark shadow.

Zhao Youqing stroked the rim of the cup with her slender fingers, her drooping eyelashes concealed all emotions, and she remained silent.

Ji Zhen drank the tea in the cup bit by bit and summoned the 707 system after a long absence.

"Is Zhao Youqing's favorability still 90%?"

"Yes, host."

Well, in that case, I will give you a perfect ending.

Ji Zhen put down the teacup, walked over to Zhao Youqing and sat down, looking at his drooping eyelashes, and said:

"Youqing, there's no need to be like this. It's not your fault that you want to go home."

Zhao Youqing's eyelashes trembled, and he looked up at Ji Zhen. From her faint smile, he sensed a hint of coldness, and his heart suddenly sank.

"Zhenzhen..." Zhao Youqing held Ji Zhen's hand, rubbed it lovingly, and said softly: "Come with me."

"No."

Ji Zhen decisively refused, but held Zhao Youqing's hand and said to him:

"Youqing, I promised you that I would send you back to Yan State. Of course, I will keep my word. But if one day, Nanyue and Yan State go to war again, what will you do?"

"There will be no more fighting." Zhao Youqing held Ji Zhen's hand tightly, as if he was holding a life-saving talisman.

Ji Zhen let him hold her without making any comment, and said with a half-smile:

"How can there be no more war? You are just a discarded pawn, thrown into Nanyue for so many years. How can you influence the situation in Yan State and decide not to fight? Unless..."

Ji Zhen paused, tilted his head to look at Zhao Youqing's increasingly pale face, restrained his smile, and said lightly:

"Unless someone can change your Great Yan's world. Unless the person who made the promise to me is the new emperor sitting on the dragon throne. You Qing, don't you think so?"

Zhao Youqing was shocked and all the color disappeared from his face.

When the last ray of light from the setting sun was extinguished in the shadow of the lake, the lights in the palace were turned on.

The candles that lit up one after another illuminated the silent room.

The wind was whistling outside the window, making it rattle.

Ji Zhen looked at Zhao Youqing's pale face, feeling a little reluctant. She patted his hand gently and sighed:

"You Qing, why don't you believe me? I said I would send you back to Yan State in two years, and I will definitely do it. Why are you so anxious and trying to get something from a tiger?"

"But I can't wait two years."

Zhao Youqing spoke with difficulty. He felt that every word he uttered was like a sharp blade, and every word he said was going to make his throat bleed. But he still stubbornly held Ji Zhen's hand tightly and revealed his secret word by word:

"My father is seriously ill, and my eldest brother colluded with corrupt officials to kill my second brother and seized power. People from all walks of life complained that he was unworthy of the position and was not worthy of being the crown prince. And now, besides him, I am the only prince who can inherit the throne. This is my last chance, Zhenzhen."

Zhao Youqing placed Ji Zhen's hand on his cheek, rubbed it gently, and said softly:

"My mother told me that my uncle's people have already assembled their troops in the altar city, and they will launch an attack as soon as I arrive. As long as I can reach the altar city, I will be free, Zhenzhen."

"So, you arranged for an assassin to kill Li Yuanying, who might hinder your departure. Then you colluded with Li Yuanzhen, hoping to use her to kill your eldest brother, adding another layer of insurance to your plan."

Ji Zhen's voice suddenly turned cold, and he abruptly pulled his hand out of Zhao Youqing's hand, looked at him coldly, and said:

Even though you knew that the Empress would never grant you marriage to me, you still asked me to marry you. You hoped that I would fight with the Empress for you and stir up a conflict between us so that she would not be able to use me when you were causing trouble."

"No! My feelings for you have never changed from the beginning to the end. Zhenzhen! I am sincere to you!"

Zhao Youqing stood up suddenly and wanted to grab Ji Zhen's hand, but in his haste, his long sleeves swept the teacup on the table. The teacup and the tea tray were swept to the ground and turned into pieces.

Ji Zhen looked coldly at the fragments on the ground, and suddenly laughed, but the smile was too cold, not a single bit of it reached his eyes.

"Sincerity? How much is sincerity worth in this world?"

"Zhen Zhen!"

When Zhao Youqing saw Ji Zhen like this, his heart felt like it was pulled out of boiling oil and thrown into an ice cellar. It was so painful and cold that he could hardly breathe.

He ignored the debris on the ground and was about to go forward to grab Ji Zhen's hand, but she stopped him in his tracks.

"Don't come over here. My medical officer is still in Yin's office. It's best if you don't get hurt now."

Ji Zhen turned around, with his back to Zhao Youqing, and sighed heavily:

"Youqing, I said I would send you back to Yan State, and I also promised to marry you. I always keep my word, but now I can't have both. I'll give you a chance and let you choose.

I ordered ten rolls of red silk from the rich silk shop in the West Market for our wedding. I also ordered a thousand-mile horse in the East Market, named Yueying, which can run day after day without getting tired.

This is the contract, you choose. If you go to get the red silk, we will get married soon. If you choose Yueying... "

Ji Zhen paused, and she tilted her head slightly, as if she wanted to look back at Zhao Youqing, but then she turned her head away and placed the two contracts on the table, and said word by word:

"If you choose Yueying, when the Yan Kingdom delegation leaves, it will be the day you return home."

After saying that, he pushed the door open and walked out, leaving only the cold wind that blew the candlelight and tore Zhao Youqing's shadow.

"Zhen Zhen!"

Zhao Youqing chased after him desperately, stepped on the broken pieces of the teacup and slipped to the ground.

The fragments pierced into his palms and soles, but none of them was as intense as the pain in his heart.

The two contracts that Ji Zhen had placed on the table were like two sharp blades, stabbing his heart again and again, causing it to bleed profusely.