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

Feeling the supernatural power flowing slowly within his body, his mental supernatural power spread out, revealing a panoramic view of the scenery within a radius of twenty meters.

She had only been observing for a moment when she felt a sharp pain in her head, forcing her to quickly withdraw the spiritual energy she had dispersed.

I can't help but complain about how weak this body is, only able to support such a long time and distance.

After adjusting herself, she solidified her body and entered the space again; this was her second special ability.

The space wasn't large, only about 100 square meters, and it contained some things I had collected during the apocalypse.

The nearby spring water is now only a small gurgling stream, and the bottom of it is a small puddle the size of a basin that has just been filled.

Fortunately, the spiritual spring is still there, so a little less won't matter.

I put a few shelves inside to store things, and luckily, a bunch of gold and silver jewelry that I collected as garbage in the apocalypse was still piled up in the corner.

With these, life will be much easier.

After organizing some things that might be useful in ancient times, I fell asleep immediately.

Psychic abilities require deep sleep to replenish them.

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly when a series of urgent knocks on the door woke Han Zixuan up.

"Xuan'er, wake up! It's time to go pick up your husband! Get up quickly, almost everyone in the village has arrived!"

Han Zixuan jumped up from the bed with a start and quickly put on her shoes.

As soon as the door opened, Han's father came in carrying a bright red wedding dress.

Han's father said with a beaming smile, "Come, Xuan'er, this is the wedding dress your father made for you."

"Don't keep the villagers waiting. We borrowed the village chief's mule cart; don't forget to give them a reward later."

Han's father gave Han Zixuan some instructions, and Han Zixuan hurriedly put on the red wedding dress.

The red wedding dress was not made of luxurious materials like silk or satin, but rather of ordinary cotton.

Although the color is red, it has a slightly rustic feel, and the cut of the garment is simple with no excessive embellishment.

Only at the collar and cuffs is a simple meander pattern embroidered with fine red thread, seemingly expressing a quiet wish for happiness.

A matching fabric belt was tied around her waist, the knot neatly fastened, and a circle of twin lotus flowers was embroidered on the hem of her skirt, cascading down to her ankles.

Her hair was casually tied up on top of her head with a red ribbon. Looking at the clothes she was wearing, she couldn't help but admire her father's skill.

When Han's father opened the door and saw Han Zixuan's appearance, tears streamed down his face.

But a smile played on his lips as he praised, "Xuan'er, you look so beautiful! My lady, our Xuan'er is getting married, can you see?"

"Hurry, don't be late!!" As soon as Han Zixuan went out, she saw that a lot of people had already gathered in her yard.

Han Zixuan felt uncomfortable as everyone's eyes turned to her.

However, he quickly bowed to everyone and said, "Thank you all for your help today!"

Her action stunned everyone present for a moment.

This Han family girl has finally figured things out; when has she ever been polite to them? For a moment, no one knew how to start a conversation.

At this moment, village chief Zhang Guihua said with a smile, "Hehe, alright, Lady Han, don't delay any longer, let's set off as soon as possible."

"Okay, Aunt Zhang is coming right away."

They walked quickly to the mule cart in front, sat down, and traveled for about an hour with music playing all the way to Qingxi Village.

Upon reaching the village entrance, Han Zixuan once again received everyone's attention.

However, he was not intimidated and strode to the front of the Shen family's house.

The Shen family's courtyard consisted of a simple thatched-roof house enclosed by a fence.

Han Zixuan frowned and looked over. Was the Shen family really that poor?

However, he still stepped forward respectfully and saw Shen's mother and father.

Shen's mother was only in her forties, but her face was as bark as a tree, full of deep wrinkles, with high cheekbones and gray hair.

His eyes, however, revealed shrewdness and calculation as he looked at Han Zixuan with a smile.

"Aunt Shen, Uncle Shen, I've come to pick up Qingxi!"

Mother Shen quickly replied, "My daughter-in-law Qingxi will be out right away, but..."

He looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated, then nudged Mr. Shen next to him with his elbow.

Han Zixuan frowned as she watched their subtle actions, signaling for them to speak.

What's going on with the Shen family? Could something be wrong?

Mr. Shen glanced around and yawned, saying, "Haha, daughter-in-law, Qingxi is our only son."

"From now on, he's your husband, Han. How are we going to live from now on...?"

As she spoke, she suddenly started wiping away tears, leaving Han Zixuan completely bewildered.

Shen's mother also looked distressed, glancing at Han Zixuan every now and then.

Han Zixuan pretended not to see it; she wanted to see what the Shen family was up to.

Seeing that Han Zixuan seemed oblivious, Shen's mother and father stopped beating around the bush.

“Daughter-in-law, your dowry is still a bit too little. Your mother-in-law and I feel that it is a bit unfair to marry my Qingxi off to that family.”

"How about this, you can add another five taels of silver, oh no, three taels will do."

Han Zixuan looked at the two of them with a playful expression, "Aunt Shen, the betrothal gifts were all agreed upon beforehand."

My father had already sent everything over long ago.

"Now that the wedding is about to take place, it seems a bit inappropriate for you to ask for more betrothal gifts."

It's hilarious how she reacted; she wasn't really keen on accepting the marriage arrangement that had been made before she came.

He only agreed to come so as not to worry his father, but he didn't expect the Shen family to pull this stunt.

"Twenty taels of betrothal gifts are not enough. We need to add another five taels if Aunt Shen is not satisfied with this marriage."

"Then return the betrothal gifts, and we'll call off this marriage!"

Han Zixuan wasn't going to tolerate them, and the Shen family got anxious.

Oh no, I ordered too much. I should have ordered two ounces. It's all that troublemaker's fault.

Ms. Shen glared at Mr. Shen and stood aside with a long face.

The scene became tense, and the people outside craned their necks to look inside.

"Isn't this the bride welcoming her husband? Why is she standing still in the yard!"

"Hey, didn't you hear? The Shen family thinks the betrothal gifts for Qingxi are too low, so they're asking the Han family's lady for more money!"

"Oh my, the Shen family is really asking for the moon! Twenty taels is too little!"

In our area, who would spend ten taels of silver to marry off a husband?

Twenty taels of silver could buy two husbands.

"Ha! I think the Shen family isn't marrying off their son, they're selling him!"

The people outside were talking very loudly, and the people standing in the courtyard could hear them.

Mr. Shen's expression changed, and he shouted at the neighbors who were watching the commotion outside.

"What business is it of yours if I want to sell or marry off my son? Humph, even if your son wanted to sell, no one would buy him!"

They're all like people with conjunctivitis; they just can't stand seeing others do well.

They had no choice; none of their three daughters were married yet.

They had already intended to sell their youngest son, but were hesitant about whether to sell him to a brothel or to the slave market.

However, the price was not ideal; the Yuejunlou restaurant was only willing to offer a maximum of fifteen taels.

Fortunately, when Han's father came to propose marriage, they offered a high dowry of twenty taels of silver.

If Han's father doesn't agree, then they plan to sell Shen Qingxi to Yuejunlou.

Unexpectedly, Han's father agreed, and they regretted asking for less.

They discussed it at home, which led to this situation today.

Han Zixuan did not intend to linger. She coughed lightly and said, "Husband of the Shen family, please return all the betrothal gifts and wedding dress to my Han family."

"It will be good to go back and explain to my father. I won't hold your young master back any longer!"

Before Mr. and Mrs. Shen could say anything, a figure suddenly rushed out from the inner room!