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

These words startled Ji Zhen so much that she jumped three feet high, but Wen Daoxing pulled her hair and threw her into his arms.

"I'm going to die! My hair!" My worthless face!

Ji Zhen burst into tears in pain, and felt as if her scalp was about to be torn apart! She also felt that the thing called face no longer existed.

Forget it! I don't care about my hair anymore. I'll just use a thunder to make a crack in the ground and let her crawl into it!

Ji Zhen struggled to stand up, feeling dejected.

Who knew that the hair got caught on something and Ji Zhen couldn't pull it out. She was so angry that she grabbed her own hair and tried to use brute force.

"do not move."

Wen Daoxing helplessly pressed Ji Zhen into his arms and sighed:

"Your Highness, can you be quiet for even a moment? Your hair is tangled in my belt hook. If you keep pulling it, I won't care if you become bald."

"Untie it quickly!"

Ji Zhen was extremely embarrassed at this moment. She buried her face in Wen Daoxing's arms, which were so hot that they almost burned. But she heard Wen Daoxing speak slowly:

"Your Highness, I have something to say. Do you want to hear it?"

When Ji Zhen heard his tone, she knew he had no good words to say, and she said sullenly in his arms:

"Do not listen."

Wen Daoxing was slightly stunned, then shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"This concerns your highness's safety. You cannot act capriciously."

With his slender fingers, he untangled Ji Zhen's hair from her gilded belt hook. Wen Daoxing straightened Ji Zhen's hair and looked at her seriously.

"I know that His Highness likes the guest official. It's just a casual relationship, and a one-night stand. But his status is special. If he were to have a relationship with me, it would be very disadvantageous to His Highness. Your Highness's contraceptive soup is already warming on the stove. Would you like to drink it now?"

Wen Daoxing's voice was very gentle. In just a few words, he made everything seem so logical and reasonable. Ji Zhen's eyelids twitched. Her pretty face flushed red, and she stammered:

"I just stayed out for one night, how can you be so sure? I...I..."

Damn! I can’t say it!

Ji Zhen really overestimated her own face. She stood up suddenly, thinking for a while, and suddenly lowered her eyes to look at Wen Daoxing who was still sitting in front of her, frowned and asked:

"Mr. Daoxing, you are not spying on me, are you? How can you know everything?"

Seeing that Ji Zhen looked serious, Wen Daoxing stood up and bowed to her.

"I dare not. I have been your highness's housekeeper for several years, so I have some understanding of your highness's thoughts and whereabouts. Originally, I should not say these words, but your highness is really unrestrained. I am afraid of losing my job, so I risked my life to remind you. I hope your highness will forgive me."

Wen Daoxing stood as straight as a pine tree, his expression was calm and expressionless. When he lowered his eyes and answered, his voice was calm and sincere, but he emphasized the word "forgiveness" very much, which made Ji Zhen feel a little ashamed. He thought:

She was really worried! Throughout history, who would not bend over backwards for a few pieces of silver? Even her housekeeper Wen was worried that he would lose his job one day. It was really her fault!

As a prince, she was responsible for the livelihoods of more than ten people in the palace. On a larger scale, she was responsible for the honor and disgrace of hundreds of thousands of Dingyuan troops in the northwest and the safety of the people.

She, Ji Zhen, is insignificant, but the Prince of Qingyan really cannot be willful.

Ji Zhen sighed deeply, resigned herself to having Wen Daoxing bring her the contraceptive soup, and drank it in one gulp.

Looking at the black medicine residue at the bottom of the bowl, Ji Zhen's already depressed mood became even worse. She simply became a coward and slept soundly under the quilt.

I slept from the time the sky was just beginning to rise until the sun was setting.

Everyone in the Prince's Mansion knew that her Highness was in a bad mood and she even wanted to walk on tiptoe. It was not until Jingzhao Yin Lin Jiahuai sent someone to invite her to Yin's office that the people in the mansion felt relieved.

In the back hall of Yin's office, Ji Zhen and Lin Jiahuai sat opposite each other. On the low table between them were three piles of files.

The servant brought some tea, Ji Zhen took a sip, it turned out to be last year's Longjing tea.

"You are a third-rank official in the capital, and you invited me to drink stale tea. What kind of bitterness do you want to pour out?"

Ji Zhen put down the teacup and looked at Lin Jiahuai who was sitting upright, then leaned lazily back in the chair.

Lin Jiahuai pushed the file in front of the two of them towards Ji Zhen and said:

"Your Highness, please take a look at the case file first."

"I won't look at it." Ji Zhen refused without even touching the case file, saying, "I don't think the Jingzhao Yin case is appropriate. You can handle it according to the law. If that doesn't work, there are still the Ministry of Justice and the Dali Temple. It's not my turn as a county prince to comment on this case."

Lin Jiahuai glanced at Ji Zhen and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Ji Zhen stretched out her legs, leaned on the armrest of the soft chair, and began to eat the fruit on the tea tray. While eating, she said lightly:

"But I like to listen to gossip. Especially when I'm in a bad mood, don't you think so, Lord Lin?"

Lin Jiahuai understood immediately, and she asked the servants to bring two more plates of tea and fruit, and placed a pile of delicious food in front of Ji Zhen. She put away the files, held up the teacup and said to her:

"I recently read a book that said that a county magistrate was trying a case and the prisoner confessed quickly. But the person he confessed to was too powerful, and I'm afraid that a single move could affect the whole body, and then the foundation of the country would be shaken, which would be detrimental to the country. The county magistrate was in a dilemma, and I also felt that it was difficult to deal with this. I wonder if Your Highness has any good ideas?"

Ji Zhen spat out a fruit core, opened his eyelids lazily, and snorted:

"If the top beam is crooked, the bottom beam will be crooked. If there is a crooked pillar in a house, isn't it sooner or later that the house will collapse? Rather than waiting until the situation becomes irreversible, it is better to just tear it down and rebuild it."

"What? Tear it down and rebuild it?"

Lin Jiahuai's hands trembled, and she almost spilled the full cup of tea. She calmed herself down, sent all the servants away, and confirmed with Ji Zhen again:

"Your Highness, do you really think so?"

Ji Zhen stood up and washed his hands, glanced at the files on the case, and smiled coldly:

"In this world, some people think they can cover the sky with one hand when they hold a knife. Then we might as well stab that day. I want to see how many hands she has and how long she can cover it."

When they left Yin's office, the moon was already high above the willows. The bright moonlight cast a bright glow on the ground, making Ji Zhen's mood even worse.

I don't know when, this seemingly prosperous capital has become turbulent and dirty. Or maybe, this place has never been clean, but people tried hard to cover it up, making the illusion become real, and over time, even they themselves believed it.

Ji Zhen began to miss the northwest wind and snow, and the instantaneous severance under the flash of swords and sabers. That reality based on flesh and blood, and life as a sacrifice.

When riding back to the palace, Ji Zhen's horse was stopped in front of the guest house. Zhao Youqing, who was standing in front of her horse, pulled her horse's head bridle, stared at her intently, and asked:

"Why are you running?"