Transmigrating to a Female-Dominated World: Pampering My Little Husband

At night, after tidying everything up, the two returned to their room.

Han Zixuan gently pulled Qingxi to her side and softly stroked Shen Qingxi's face.

"Does it still hurt?"

Qingxi was still a little nervous and slightly increased the distance between them.

Shaking his head, "My lady...it doesn't hurt anymore!"

Han Zixuan noticed Qingxi's evasiveness and her heart skipped a beat. She slightly raised her eyelids and quickly changed the subject.

"By the way, Qingxi, I saw some jewelry in the county town today, and I think it's quite nice and would suit you very well."

After saying that, he took out a silver hairpin and a jade clasp from his bosom.

Upon seeing the two exquisite pieces of jewelry, Shen Qingxi quickly waved her hand, "My lady... I don't need them... they're too precious!"

Han Zixuan ignored his refusal and inserted the hairpin into Qingxi's hair.

With the jade pendant around her neck, she sincerely praised, "Qingxi is so beautiful!"

Hearing the praise, Shen Qingxi blushed. "My wife...you don't need to be so good to me!"

"It's only right that I treat you well, since you're my husband! I must have scared you today!"

I promise this will never happen again.

Han Zixuan stared intently into Shen Qingxi's eyes.

Shen Qingxi lowered her eyes slightly, not daring to look directly at him, and nodded gently, "I believe in my wife!"

At night, Han Zixuan held the person in her arms, looking at their sleeping face.

Han Zixuan secretly vowed that she must become stronger to give Shen Qingxi enough security!

The next morning, Han Zixuan got up early to pack her things.

Today, smog rose, and the village was faintly visible in the mist, as if it had been gently draped in a thin veil by nature.

Han Zixuan stood outside the door looking towards the back mountain.

The mountains were only vaguely outlined in the morning mist, blending into the sky like a light ink landscape painting.

In the distance, the farmhouses, scattered in a neat and orderly fashion, were shrouded in the morning mist, and wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys slowly blended into the fog.

Occasionally, a few barks of dogs could be heard from the depths of the village, only to be swallowed up by the thick fog, making the village seem peaceful and serene.

I thought to myself, this feeling is wonderful!

He turned around and went into the kitchen to start cooking: porridge with pickled vegetables, and then fried an egg.

After a simple breakfast was prepared, Shen Qingxi and Han's father came out!

After one night, Qingxi's face had almost fully recovered, and there was no longer any redness or swelling.

When he saw the prepared food on the table, he looked at Han's father with a guilty conscience.

Honestly, he overslept and even made his wife cook. Father must be furious.

However, Mr. Han felt nothing was wrong; his daughter Xuan'er was becoming more and more filial, and she was even cooking for him!

My lady, did you see that?

The three of them had their own thoughts during the meal. After the meal, Han Zixuan handed over the jewelry to her father.

"Father bought jewelry for you and Qingxi yesterday, but forgot to give it to you!"

Mr. Han quickly declined, waving his hand, "At my age, what need do I have for jewelry?"

"Father, please don't refuse. This is a token of my affection!"

I noticed you've been wearing that wooden hairpin in your hair for quite a while now; it's a good time to change it.

Qingxi also has a share, so please don't refuse. I'll go to the mountains to collect some more firewood today; we're almost out!

After Han Zixuan finished speaking, she strode out, leaving her father looking at the things in his hands.

Lost in deep thought, when had his Xuan'er ever been so thoughtful?

His aged hands began to tremble uncontrollably as he thought about the changes in Han Zixuan over the past few days.

The more he thought about it, the colder his heart became, and he staggered back to his room.

Looking at the memorial tablets on the table, his eyes filled with tears, "My lady... Xuan'er... Waaah!"

Shen Qingxi finished tidying up the kitchen and heard crying coming from inside the house, so she rushed in to check.

"Father, Father, what's wrong?"

Shen Qingxi thought that Han's father was feeling unwell, but when she entered the room, she saw Han's father holding a memorial tablet and crying.

Although she didn't know what was going on, she hurriedly went over to help him up, saying, "Dad, please get up! The ground is cold."

Upon hearing the sound, Han's father instantly remembered something and grabbed Shen Qingxi's arm.

"Qingxi, have you seen the birthmark on Xuan'er's lower back?"

Han Zixuan was born with a red birthmark shaped like a leaf on her lower back.

Shen Qingxi was stunned, his face instantly turned red, and he blinked slightly. He had never seen his wife's body before, so he couldn't see it at all. He gently shook his head!

Han's father collapsed to the ground, his heart filled with despair.

Seeing Han's father's dejected expression, Shen Qingxi quickly spoke up.

"Father, I have never seen the wife's body, so I don't know if she has any birthmarks!"

Mr. Han's eyes widened in disbelief, and he guessed, "You...you didn't consummate your marriage?"

Shen Qingxi was completely bewildered. What did this have to do with consummating the marriage?

"Father, isn't it considered consummating our marriage if my wife and I sleep together every day?"

Han's father was completely bewildered by these words. No... what's going on?

I've tidied up my words; I don't have time to cry now.

"Yeah, that's it, Xuan'er, did you and I do that while you were naked...?"

Shen Qingxi was still completely bewildered. The thought of his wife not wearing clothes made his face turn bright red, like a boiled shrimp.

Han's father was suspicious. "No way, this Qingxi..." Then, as if remembering something, he rolled up Shen Qingxi's sleeve.

Sure enough, I saw that carefree red mole. Could it be that Xuan'er is impotent?

Ahem, the question isn't whether it's feasible or not.

It's not certain yet that this Xuan'er is his Xuan'er!

"Qingxi, can you do your father a favor?" He looked at Shen Qingxi with pleading eyes.

"Father, what do you say?"

"Boss, you're like this..." Shen Qingxi nodded, her face flushed.

"Uh-huh!"

Han Zixuan, deep in the mountains, looked down into the bottomless ravine.

It was pitch black inside, with not a single ray of light coming through. Han Zixuan picked up a stone from the ground.

They threw it in, and after a few breaths they heard the sound of stones colliding.

"Ha, finally found a perfect spot. I doubt anyone would dare come here."

Throw the four corpses from the space down!

Even the sound was inaudible. "Everyone, remember to go down and properly apologize to Han Zixuan!"

He sneered, lifted his foot, and vanished from the spot in an instant.

They reappeared under a towering tree!

Han Zixuan frowned as she felt something foreign under her feet.

Looking down, I saw that something covered in burrs had a crack.

There were a few brown fruits inside, and Han Zixuan smiled.

"Sigh, chestnuts, I never expected to run into one here!"

"I'll pick some to take back and make roasted chestnuts and chestnut stewed chicken for Dad and Qingxi..."

Just thinking about Han Zixuan made his mouth water, so he quickly put down the basket.

Looking up at the tall chestnut tree, he leaped up onto a branch.

He grabbed the tree branch and shook it wildly.

Chestnut balls fell one by one, fluttering down the tree. Seeing that there were only a few left, Han Zixuan stopped.

If you gather all the chestnuts from the area together, you'll find about 200 jin (100 kg).

Move them all into the space, making room to continue moving elsewhere.

They didn't let any prey they encountered along the way go to waste, and caught five pheasants and three rabbits.

There was also a wild goat. Han Zixuan saw that the goat's belly was bulging, so she didn't kill it.

They found a vine, tied it to the sheep, and led it along. This was because of the sheep's bond.

She could only walk down the mountain step by step, and along the way she encountered a wild ginseng.

Roughly estimated, it's been about 180 years!

I put it in my space, found a spiritual spring, and planted it to see if it could survive in the space.