Transmigrating Female Supreme: The Peerless Husband Depends on Me

The warm sunlight after breakfast sprinkled on the window lattice of the study. Zhou Ziqian held the black jade chess piece, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The white pieces on the chessboard were already surrounded, and his black pieces were fighting like trapped beasts.

"Seventh Prince, thank you for giving in." Liang Junze's gentle voice sounded, and his slender fingers gently placed a move, completely blocking his retreat.

Zhou Ziqian's ears felt hot.

He had been learning from a national chess master since he was young, and was considered a leader in chess in the palace. He did not expect to lose so easily.

Just when he was feeling embarrassed, Lin Yuxuan suddenly rushed up from behind and hugged Liang Junze's neck.

"Brother Aze!" Lin Yuxuan said in a long and coquettish voice, "Doesn't our Seventh Prince have any face? You can deny me this face, but you can't deny it to the Seventh Prince!"

Liang Junze was strangled and coughed, but he smiled with his eyebrows curved: "Okay, okay, let's play another game. I'll give you three pieces."

"Who asked you to give in!" Zhou Ziqian blurted out, and was stunned after he said it - he was actually... angry?

Lin Yuxuan's eyes lit up, and he immediately rushed to Zhou Ziqian and whispered in his ear: "Seventh Prince, Brother Aze is most afraid of the 'Star Layout', you will do this later..." As he spoke, he gestured on the chessboard, completely ignoring the person sitting opposite him.

Liang Junze pretended to shake his head helplessly, but quietly moved a few key white pieces while setting up the chess game.

At the end of the second game, Zhou Ziqian won by half a point. Lin Yuxuan cheered and ran around the room, as if he had defeated the chess master.

"The Seventh Prince is an excellent chess player." Liang Junze smiled and bowed, "Can you teach me again tomorrow?"

The sunlight shines through the window screen, casting mottled shadows on the chessboard.

Zhou Ziqian looked at the other person's sincere eyes and suddenly understood what it meant to "honor in defeat".

In the palace, no one ever dared to defeat him, let alone lose to him so openly.

In the afternoon, cicadas chirped and Su Yue walked into the pavilion holding a bowl of pear soup.

Zhou Ziqian was staring into the distance - Shen Yunyan and Gu Qingyan were squatting by the well, fiddling with something, and cheerful laughter could be heard from time to time.

"Seventh Prince, moisten your throat." Su Yue put down the porcelain cup.

Zhou Ziqian thanked him and took it, but saw Su Yue turn around and bring out a few bowls of crystal clear desserts. The orange-yellow mango pieces and the snow-white coconut milk complemented each other, and were dotted with bright red grapefruits.

"This is...?"

"Yangzhi Ganlu." Su Yue explained with a smile, "Achen has been suffering from morning sickness lately, so he's craving this."

Zhou Ziqian stared at the bowl of tempting dessert, and the pear soup in his hand suddenly lost its flavor.

He sipped the medicinal food, but his eyes kept glancing over there.

Su Yue was wiping the coconut milk off the corner of Yaoyao's mouth. The little girl had coconut milk all over her face, but she was smiling so hard that her teeth were showing.

"Sister..." Zhou Ziqian didn't even notice the desire in his tone, "Is that... sweet?"

Su Yue turned to look at him and chuckled.

The Seventh Prince looked like a little cat servant peeking out of the imperial kitchen at this moment.

“I can’t give it to you yet,” she said softly. “Once the autumn dryness is over, I’ll make a version with honey just for you.”

Zhou Ziqian's ears turned red after being caught, but he still nodded obediently.

The sunlight filtered through the grape trellis, casting tiny spots of light on his moon-white brocade robe.

Su Yue suddenly felt that this precious Seventh Prince was actually like a child who had never eaten candy.

As the sun set, an iron frame was erected in the courtyard.

Zhou Ziqian walked around the charcoal fire curiously, watching Gu Qingyan flip the meat skewers with tongs. The fat dripping onto the charcoal made a sizzling sound, and the aroma filled his nose.

"Seventh Prince, would you like to try some?" Gu Qingyan handed over a bunch of non-spicy ones.

Zhou Ziqian took a careful bite, and the lamb, which was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, burst with juice in his mouth. His eyes instantly lit up like stars.

Just as I was enjoying the food, I suddenly heard Zhou Chufan next to me sticking out his tongue and saying, "It's so spicy! Water! Water!"

The young prince's face was flushed, but he still held the spicy skewers tightly and continued to eat them while drinking herbal tea.

Zhou Ziqian stared at the skewer of barbecued meat covered with chili powder in his cousin's hand, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

While Gu Qingyan turned around to take the meat, Zhou Ziqian quietly reached out -

"I caught you!" Shangguan Haochen suddenly appeared with her pregnant belly, her fingers precisely clasping his wrist. "The Seventh Prince is eating spicy food!"

Everyone in the yard looked at him.

Zhou Ziqian froze in place, still holding half a string of "evidence" in his hand, looking like a kitten caught stealing fish.

“Sister!” Shangguan Haochen yelled at the top of his lungs, “Someone is not following the doctor’s orders!”

Su Yue came out of the kitchen wearing an apron, holding a cup of freshly prepared milk tea.

She raised her eyebrows and looked at Zhou Ziqian, who inexplicably hid the spicy skewers behind him - this action made everyone laugh.

"Seventh Prince," Su Yue suppressed a smile, "The imperial physician said..."

"Just one bite!" Zhou Ziqian himself was shocked by the almost coquettish tone, "I promise I'll just take one bite!"

Shen Yunyan silently handed over a cup of cold tea: "It will help relieve the spiciness."

Liang Junze had already considerately broken off a small piece of spicy meat and said, "Hold it on the tip of your tongue. Don't swallow it in a hurry."

Under the nervous gaze of the crowd, Zhou Ziqian carefully licked the chili powder.

In an instant, a line of fire burned from the tip of his tongue to his throat. He choked and tears came to his eyes, but he stubbornly refused to spit it out.

"Water... mmm... so spicy..." His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince had lost all his image, sticking out his tongue in a hazy manner, but still staring at the remaining skewers of meat.

Gu Qingyan laughed and patted him on the back: "You have great potential! Better than Xiaofan, that kid jumped into the well the first time he ate spicy food!"

Zhou Chufan shouted in protest, and everyone laughed.

As dusk deepened, the charcoal fire illuminated every smiling face. Zhou Ziqian drank half a cup of milk tea and suddenly felt that the burning sensation was not so unpleasant - at least, it tasted fresh.

When the moonlight first rose, Su Yue brought out a few glasses of amber drinks like magic.

Zhou Ziqian took his own cup and took a sip carefully - it was sweet but not greasy, with a perfect blend of tea and milk aroma, and chewy pearls.

"This is called milk tea." Lin Yuxuan came over to explain, "Yuer said drinking this makes you happy."

Zhou Ziqian held the warm ceramic cup, watching Yaoyao sucking the pearls with her cheeks puffed out like a little hamster, watching Hanhan secretly spit out the pearls and line them up in a row, and watching the Shangguan brothers "fight" for the last cup of milk tea - of course, Shangguan Haomu quickly gave it to his pregnant brother.

"Seventh Prince," Mu Feng held the sleeping Ning Ning and sat beside him, "Are you used to it today?"

Zhou Ziqian looked at the group of royal relatives and nobles who had no image at all under the starry sky - Gu Qingyan was teaching Zhou Chufan a game of finger-guessing, Liang Junze and Lin Yuxuan were studying chess manuals, and Su Yue was being pestered by the Shangguan brothers for dessert recipes... There was no trace of the royal family's dignity left.

"I..." his voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, "I've never been so happy."

Mu Feng smiled and tucked the sleeping Ning Ning into his arms: "Hold her for a while, I'll go get the blanket."

Zhou Ziqian hurriedly caught the warmth. The baby smacked its lips in its sleep and unconsciously grasped one of his fingers.

The night breeze blows through the courtyard, carrying with it the lingering aroma of barbecue and the sweetness of milk tea.

In the distance, Gu Qingyan's hearty laughter startled a few night birds.

"Brother!" Zhou Chufan ran over holding a cup of milk tea. "Sister said she'd make taro ball flavor next time!"

Zhou Ziqian looked down at Ningning in his arms, then looked at his cousin who was beaming with joy. Suddenly, he felt something in his chest melt, and the warmth flowed to every part of his body.

He imitated Gu Qingyan and raised his hand to rub Zhou Chufan's head:

“Okay, let’s do it together next time.”

The starlight fell in the courtyard, stretching everyone's shadow very long.

Zhou Ziqian quietly licked the corner of his lips - there was still a hint of the sweetness of milk tea and a hint of the heat of chili pepper.

This was the best taste he had ever tasted in his life.