Transmigrating Female Supreme: The Peerless Husband Depends on Me

Just as the convoy drove ten miles out of the city, a carriage with a gilded green roof suddenly appeared under the willow trees beside the official road.

Two attendants in palace attire stood in front of the carriage. When they saw the Su Mansion's motorcade approaching, they hurried forward to salute.

"Sir Su, my master has been waiting here for a long time."

Su Yue lifted the curtain and saw that a corner of the curtain of the luxurious carriage was slightly lifted, revealing a pale and handsome face.

When Zhou Ziqian saw that he was discovered, the tips of his ears turned red as if bleeding, and in panic he pulled down the curtain.

"Seventh Prince?" Su Yue got off the carriage in surprise, followed by Zhou Chufan who stuck his head out.

"Brother!" Zhou Chufan jumped off the carriage in one swift step. "Why are you here?"

Zhou Ziqian was helped out of the carriage by his personal attendant. Today he was wearing a moon-white brocade robe, with a medicine bag and a sachet hanging around his waist. He was so thin that he seemed like he could be blown away by the wind.

He clutched his cuffs nervously, his fingertips turning slightly white with nervousness.

"I... I heard you were going to the other courtyard..." His voice was as light as a feather, "My wife said... that I have recovered a lot in the past two months..."

Before he could finish his words, a gust of spring breeze blew by, and Zhou Ziqian suddenly covered his mouth and started coughing violently.

The servant hurriedly tried to get the medicine bag, but was overtaken by a slender hand - Lin Yuxuan had stood beside him without him knowing when, with his fingertips on his wrist.

"The pulse is weak but steady, there's really no big problem." Lin Yuxuan took out a small celadon bottle from his sleeve, "Try this, it's milder than the lung-moistening pills from the Imperial Hospital."

Zhou Ziqian took it gratefully, but was stunned when he looked up - there were three strange men standing in front of him.

One was as gentle as jade, one was tall and handsome, and the other... was looking at him with an inquiring look.

"This is Liang Junze, Gu Qingyan, and Lin Yuxuan. They are all my husbands," Su Yue introduced. "We just came back from Puyang."

The three of them saluted the Seventh Prince

Zhou Ziqian was about to help, but his hasty movements caused him to cough lightly.

Seeing this, Gu Qingyan reached out and held his arm directly: "Seventh Prince, there is no need to be polite. Since you are Xiaofan's brother, you are one of us."

These words made Zhou Ziqian's eyes warm.

In the palace, everyone treated him as a fragile piece of porcelain. How could anyone pat him on the shoulder so casually?

"Brother, come quickly!" Zhou Chufan was already jumping to pull him, "I'll ride in the same car with you, and let my sister and the others squeeze in!"

Shangguan Haochen came over with a bulging belly and said, "Seventh Prince, don't listen to him. Come to our car. It's more spacious." Then he glared at Zhou Chufan and said, "Just sit with Brother Ayan and avoid making any more noise."

When the convoy set off again, Zhou Ziqian sat in the Su Mansion's carriage, his whole body as stiff as a board.

He didn't dare to take the tea handed to him by Mu Feng, nor did he dare to lean on the cushion given by Shen Yunyan. He even stuttered when Liang Junze casually asked, "Do you like poetry?"

"Seventh Prince, there's no need to be restrained." Su Yue noticed his nervousness and said gently, "Just treat it as an ordinary outing with friends."

Zhou Ziqian's hand that was clutching the corner of his clothes finally loosened.

He secretly looked at everyone in the car - Shangguan Haomu was concentrating on adjusting the gauze curtain of the car window to ensure that the sunlight would not shine directly into his eyes; Xinxin in Shangguan Haomu's arms was babbling and reaching out to him; although Shen Yunyan had a blank expression on his face, he silently pushed the box of snacks towards him.

Such natural consideration makes people's hearts warmer than the deliberate service in the palace.

"Can I...can I hug Hanhan?" Zhou Ziqian suddenly mustered up the courage to ask, "I haven't met him yet..."

Shangguan Haomu smiled and picked up Hanhan who was playing the Nine Rings game.

The little guy looked up at the strange uncle, and for the first time ever, he did not dodge, but handed the toy in his hand over.

"He likes you." Lin Yuxuan said in surprise, "Normally, he wouldn't even let his own father touch him."

Zhou Ziqian carefully took the Nine Rings, his fingertips trembling.

Seeing this, Hanhan suddenly stretched out his chubby little hand and patted his knee, as if to comfort him not to be afraid.

This slap made the seventh prince's eyes red.

The convoy stopped halfway up the mountain.

Su Yue decided to have a picnic here on the spur of the moment, which was also quite special.

There are blooming mountain flowers in the distance and gurgling streams nearby. It is a perfect place to have lunch.

As soon as everyone spread out the tablecloth, Zhou Chufan couldn't wait to pull Zhou Ziqian to the stream to catch fish.

Two noble young men, one with his trouser legs rolled up and the other holding up his clothes, were shouting and yelling on the shallows, just like two wild children.

"Brother! Over here!" Zhou Chufan shouted, pointing at the fish swimming in the water.

Zhou Ziqian had never been so presumptuous before, and a blush appeared on his pale face.

He imitated Zhou Chufan's way of catching fish, but his foot slipped -

"careful!"

Gu Qingyan rushed over, only to see Zhou Ziqian steady himself. Although his clothes were mostly wet, he smiled brightly: "I'm fine!" He raised the struggling fish in his hand, "Look! I caught it!"

In the sunlight, the boy who had been sick for many years seemed to have been reborn, and even his eyes were shining.

At lunch, Zhou Ziqian experienced the joy of sitting around on a picnic for the first time.

Yaoyao insisted on squeezing into his arms to eat the pastries, while Hanhan stubbornly gave him the biggest piece of grilled fish.

Even Xinxin, who was the most shy, allowed him to hold her for a full half minute after he hummed a nursery rhyme.

"Seventh Prince is so lucky." Liang Junze said with a smile, "These little devils in our family don't usually get close to outsiders easily."

Zhou Ziqian looked down at Yaoyao, who was drowsy in his arms, and said in a voice so soft that it was almost inaudible: "Can I... come and play with them more often?"

"Of course." Su Yue poured him a bowl of chicken soup. "You're welcome anytime."

In the carriage going to the villa, Zhou Ziqian had completely relaxed.

He even took the initiative to ask about the flood control in Puyang, and would nervously clutch his handkerchief when he heard about the thrilling parts.

"The Seventh Prince is also interested in water conservancy?" Liang Junze was a little surprised.

Zhou Ziqian nodded sheepishly. "Although I'm weak, I've read some books on flood control. But..." He smiled bitterly, "I used to think I wouldn't live long, so reading these books would be pointless."

The carriage suddenly fell silent. Shangguan Haomu patted his shoulder gently: "It's different now."

Yeah, it's different now.

Zhou Ziqian looked at the passing scenery outside the window and for the first time felt that his life had a direction.

When the carriage drove into the courtyard, he mustered up the courage to say to Su Yue:

"Master Su, can I... call you sister? Just like Xiaofan does."

Su Yue was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "It is my honor, Seventh Prince."

"Just call me Ziqian." The young man smiled with a smile, "Here, I'm just Ziqian."

As the sun sets, everyone's shadows are stretched very long.

Zhou Ziqian walked at the end, looking at the family playing and laughing in front of him, he suddenly felt that the long-standing stuffy feeling in his chest had disappeared without a trace.