Transmigrating Female Supreme: The Peerless Husband Depends on Me

The joy of promotion has not yet faded when new problems arise.

After the successful peace talks, the northwestern tribes requested mutual trade, but the court was arguing over which goods to allow.

"Tea and silk must not flow out!" The Minister of Revenue said firmly.

Su Yue disagreed. "I've checked the historical records and found that the most in-demand items in the northwest are iron pots and medicinal herbs. We could trade these in limited quantities, which would be both a gesture of kindness and a safety risk." She subtly incorporated modern trade war thinking. "We could also use this to understand their dietary structure..."

When the first group of trade caravans set off, Su Yue stood on the city wall and looked at the long line of people.

The fourth-rank official uniform fluttered in the wind, and she finally touched the outline of power - and this was just the beginning.

When the news of the trade spread, there was an uproar in the court.

The first to speak out in opposition was the Minister of Revenue, Lady Li. She wore a purple robe and jade belt, and her voice was as loud as a bell: "Your Majesty! Tea and silk are the foundation of our dynasty. How can we allow them to fall into the hands of barbarians? If they learn the art of making tea and weaving silk, what will become of our dynasty's advantage?"

The Minister of Works followed closely behind: "Ironware is absolutely unacceptable! If the Northwestern tribes get their hands on fine iron, there's no guarantee they won't forge weapons and use them to retaliate against our dynasty!"

There was a lot of noise in the court. Su Yue stood quietly among the fourth-rank officials, his fingertips gently stroking the memorials in his sleeve.

She spent three nights writing this memorial. Not only did she consult a large number of classics, she also secretly applied modern economic thinking.

"Lord Su," the Empress' voice suddenly rang out, "Since you've proposed a trade agreement, do you have any specific rules?"

Su Yue stepped out of the line and unfolded her memorial. "I have checked the 'Northwest Scenery Records' and discovered that what the barbarians lack most are iron pots and medicinal herbs." Her voice was clear and steady. "Iron pots are heavy and fragile, so they can't carry them with them during battles. As for the medicinal herbs..." She raised her lips slightly. "We can control the proportions in the recipe."

The old master narrowed his eyes and asked, "What do you mean?"

"For example, for medicines to treat colds," Su Yue said calmly, "we can just give them ready-made medicines without teaching them how to prepare them. For another example, we can limit the thickness of iron pots so that they will break after three years." She paused, "More importantly, by controlling these necessities of life, we can understand the population size and settlement of each tribe..."

The Minister of War suddenly slammed his head and said, "Great! Isn't this just a disguised household registration survey?"

The empress and the emperor exchanged glances and nodded at the same time, which was rare.

This subtle movement was seen by all the civil and military officials in the court, and immediately caused a burst of murmurs.

After the imperial edict was issued, Su Yue was officially promoted to the fourth rank Hanlin lecturer, assisting in the Ministry of Rites' foreign affairs.

This woman from a poor family jumped several levels in just a few months and became a new elite in the court.

"Have you heard? Su Yue is going to be promoted again!"

"Why would a poor girl..."

"Shh! I have made real achievements..."

Rumors spread among government offices.

What gave Su Yue the most headache was another matter.

After court that day, Su Yue was "accidentally" encountered outside the palace gate by several important officials.

"Master Su is young and promising!" Censor Wang came over with a smile. "You have a son who is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting..."

Before she could finish, Minister Li interrupted, "Master Su, don't listen to her. My nephew is a very handsome man. He is now working in the Ministry of War. He is a perfect match for you!"

Su Yue smiled awkwardly and declined: "I already have eight husbands at home, it's really..."

"Eight is nothing?" Censor Wang disagreed. "According to the Ming Dynasty Law, a woman should have at least seven husbands. For a pillar of talent like Lord Su, seventeen or eighteen is not too much!"

As the sun was setting, Su Yue's carriage had just turned out of the main street of the capital when it was stopped by the melodious sound of a piano.

"Stop!" The driver reined in his horse urgently and almost knocked over a table with a guqin on it on the side of the road.

Sitting behind the desk was a young man in brocade clothes, with his hair tied up with a jade crown, and his ten fingers fluttering on the strings of the zither like butterflies.

Seeing the carriage stop, he raised his eyes and smiled, his eyes moving: "I am Liu Mingxuan, the son of the head of the Ministry of Rites. I happened to see your carriage and specially presented a song..."

The corner of Su Yue's mouth twitched - this "chance encounter" was too deliberate, the table was even placed in the middle of the road!

"You played three wrong notes in 'The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix.'" Gu Qingyan's cold voice suddenly came from behind the curtain, "The third overtone should be played with the middle finger, but you used the index finger."

Young Master Liu's face froze, and the music of the piano stopped abruptly.

Just as the carriage drove out a hundred meters, there was another "whoosh" sound.

A long sword suddenly flew out from a teahouse on the street and landed steadily on the ground in front of the carriage.

"Master Su, please wait!" A young man in red leaped from the teahouse window, his sleeves fluttering like a butterfly as he landed. He drew his sword and began to dance, the blade gleaming like a stream of silk, chanting as he danced: "Once you've seen the sea, all other waters are but puddles; except for Su Qing, no one is a cloud..."

"This poem..." Zhou Ziqian leaned out of the car window, looking confused, "wasn't it written by Yuan Zhen for his deceased wife?"

The young man in red stumbled and his sword moves became messed up.

Su Yue held her forehead and said, "Hurry up and go."

Unexpectedly, just as I turned the corner, I heard a commotion ahead.

I saw a young man in gorgeous clothes standing in the middle of the road with his arms outstretched. Behind him, a dozen servants were holding a banner with eight big words written on it: "I will not marry anyone but you, and I will be with you through life and death."

"Master Su!" The young man in fine clothes knelt down, "My mother is Zhao Wenjing, the Minister of Justice. I am willing to serve as your attendant, without asking for a formal position..."

"Mr. Zhao, please stand up." Su Yue lifted the carriage curtain with a headache, "I already have..."

"Eight husbands are nothing!" Young Master Zhao said excitedly, "My mother has twenty-seven husbands! I can be the twenty-eighth!"

The car curtain was ripped open, and Gu Qingyan's cold face suddenly appeared: "My wife is a mysophobe and hates dirt."

Master Zhao collapsed to the ground as if struck by lightning.

The carriage finally drove into the alley of Su Mansion, but saw that the alley was full of people.

The young men from various families, some holding flowers and some holding fans, shouted in unison when they saw the carriage approaching: "Sister Su, look at me—"

"Take a detour! Take a detour quickly!" Su Yue was so scared that she kept slapping the car wall.

The driver thought quickly and turned the horse around and rushed into the Prince Ning's mansion next door through the side door.

Zhou Chufan was practicing swordplay in the yard. Seeing this, he burst into laughter: "Sister, have you stirred up a hornet's nest?"

Su Yue collapsed on the stone bench in the palace, feeling hopeless: "Can I take sick leave tomorrow..."

"It's too late." Zhou Chufan pointed at the wall with a gloating look, "Look."

Su Yue looked up and saw a row of young men squatting on the wall, each holding a love poem in their hands and looking at her eagerly.

"Lord Su——"

"Look at the "Xuan Ji Tu" I wrote——"

"I am more virtuous than them all—"

Gu Qingyan drew out his long sword with a clang. A cold light flashed, and the top of the wall was suddenly empty. Only a few pieces of clothes that were cut off by the sword energy fluttered down.

That night, a notice was posted outside the gate of the Su Mansion:

"For matters concerning Nafu, please first pass the Shadow Pavilion's Life and Death Arena."

The signature is Gu Qingyan's flamboyant and elegant one.

From then on, Su Yue's carriage could finally travel unimpeded.