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

The sunlight shines through the hazy window paper, casting a soft glow on Lu Ziyan's body.

He had a severe fever at the moment, and there was a hint of red in the corners of his eyes. But his blue eyes were clear and stared at Ji Zhen without blinking.

Ji Zhen didn't expect him to wake up, let alone say such words, and her face turned red.

Even Ye Hui lowered her head, her eyes fixed on the prescription in her hand, as if she was trying to figure it out.

No matter how open the customs are in South Vietnam, it is still shameful to be caught talking about someone's affairs behind their back!

Fortunately, Ji Zhen's awkwardness only lasted for a moment. Soon, her shame was suppressed by her desire to know the truth about Li Yuanzhen's poisoning.

She coughed lightly and calmed herself down. She walked to the bedside and reached out to feel the temperature of Lu Ziyan's head. She found that his forehead was very hot and couldn't help but said worriedly:

"Master Lu, do you know what you are talking about? This matter concerns the life of the princess and the foundation of the South Yue Kingdom."

"Don't worry, I'm sober."

Lu Ziyan struggled to sit up from the bed. Ji Zhen quickly brought two large soft pillows and helped him half lean against her back.

The gentle sunlight softened his deep facial features, and in the light and shadow, his thin lips looked as bright as if painted red.

Ye Hui held up the prescription and secretly glanced at Lu Ziyan. He was clearly delirious due to the fever, but the look he gave Ji Zhen was gentler than the slanting sunlight.

But he is the legitimate husband of Her Royal Highness the Princess! Besides, doesn't Junior Master-Uncle already have a lover?

Who was the man who went to the dark market with Junior Master?

Just as Ye Hui was thinking hard, she heard the guard outside say:

"Your Highness, General Yu requests to see you."

"welcome."

Ji Zhen placed the soft pillow next to Lu Ziyan and stood up.

The door was banged open, and a man as tall as an iron tower appeared at the door. The light in the entire room suddenly became much dimmer.

Ye Hui looked up and saw that the man was wearing soft armor, his shoulders were broad and strong. His deep and sharp eyes swept across the room and fell on Ji Zhen, and suddenly became gentle.

"Your Highness."

Yu Bojun walked in with his head tilted and his back bent. He took two or three steps to stand in front of Ji Zhen, bowed, and there was no one else in his eyes.

"Bojun, what's wrong with you?"

Ji Zhen reached out and helped Yu Bojun up. He glanced at the soft armor on his body and frowned. He immediately dragged him to the window and examined him carefully in the bright sunlight:

"We are just trying to catch a witch doctor, why is there blood on the soft armor? Is he injured?"

Yu Bojun let Ji Zhen grab him and question him. These tense questions sounded like heavenly music to his ears.

These days, she was in Beijing, and he was in Beijing too. His office was only a few streets away from her palace, but he felt that he and she hadn't seen each other for a long time.

The heart in my chest was inexplicably excited by Ji Zhen's touch. In my throat, a sense of thirst rose for no reason, making the deeply buried emotions stir.

"Your Highness..."

Yu Bojun held down Ji Zhen's hand that was groping for damage, and when he looked into her eyes, there was an unconcealable heat in his eyes.

Ji Zhen was shocked to see the forbearance in his eyes, and asked without moving:

"What's wrong? Did I touch your wound?"

"No..." Yu Bojun said with difficulty, his face slightly hot.

Ji Zhen had been very uneasy since she heard that Lin Jiahuai didn't have enough people in Yin's office to arrest the witch doctor from southern Xinjiang, and that he wanted Yu Bojun to personally bring a dozen people with her to arrest him. He was just a charlatan who pretended to be a god, why did he have to make such a big fuss?

Seeing the blood on Yu Bojun's soft armor, her heart immediately rose to her throat. Seeing him speak so shyly, she thought he had been tricked by the witch doctor from southern Xinjiang. She didn't care about anything else and immediately called Ye Hui:

"Ye Hui! Hurry up and show Bo Jun whether that damn witch doctor used any tricks or not?"

At Ji Zhen's command, Ye Hui, who had been hiding aside and watching the show silently, did not dare to delay and immediately grabbed a long poison-detecting needle and was about to pick at Yu Bojun's soft armor.

Before Ye Hui came close, Yu Bojun held Ji Zhen's waist, dodged to the side, hid behind her, and said repeatedly:

"No, no, Your Highness, this is not my blood. It is the blood from the witch doctor's medicine man."

"really?"

Ji Zhen frowned tightly, took two steps back, turned his head and looked at Yu Bojun carefully to confirm.

Yu Bojun nodded repeatedly and said to her:

"That witch doctor doesn't have any real skills. Only those medicine men can fight, but they are no match for me. I just heard that the princess had fainted and you had called the coroner away. I was worried about you, so I rushed over to check on you."

As they were talking, they suddenly heard Lu Ziyan coughing violently from behind them. Ji Zhen was the closest to him, so she turned around and saw that Lu Ziyan's face was red from coughing, and quickly handed him the cup of water on the low table beside the bed.

But Lu Ziyan was coughing so hard that he couldn't even sit steadily on the bed, so how could he have the strength to take the cup that Ji Zhen handed to him?

Seeing that Lu Ziyan couldn't even lift his hands, Ji Zhen sighed inwardly. Even if a person is raised with all kinds of treasures from heaven and earth, once he falls ill and cannot take medicine, he will be more fragile than an ordinary person.

So he simply sat on the edge of the bed, let Lu Ziyan lean on his shoulder, put the cup of water to his lips, and fed him little by little.

The room suddenly became very quiet. Ye Hui glanced at Lu Ziyan's face, raised her eyebrows, and stepped aside without leaving any trace. Yu Bojun narrowed his eyes, and his sharp eyes swept over Lu Ziyan's body leaning on Ji Zhen's shoulder, and took a step forward and said to Ji Zhen:

"Your Highness, let me do it."

"Hey, go away! You're covered in blood and dust, so dirty."

Ji Zhen waved his hand at him in disdain, looked down at Lu Ziyan who was gradually calming down, and asked softly:

"Would you like some more water?"

Lu Ziyan shook his head gently, raised his eyelids slightly, and his pair of blue eyes seemed to glance at Yu Bojun unintentionally. When they met his sharp eyes like a knife, he lowered his eyelashes again and spoke weakly:

"No, thank you, Your Highness."

After saying that, he struggled to sit up straight, but his limbs were so weak that he couldn't sit up. He could only lean on Ji Zhen's shoulder and breathe softly.

Ji Zhen looked at him with a worried look, thinking that Lu Ziyan's condition had become much more serious in just a short while. She immediately said to Ye Hui:

"Ye Hui, come and check on Master Lu. Why do I feel like he's getting even sicker?"

Ye Hui took the pulse pillow without comment, moved a stool to sit in front of the bed, and took Lu Ziyan's pulse.

Ji Zhen took advantage of this opportunity to whisper to Yu Bojun:

"How is the hall now? Who is guarding the witch doctor when you come over?"

"Ye Feng is here. If nothing happens here, Your Highness, come back with me to the hall first? Lord Lin is still waiting for Your Highness."

Yu Bojun looked at Lu Ziyan who was leaning on Ji Zhen's shoulder with his head down and felt that he was an eyesore. He wished he could take Ji Zhen to the hall immediately.

Ji Zhen pondered for a moment, then turned his gaze to Ye Hui and asked in front of Lu Ziyan without hesitation:

"How is it? How is Master Lu's health now? I need him to stay awake for at least half an hour. Can you do it?"