Transmigrating Female Supreme: The Peerless Husband Depends on Me

At dawn, Liang Junze had been busy in the warehouse for half an hour.

He carefully counted the gifts of thanks he was going to bring into the palace: the one for the retired emperor was a calming sachet specially made by Lin Yuxuan, the one for the virtuous monarch was a set of health recipes handwritten by Su Yue, and the one for the empress was a rare chess manual carefully selected by Shen Yunyan.

"Mr. Wang's share..." Liang Junze hesitated.

"It's prepared according to the etiquette for a legitimate father." Mu Feng walked over, holding Ning Ning, who had just woken up, and pointed at the rosewood box. "This is the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum that Ah Yan found in the Shadow Pavilion's warehouse. It's not the most expensive, but it's rare."

Zhou Ziqian stood in the corridor, watching everyone busy preparing his return gift, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

These gifts may not be as rare as the treasures in the palace, but each one is full of sincerity - just like the home he owns now.

"Ah Qian, try this." Shangguan Haochen, with her belly bulging, held up a jade pendant to his waist, gesturing, "My brother said this combination looks good."

Shangguan Haomu nodded beside him: "The black tassels paired with mutton-fat jade are steady yet lively."

Zhou Ziqian stood there obediently and let them do whatever they wanted, but his eyes kept glancing towards the courtyard gate - Su Yue went to the stable to arrange the carriage, why hasn't she come back yet?

"Have you been looking forward to it?" Gu Qingyan leaned against the pillar at some point, looking at him with a half-smile.

Zhou Ziqian felt a burning sensation in his ears and was about to explain when he suddenly heard familiar footsteps.

Su Yue walked into the yard wearing an indigo official uniform, her hair tied up high, and the jade pendant on her waist swayed gently with her steps, drawing a beautiful arc in the morning light.

"Are you all ready?" Su Yue looked around at everyone, her gaze finally falling on Zhou Ziqian, and the corners of her lips unconsciously rose.

Zhou Ziqian was stunned, and only came to his senses when Liang Junze coughed lightly. He hurriedly went to take the gift list handed to him by Mu Feng.

When their fingertips touched, he suddenly remembered the intimacy of last night. His hand trembled and the gift list almost fell to the ground.

"Nervous?" Su Yue leaned close to his ear and whispered, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe.

Zhou Ziqian shook his head, then nodded, and finally said with a blushing face: "Sister... looks very beautiful today."

The whole yard burst into laughter.

Even the most steady Shangguan Haomu couldn't help but curl his lips.

Yaoyao mimicked: "Daddy, shame on you!"

The carriage slowly drove towards the imperial city. Zhou Ziqian sat upright, occasionally stealing a glance at Su Yue opposite him.

The third time he peeked, he was caught red-handed.

"Why, am I good-looking?" Su Yue raised her eyebrows.

Zhou Ziqian nodded honestly: "It looks good." After saying that, he realized what he said and hurriedly added, "I mean... the official uniform suits Sister very well..."

Su Yue couldn't help laughing.

How could this little prince who grew up in the deep palace be so naive?

She teased him deliberately: "Why didn't you tell me last night?"

"Last night..." Zhou Ziqian's voice became smaller and smaller, "Last night I was busy..." He suddenly stopped in the middle of his words, his whole face flushed red.

Su Yue laughed and was about to tease him a few more times when the carriage suddenly stopped - it had arrived at the palace gate.

When getting off the carriage, Zhou Ziqian hesitated for a moment, quietly approached Su Yue, and tentatively hooked hers with his little finger.

Seeing that Su Yue had no objection, he became bolder and wrapped his fingers around hers one by one until their ten fingers were intertwined.

"Zhou Ziqian," Su Yue lowered her voice, "you are the prince."

"I am your husband." Zhou Ziqian held her hand tighter with confidence and gave her a bright smile.

Su Yue's heart softened and she let him lead her forward.

The guards and palace servants all bowed their heads in greeting, but couldn't help but steal glances at the newlyweds out of the corner of their eyes - when did His Highness the Seventh Prince become so... lively?

In the Purple Palace, the empress was reviewing memorials.

Seeing the two people coming in to pay their respects, she put down her red brush and her eyes lingered for a moment on the hands that were clasped when they came in.

"Get up." The empress said calmly, "Lord Su, is your work in the Hanlin Academy going well?"

Su Yue replied respectfully: "Thanks to your Majesty's great blessing, everything will go smoothly."

The empress looked at Zhou Ziqian again: "Qian'er, are you used to being outside the palace?"

Zhou Ziqian was about to answer when he suddenly felt Su Yue gently squeeze his hand.

He knelt down and said solemnly, "My Queen Mother, I am very happy."

These words were spoken so sincerely that even the empress's majestic face softened a little.

She waved her hand: "Go ahead, the prince is waiting."

Mr. Wang was sitting in a side hall drinking tea. When he saw the two men come in, he just accepted the greeting lightly and said a few polite words.

It was not until Zhou Ziqian presented him the box of thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum that a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"That's thoughtful." Wang Fu stroked the Ganoderma lucidum box, his tone much softer. "Qian'er is already married, so you should listen to your wife more in the future."

"Yes." Zhou Ziqian responded obediently, but he was thinking in his heart: I not only have to listen to my sister, but also... I have to hold her hand every day.

In the flower hall of Changshou Palace, the old lady was trimming an orchid.

Seeing the two of them coming in hand in hand, she used her golden scissors to cut off a piece of dead branch with a "click".

"Oh, whose conjoined twins are these?" The old lady glanced at their clasped hands.

Zhou Ziqian subconsciously wanted to let go, but Su Yue held it tightly.

She smiled and handed over the calming sachet: "Your Majesty, this is specially made for you by Axuan. It can help you sleep."

The old lady took the sachet and sniffed it, her expression slightly brighter. "You have a conscience." She waved her hand. "Alright, alright, stop being an eyesore and go to the wise king."

Zhou Ziqian looked up in surprise: "Grandmother doesn't want to invite us to dinner?"

"Why should I keep you here?" The old lady snorted. "Look at you flirting with each other. Can I still eat?" She said disdainfully, but her eyes were smiling. "Hurry up and leave, otherwise Qian'er will scold me for being tactless."

In Yongning Palace, the wise king had already prepared tea and snacks.

Seeing his son come in with a rosy face, he finally put his mind at ease after a night of worry.

"Father!" Zhou Ziqian let go of Su Yue's hand and quickly stepped forward to salute.

The wise king helped him up and looked him over carefully: "Are you feeling unwell? Did you sleep well?" He asked in a subtle way, but his eyes kept glancing at his son's waist.

Zhou Ziqian understood, his ears slightly reddened, "I am very good, my wife treats me very well."

Xianjun looked at Su Yue, who was respectfully presenting the handwritten recipe: "I heard that Xianjun has had a poor appetite recently. Here are a few appetizers that have been passed down from our family."

The wise man took the recipe and opened it. He saw that the handwriting was neat and beautiful, and the taboos were carefully marked behind each dish.

His heart warmed, and his eyes softened when he looked at Su Yue again.

"Please sit down." Xianjun gestured for the two to take a seat and personally poured a cup of tea for Su Yue. "Qian'er has a simple personality. From now on..."

"Father!" Zhou Ziqian protested, "I am no longer a child."

Xianjun smiled without saying anything, just watching his son's little movements of stealing glances at Su Yue from time to time, feeling both sad and relieved in his heart.

Qian'er, who was so cautious in the palace, now knows how to act like a spoiled child.

After three rounds of tea, the wise king took the initiative to say, "It's getting late, you should go back." He stroked his son's hair and said, "Come back often to visit father and concubine."

Zhou Ziqian's eyes became hot and he nodded heavily.