The sickly boss always wants to get close to her

Chu Bainiao was riding on a warhorse, his dark robe fluttering in the wind.

The hair tied up high danced in the wind, with a few strands scattered in front of the eyebrows, passing across the face that was majestic without anger and had an indifferent expression.

In front of her, flames shot up into the sky and war horses neighed. Behind her, there were countless soldiers and horses, all filled with murderous intent.

"Your Highness, all the bandits have been strangled to death, and eighty-three people have been captured. Please decide their fate!" The armored female soldier trotted to her horse, knelt down and saluted.

Chu Bai Niao gently clamped her legs around the horse's belly, and the corners of her lips on her cold and beautiful face curled slightly, "Let's go and take a look."

Behind her, the deputy general and his personal soldiers followed.

But both the soldiers behind him and the bodies being dragged away on the road to be burned in a mass grave were women.

This is a world where women are superior to each other. Women can be kings or emperors, serve as officials or businessmen. They can ride horses to the battlefield in the military and take the imperial examinations to enter the court.

They say women give birth to life.

Then destiny came to the woman.

Chu Bainiao knew it was not the case.

Women are superior because this world prefers women. Women's bodies can absorb the power of heaven and earth more easily than men, so women become stronger than men.

Women have become the superior ones.

She dismounted and walked into the stronghold. The bloodstains inside had been washed away by the soldiers and all the corpses had been dragged away.

There were seventy or eighty people tied up on the large round table in the middle, young and old, mostly men.

Seeing Chu Bainiao wearing a black robe, walking towards him with an outstanding temperament and composure.

A young man on the round platform came over and cried, "Prince! Prince! I am the illegitimate son of the Minister of Justice. We have met before. Do you still remember me? Prince, save me, Prince!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the people tied up on the round platform knew that the beautiful and graceful woman in front of them was the prince of the Great Zhou, and they all shouted.

The bodyguards raised their killing sticks and beat them mercilessly until the scene quieted down, and then Chu Bainiao looked over.

A man so dirty that you can't even see his face.

Chu Bai Niao raised the corners of his lips, stared at the man who was stopped by his personal soldiers with a half-smile and said, "Hasn't the king saved you?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and quickly wiped the stains on his face with his sleeve. He knew that the prince was most soft-hearted towards handsome men. If he showed his face, the prince would definitely look at him a few more times.

Chu Bainiao lightly shifted her gaze away and fixed her sight on the young man who was curled up in the corner of the stage. He had a pale face and a dazed expression, and was so beautiful that one could not take his eyes off him.

She walked over step by step, and her personal soldiers kicked and pushed away the people around her, clearing a path for the prince to escape.

It was not until Chu Bainiao stood in front of him that the boy looked up at her in confusion.

She was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with eyes as bright as morning dew, a straight and delicate nose, and chubby lips.

He seemed to be frightened, his snow-white teeth biting his lips tightly.

This is a kind of beauty that is so beautiful that it is difficult to tell whether it is androgynous.

Chu Bainiao squatted down in front of him, stretched out her hand tentatively, and removed the dead branches and leaves that were mixed in the boy's upright hair.

Seeing that he did not resist, he asked in a low voice: "What's your name? Where are you from?"

The young master looked at her in confusion and shyness, then quickly lowered his head, and said in a sweet voice as thin as a mosquito, "My name is Ji Yan, from Yangzhou."

Chu Bainiao looked at the senior brother in front of him with quite a bit of pity. Look, look at this poor little thing.

"What are the people from Yangzhou doing in Beijing? Why were they kidnapped by bandits?"

It would have been fine if you hadn't asked, but as soon as Ji Yan asked, he started to shed tears and looked extremely pitiful.

"My family members all passed away, so I came to the capital to look for my aunt... I didn't expect that my aunt had also passed away."

"I, I had nowhere to go so I was walking on the road and was caught by bandits and taken up the mountain."

Crystal clear tears rolled down her porcelain-white face, and she cried so hard that I felt pity for her.

Chu Bainiao tentatively stretched out her calloused fingertips and wiped the boy's tears. The skin that her fingertips touched was as smooth as a peeled egg, tender and elastic.

"I am the prince of Great Chu. Since you have nowhere else to go, are you willing to come to my house? If you are not willing, I will send someone else to settle you."

The boy bit his lip and said nothing, his furry head lowered.

Chu Bainiao said: "Think about it first."

She stood up. The bandits had just been wiped out, but the aftermath work was not completed.

Before her long legs could take a step forward, the hem of her clothes was grabbed by a pair of slender white fingers.

Ji Yan raised his pitiful face and said, "I, I am willing to go back home with you."

Chu Bainiao bent down and picked him up, only to find that he was very tall.

The women in this world have absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and are generally taller than men. I never thought that my senior brother in this world is actually two fingers taller than her.

"Be good," she patted her senior brother on the shoulder, turned around and told the deputy general, "Take good care of him."

The deputy general responded: "Yes!"

He had taken care of many young masters for the prince, and was quite adept at serving Ji Yan. He brought him into the house, had him sit down, and served him tea and water very skillfully.

He didn't feel at all that he was just a deputy general after all, and there was nothing wrong with being so servile to a man.

Military orders are as heavy as mountains, and whatever the prince says is the truth.

Chu Bai Niao walked towards the bandit's warehouse. On the way, a hesitant voice sounded, "Prince, Prince."

She turned around and saw a man who had wiped the stains off his face looking at her with admiration. It seemed that he was the illegitimate son of some minister?

Chu Bai Niao said without even turning his head, "Don't worry, sir. I will send you back home safely."

The son of the Minister of the Court: ...Your Majesty, please open your eyes and look at me?

After taking care of the remaining matters, they set out to return to the capital. The deputy general stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, there are no carriages or male soldiers in the army. That young man cannot ride a horse."

Chu Bainiao looked at his senior brother who was standing far away biting his lip and seemed to be unsure of what to do, and waved at him, "I understand."

Ji Yan walked over carefully and called softly, "Prince."

Chu Bai Niao looked into his eyes, which were as innocent and clear as a little deer, and asked, "There are no carriages or male soldiers in the army. Are you willing to ride with me?"

"Is it okay?" Ji Yan's eyes lit up slightly, and he said timidly, "I am willing to ride with the prince."

Chu Bainiao climbed onto the horse, reached down and grabbed his senior brother's cold and thin hand, and with a gentle pull, he pulled his senior brother onto the horse.

Senior brother was so big that he blocked her view when sitting in front of her, so Chu Bainiao simply pulled him behind her.

Ji Yan felt as if he was scalded, and he didn't dare to move at all while sitting behind her.

As soon as Chu Bainiao pulled the reins, the warhorse raised its legs and started running. He had no time to react and subconsciously hugged Chu Bainiao's waist and put his head on her shoulder.

"I'm... I'm sorry, Your Majesty," a sobbing voice sounded from behind, "I, I was too scared, I hugged you..."

"It doesn't matter," Chu Bainiao wondered, wondering if he looked too scary. "Do I look scary? Are you so scared of me?"

Ji Yanhuan didn't loosen his hand on her waist at all, but his voice was full of timidity, "You are not a scary prince, it's me, I am too timid."

"After being taken to the mountain, I kept crying, hoping that someone could save me."

As if he was a little shy, his voice became smaller and smaller.

"The prince is special, wise and brave, special and handsome," he spoke illogically and stuttered, lacking words to the point of wanting to cry, "It's just, it's just like a dream..."