Transmigrating Female Supreme: The Peerless Husband Depends on Me

The morning dew had not yet dissipated when the sound of hurried horse hooves could be heard outside the courtyard.

Zhou Ziqian was practicing health-preserving boxing with Liang Junze in the courtyard. When he heard the sound, he turned around and saw Li Dequan, the chief eunuch of his palace, walking quickly towards him with four young eunuchs.

"Your Highness!" Li Dequan bowed deeply from a distance, his voice filled with deliberately feigned anxiety. "The wise king was worried that you hadn't returned all night, so he sent this old servant to take you back to the palace."

Zhou Ziqian's fist was still suspended in the air, his knuckles slightly white from the force.

He subconsciously looked towards the main house - Su Yue was standing in the corridor holding Yaoyao, who had just woken up. The little girl rubbed her eyes and looked over here.

"I am recuperating here and feeling much better." Zhou Ziqian retracted his fist, his voice a little deeper than usual. "Go back and tell my father and consort that I will be back in the palace in three days."

Li Dequan was obviously stunned, and the wrinkles on his old face froze.

The young eunuchs behind him looked at each other in bewilderment – ​​when had the Seventh Prince dared to disobey the wise monarch’s wishes?

"This..." Li Dequan rolled his eyes and glanced towards the courtyard, "Your Highness, if you get asthma in this wilderness..."

"Butler Li." Zhou Ziqian suddenly interrupted him, his voice as cold as ice, "Are you cursing this king?"

"I dare not!" Li Dequan knelt hurriedly, but still stiffened his neck. "It's just that the wise king ordered..."

"Snapped!"

A loud slap landed on Li Dequan's face.

Zhou Ziqian was shocked himself. Looking at his numb palms, he realized what he had done.

In the twenty years in the palace, he never laid hands on servants, and even if he was neglected, he would just smile and let it go.

Li Dequan covered his face with his hands, his cloudy old eyes full of disbelief.

A young eunuch blurted out: "It must be these country folk who have led His Highness astray!"

The air solidified instantly.

Zhou Ziqian saw Su Yue frowning in the corridor. Gu Qingyan had stood in the shadow of the courtyard gate with his hand on the hilt of the knife.

What frightened him the most was Hanhan in Mu Feng's arms - the child's originally smiling face suddenly tensed, and his eyes like black grapes were full of confusion.

"How dare you!" Zhou Ziqian shouted, his voice trembling with anger. "Come here! Drag this disrespectful slave away and give him twenty slaps in the face!"

No one moved. Li Dequan even showed a hint of pride - the Seventh Prince had no prestige in the palace, who would listen to him?

"What? I can't order you around anymore?" Zhou Ziqian felt cold at his fingertips, and suddenly realized how ridiculous he was as a prince.

"I want to see which servant dares to disobey my orders."

A clear voice came from the corridor.

Zhou Chufan was wearing a dark blue brocade robe, and the jade belt around his waist shone coldly in the morning light.

Although he was two years younger than Zhou Ziqian, his dignified demeanor made Li Dequan bow down to him instantly.

"Prince Ning'an! This old slave..."

"Who just now called my sister's family 'country people'?" Zhou Chufan walked over slowly, his boots crunching against a fallen leaf. "Stand out."

The young eunuch trembled like a sieve, fell to his knees and kowtowed repeatedly: "This slave deserves death! This slave..."

"He deserves to die." Zhou Chufan chuckled, then suddenly changed his expression. "Come here! Drag him away and give him thirty lashes of the cane, and send him to the laundry!"

This time, guards immediately stepped forward to arrest the man.

Zhou Ziqian stared at his cousin in amazement - this was the true majesty of the royal family, and just one look could scare people.

Li Dequan finally panicked: "Prince Ning'an, I am only following the orders of your wise ruler..."

"Go back and tell the wise king," Zhou Chufan interrupted him. "The Seventh Prince is recuperating here with me. The doctor said he needs to rest for three days. If the wise king is worried..." He paused meaningfully, "When I personally go to pay my respects to the empress, I will inevitably mention the incident of some servants bullying their master."

Li De's face turned pale as he kowtowed repeatedly and retreated.

Zhou Ziqian looked at the backs of the group of people leaving in a hurry, and indescribable emotions surged in his chest - anger, shame, and a hint of... pleasure.

"Brother." Zhou Chufan suddenly leaned over, his voice low enough for only the two of them to hear, "Sister said that establishing authority is not something that can be done overnight."

Zhou Ziqian's clenched fists slowly loosened.

He knew very well that if Zhou Chufan had not stepped in, he would not have been able to control those stubborn slaves.

He had been acting like a good boy in the palace for twenty years, and people had long forgotten that he was the son of a dragon and the grandson of a phoenix.

"Am I...useless?" His voice was hoarse.

Zhou Chufan laughed. "Do you know what I was like when I was working at the Yangzhou Pipeline?" He lifted his sleeve, revealing a hideous scar on his arm. "I was beaten half to death for half a steamed bun."

Zhou Ziqian looked at the scar in shock.

The cousin in his memory will always be the young prince of Prince Ning'an's mansion who lives in luxury.

"My sister said that people are not born strong." Zhou Chufan put down his sleeves and nodded towards the kitchen. "Let's go make dumplings. Brother Mufeng's filling is delicious."

The kitchen was steaming hot.

Mu Feng was kneading dough in front of the chopping board. His slender fingers were covered with flour. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his graceful forearms.

Seeing the two people come in, he smiled and rubbed his hair with his arm: "Seventh Prince, come and try?"

Zhou Ziqian stood aside awkwardly, watching Mu Feng deftly roll the dough into a thin wrapper, put in the stuffing, pinch the edges, and in the blink of an eye, he made a dumpling that looked like an ingot.

“I…I can’t.”

"I'll teach you." Mu Feng pulled his wrist and sprinkled flour on his palm. "Let's start by learning how to make the simplest crescent dumplings."

Zhou Ziqian's hands were wrapped in those warm hands, and he imitated the movements clumsily.

The first dumpling was crooked and most of the stuffing had leaked out; the second one was barely formed, but looked like a malnourished, skinny moon; by the third one, it unexpectedly took shape.

"The Seventh Prince has really skillful hands." Liang Junze came over to take a look and praised sincerely, "It's much better than the first time I made it."

Yaoyao had crawled under the chopping board at some point, holding a dough and trying to press it onto Zhou Ziqian's clothes.

Zhou Ziqian subconsciously wanted to hide, but saw Mu Feng gently shook his head: "Let her play, it's just flour."

The little girl giggled after she succeeded. Zhou Ziqian looked at the small handprint on the hem of her clothes and suddenly laughed too.

If this were in the palace, the nanny would have yelled at him to change his clothes.

"Brother, look!" Zhou Chufan proudly held up a strange-looking dumpling. "I made these Overlord dumplings!"

Shangguan Haochen laughed at him with his belly sticking out: "You call this a dumpling? It's clearly just a dough ball with stuffing!"

Everyone laughed.

Zhou Ziqian looked down at the dumplings gradually taking shape on his plate, and suddenly understood what "the smell of fireworks" meant.

Here, even getting flour on your face is something to be happy about, rather than a "disrespect" that needs to be wiped off immediately.

When the dumplings were put into the pot, Zhou Ziqian quietly left the kitchen.

Under the old locust tree in the corner of the yard, Su Yue and Shen Yunyan were whispering something.

Seeing him coming, Su Yue waved: "Seventh Prince, is there anything on your mind?"

Zhou Ziqian hesitated for a moment, but still told what happened in the morning.

Su Yue was not surprised after hearing this. She just handed him a cup of tea and said, "Seventh Prince, do you know why I chose Yun Yan?"