Transmigrating Female Supreme: The Peerless Husband Depends on Me

The virtuous king's Yongning Palace is filled with the elegant fragrance of agarwood.

Su Yue knelt on the cold gold bricks, her forehead resting on the backs of her folded hands, and heard the tapping sound of teacups coming from behind the bead curtain.

"I heard that Lord Su already has seven husbands?"

"Yes."

"Do you know what it means for a prince to marry?"

Su Yue stood up straight, her eyes unwavering. "It means that I will protect him and make him happy." She paused, "Just like what the wise king has done for the Seventh Prince for the past twenty years."

The bead curtain shook violently.

The virtuous king's slender fingers lifted the curtain, revealing a face that was 70% similar to Zhou Ziqian - except that there were a few more fine lines at the corners of his eyes, and his gaze was calmer.

"This is a Western pocket watch." Su Yue presented a small gilded box. "It is said to be able to accurately tell time, which may be helpful in adjusting the timing of the Seventh Prince's medication."

The wise king took the pocket watch and ran his fingertips over the delicate iris pattern on the cover.

When he looked up again, the sharpness in his eyes had turned into a gentleness: "Qian'er has been sickly since childhood. I only wish that he..."

"Father!" Zhou Ziqian suddenly rushed in, his hair crown crooked, "Please don't embarrass Sister Yue!"

The wise king's eyes went dark.

This hasn't even happened yet! He glared at his son with dismay, but saw that the silly boy was staring at Su Yue eagerly, like a puppy who was afraid that his owner would be beaten.

"Your Highness." Su Yue suddenly reached out and straightened Zhou Ziqian's hair. "Your Majesty treats me very well."

His fingertips accidentally brushed against his earlobe, and Zhou Ziqian's face instantly turned red from the base of his ears to his neck.

He stammered to explain to his father how good Su Yue was, and later he even brought up the fact that he secretly raised rabbits when he was a child.

"That's enough." The wise king held his forehead, "I'm tired." He waved his hand, but when Su Yue was leaving, he suddenly said, "The wedding will be in seven days. If Qian'er loses even a hair..."

"Your humble servant has brought his head to you." Su Yue kowtowed solemnly, but when he stood up, he winked at Zhou Ziqian.

The wise king looked at the affectionate glances between the two children in front of him, and the pocket watch in his hand clicked shut.

He walked down the steps slowly, his bright yellow clothes sweeping across the gold bricks, and stood in front of Su Yue.

“Look up.”

Su Yue raised her head and met the virtuous king's penetrating eyes. Those eyes seemed to see through her every thought, causing her to hold her breath.

"Qian'er has been weak since childhood. I have been guarding the medicine furnace every day, hoping that he can grow up safely." The wise king's voice was soft, but every word was weighty. "If you betray him..."

"Father!" Zhou Ziqian was so anxious that he tried to pull the virtuous emperor's sleeve. "My sister..."

The wise king glared at him and Zhou Ziqian immediately fell silent, but he still stubbornly stood in front of Su Yue.

This action made Xianjun's eyes move slightly. He saw his son's hand hidden in his sleeve quietly hooking the corner of Su Yue's clothes.

Su Yue took a deep breath and bowed solemnly: "I dare to ask for your permission, my Lord."

She took out a brocade bag from her bosom and poured out seven copper coins - each one was polished to a shine and engraved with different patterns.

"This is..."

"Seven husbands' tokens." Su Yue laid out the copper coins in a row. "Gu Qingyan's Shadow Order, Liang Junze's paintbrush, Lin Yuxuan's medicine pestle..." She looked up at the wise king. "They are willing to accept the Seventh Prince as if he were their own life."

The wise king's pupils shrank slightly.

Having been immersed in the palace for many years, he naturally understood what this meant - this meant handing the lifeblood of the entire Su family into the hands of the royal family.

Zhou Ziqian suddenly knelt down: "Father, I... For the first time, I feel like a living person, not waiting to die..." His voice choked, "In the Su Mansion, Yaoyao would drag me to pick peaches, and Hanhan would wipe my mouth when I coughed up blood..."

A tear fell on the gold brick.

The wise king's hands trembled slightly.

He thought of the imperial physician's pronouncement, the bitter medicine his son drank day after day, and the sleepless nights tormented by the pain...

"That's all." The wise king sighed, bent down and helped the two of them up. "Su Yue, remember what you said today." He turned to his son and gently wiped away the tear. "Qian'er, father and concubine only wish that you..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhou Ziqian suddenly threw himself into his arms and cried like a child.

Xianjun patted his son's back, but his eyes met Su Yue's - in those eyes was a determination that he had never seen in anyone else's eyes in the past twenty years.

"I'll take my leave." Su Yue bowed tactfully, but when he turned around, Zhou Ziqian grabbed his sleeve.

"Sister..." Zhou Ziqian's eyes were red, like a child asking for candy, "Can I...can I take you to the palace gate?"

The virtuous king looked at his son with a mixture of anger and amusement: "Go away, go away. Out of sight, out of mind."

The two men walked out of the hall, and the sunlight shone on the corridor.

Zhou Ziqian suddenly pulled out a delicate sachet from his sleeve: "I...I made this myself. It contains calming herbs..."

The mandarin ducks on the sachet were crooked and the stitching was messy, but it made Su Yue's heart warm.

She took the sachet and tied it around her waist. Suddenly, she leaned close to Zhou Ziqian's ear and said, "Your Highness, you know that I love to see you smile the most."

The tips of Zhou Ziqian's ears turned red instantly, and even his neck was dyed pink.

He stood there at a loss, and only chased after Su Yue after she had gone far away: "Wait! I... I have something else to say..."

Xianjun stood in front of the window, watching his son running away after Su Yue, the pocket watch in his hand ticking.

He stroked the iris pattern on the watch cover and suddenly chuckled: "This child, finally has some life in him."

After leaving Yongning Palace, Zhou Ziqian's steps became faster and faster, and finally he was almost jogging.

Su Yue was suddenly grabbed by both hands at the corner of the palace road.

"Sister, did father and concubine give you any trouble?" He was so anxious that his eyes turned red. "I heard that the emperor gave you a token? Actually, don't be afraid. The grandmother loves me the most..."

Su Yue looked at his lips moving up and down, and suddenly found that this prince was really handsome.

Especially at this moment, the sunlight passed through the eaves, casting fine shadows under his eyelashes, which looked very much like the beautiful women in Liang Junze's paintings.

"Your Highness." She reached out and brushed the fallen petals off his shoulder. "After we get married, can I call you Ah Qian?"

Zhou Ziqian's breathing suddenly became rapid.

He opened his mouth, then suddenly covered his heart and squatted down.

"What's wrong?" Su Yue hurried to help.

"No... I'm fine..." Zhou Ziqian raised his flushed face, "It's just that my heart is beating too fast... even faster than when I was sick..."

Su Yue chuckled and simply squatted down to look him in the eye: "How about this?" She moved closer.

Zhou Ziqian sat down directly on the ground.

The imperial guards who were patrolling in the distance wanted to come over when they saw this, but he waved his hands to drive them away - God knows how much he wanted to crawl into the crack in the ground at this moment, and how much he wanted time to stop at this moment forever.

"Your Highness?" A young eunuch poked his head in timidly. "The wise king asked me to ask if you have had another asthma attack."

Zhou Ziqian: “…”

Su Yue laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her back, and she pulled the person up as well.

As their sleeves were entangled, she felt Zhou Ziqian's fingers gently hooking the corner of her sleeve, like the little gesture Yaoyao made when she was acting coquettishly and asking for candy.

The sundial pointer on the palace wall quietly shifted.

On this sunny morning, Su Yue suddenly felt that marrying a prince home didn't seem like a bad thing.