Transmigrating Female Supreme: The Peerless Husband Depends on Me

Su Yue walked over and wiped the sweat off his face with her sleeve: "It's not like there's no cook in the house."

"How are they the same?" Mu Feng looked up, his eyes curved gently, "Yaoyao only eats the rabbit buns I made, Hanhan is picky, and Ammu and Achen are pregnant..." Before he could finish his words, Su Yue pinched his cheek.

"Don't tire yourself out." Su Yue said softly, "You have Ningning to take care of now."

Mu Feng dodged with a smile: "I know." He turned around to lift the steamer, and the hot steam blurred the red tips of his ears.

In the flower hall in the afternoon, the eight husbands gathered together for a rare occasion.

Shangguan Haochen, with a five-month pregnant belly, was telling Zhou Ziqian a story in vivid detail:

"...The arrow was only three inches away from my throat! In a split second, I flipped over—"

"Then you fell flat on your face." Shangguan Haomu calmly peeled an orange, ruthlessly sabotaging him. "If I hadn't intervened in time, the grass on your grave would be three feet high by now."

Zhou Ziqian was listening intently. When he heard this, he exclaimed "Ah" and his eyes widened.

"Brother!" Shangguan Haochen slammed the table in anger, "I'm doing this for the story effect!"

Liang Junze handed over a cup of chrysanthemum tea at the right time: "Achen is indeed brave. During the battle to defend the city, he shot and killed twelve enemy soldiers alone."

"Twenty!" Shangguan Haochen corrected immediately.

Lin Yuxuan raised his hand: "The military newspaper says seven."

Amidst the laughter in the room, Mu Feng came in holding Ning Ning, who had just woken up. "What are you talking about?"

"They're talking about Ah Chen's 'heroic deeds' back then." Gu Qingyan sneered, holding his sword. "There's more water in it than in a moat."

Shangguan Haochen was about to retort when he suddenly cried out "ouch" and covered his stomach.

Everyone panicked, but he smiled and said, "The little guy kicked me, he must be speaking up for his dad!"

Zhou Ziqian leaned over curiously: "Can I touch it?"

"Of course!" Shangguan Haochen generously took his hand and pressed it on his belly, "Here, right here... Hey, it kicked again!"

The movement coming from under his palm made Zhou Ziqian open his eyes wide in surprise: "It's really moving!" He looked up at Su Yue, with a childlike light in his eyes, "Sister, you touch..."

Su Yue smiled and put her hand on it. Just then, she felt a strong and powerful fetal movement.

She suddenly remembered something and looked at Mu Feng: "Ningning was so lively back then?"

Mu Feng gently patted his daughter in his arms: "It's even more noisy than this. It doesn't stop at night."

"That's right!" Shen Yunyan interrupted, "At that time, Mu Feng's belly was so big that his feet couldn't be seen, but he still insisted on cooking for himself..."

Mu Feng grabbed a piece of almond cake and stuffed it into his mouth in embarrassment: "Eat your snack!"

Late at night, when everyone was asleep, Su Yue returned to the backyard after finishing her official documents and found Mu Feng still sitting in the porch doing needlework.

The moonlight shone on his focused profile, and Ningning was sleeping soundly in the cradle at his feet.

"Sew clothes for Ningning?" Su Yue sat down next to him.

Mu Feng bit off the thread and said, "The weather is getting colder. This is for Xinxin." He shook out the small dress in his hand. It was embroidered with delicate cloud patterns. "Does it look good?"

Su Yue took it and stroked the fine stitches with her fingertips: "Our Afeng's craftsmanship is of course good." She suddenly held Mu Feng's hand, "But this hand... is full of calluses."

Mu Feng wanted to pull his hand back, but it was held even tighter.

In the moonlight, the corners of his eyes were slightly red: "I... I like doing this."

"I know." Su Yue sighed softly and pulled him into her arms. "I just feel sorry for you."

Mu Feng leaned on Su Yue's shoulder, smelling the familiar scent of ink on her body, and suddenly felt that all the busyness was worth it.

The night wind blew by, bringing the sound of drums from afar.

"Yuer..."

"Um?"

"It's okay." Mu Feng closed his eyes, "I just wanted to call you."

Su Yue understood and kissed the top of his head.

The moonlight is like water, casting the embracing figures on the pillars, quiet and gentle.

The morning light had just penetrated the clouds, and Su Yue was already ready.

In the past two months, she has been like a wound-up mechanical beast, stepping out of the house on time at 3:15 am every day, rain or shine.

On the blue brick floor of the Hanlin Academy, the old officials guarding the gate were already familiar with her brisk footsteps.

"Master Su is the first to arrive today." The old official smiled and pushed open the vermilion lacquer door. "The charcoal fire in the east wing is already lit."

Su Yue nodded in thanks, slipped a few copper coins from his sleeve and handed them over: "It's freezing cold, old man, please make a pot of hot wine to warm yourself up."

Passing through the numerous courtyards, the Hanlin Academy was still immersed in the morning mist.

Su Yue's official boots made a crisp sound as they stepped on the bluestone slabs.

She turned into the bookkeeping room with familiarity, and sure enough, the desk was already piled with documents waiting to be processed - on top was the fragment of "Jinglong Grand Ceremony" that she had marked halfway yesterday.

"Sir, this is the 'Rules and Regulations of the Ministry of Rites' that needs to be proofread today." The new clerk stood respectfully outside the door, holding a thick stack of files.

When Su Yue took the file, she gently stroked the cover with her fingertips, which was still wet with dew.

She casually opened the third volume, her eyes scanning the dense handwriting like a hawk.

"This is wrong." She suddenly pointed to a line of small characters. "The tax record for the third year of Kaiyuan is wrong. The actual amount should be 3.5 million strings of cash, not 2.5 million."

The clerk's eyes widened: "How did you know this, sir? I checked the records of the Ministry of Revenue..."

"The Jinglong Encyclopedia has a detailed record on page 32 of volume 7." Su Yue closed the booklet, her lips curled up slightly. "In the third year of the Kaiyuan period, the Jiangnan region experienced a boom. Suzhou alone paid an additional 400,000 strings of cash. In addition..." she tapped another spot with her fingertips, "the amount of salt tax mentioned here also differs from the 'Shihuo Zhi'."

Su Yue secretly laughed at the clerk's dumbfounded look.

Who would have thought that she would enter the space every time when it was late at night?

There, an entire wall of bookshelves is filled with the most complete collection of classics from past dynasties - some of which are even rare copies that cannot be found in the imperial palace library.

"Go to the storehouse and get the seventh volume of the Jinglong Encyclopedia and you'll know." Su Yue deliberately downplayed it. Looking at the clerk's back as he ran out in a panic, she turned around and took out a small notebook from her sleeve - it was densely packed with key points from various classics.

This ability amazed his colleagues.

No one knew that whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, Su Yue would enter the space to look up information and memorize those obscure classics by heart.

This is the result of her hard study in her space every night.

When I left the Hanlin Academy, the evening drum had already sounded.

Su Yue rubbed her aching neck and looked at the gorgeous sunset in the sky. She suddenly remembered how Lin Yuxuan dazedly pulled her sleeve and said, "Come back early" when she went out this morning.

She couldn't help but quicken her pace - there were a group of hungry little ones at home, and eight husbands that she worried about.