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

As the weather grew colder, everyone noticed something was wrong.

Inside Mingjing Academy, Ji Xiao pulled his cloak tighter around himself.

"Why is it getting cold so early this year? I've already taken out my thickest clothes and put them on!"

Han Zixuan looked at the sky with a serious expression. Today is the sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, and there are still two days before the blizzard arrives!

Fortunately, she had Liu Hua secretly purchase grain and charcoal several times in the past few days.

I also bought a lot of cotton clothes and quilts, and piled them up in the space to make sure everything was in order.

With a serious expression, Han Zixuan said to everyone, "There's a chance of heavy snow this year, so it's best to keep plenty of charcoal and blankets at home."

Ji Xiao didn't seem to care. "It's nothing, it's just a bit colder than in previous years."

"The charcoal fire and quilts for winter are already prepared at home, so I don't need to worry about it!"

Several classmates gathered together also chimed in, "No matter how cold it is, it can't stop our will to study."

Zhuang Xinyan said arrogantly, "If you can't even stand a little chill, you'd better give up now! Otherwise you'll just waste your time!"

Ji Xiao was displeased and indignant. "Hey, Zhuang Xinyan, can you please stop having that deadpan expression all the time?"

We were just talking about how cold the weather was, and you launched into a lecture.

Anyone who didn't know better would think you were a great scholar from somewhere! Humph!

Zhuang Xinyan frowned. "You...you're hopeless!"

"Hehe, we're all rotten wood to each other, but you're the good stuff. Let's ignore her."

Ji Xiao ignored her words and started chatting with the others.

Han Zixuan was already used to it; the two of them were just like fighting cocks.

They started arguing about saving face, and Han Zixuan asked Ji Xiao several times why the two were bickering.

"Sigh, she's always disliked me since I was little, and I don't know why!"

Anyway, she never really gains anything from it.

His words were ambiguous, and Zhuang Xinyan also looked down on him.

Han Zixuan didn't take it to heart. It was just that she was sharp-tongued, and Han Zixuan didn't have time to argue with her.

Over time, he became immune to Zhuang Xinyan's sarcastic remarks!

As the gong sounded, Lin Moyan entered, wearing a large coat.

"Today I will talk about the previous test and the results of this test."

There are two students in Class A: Zhuang Xinyan and Han Zixuan!

The crowd below erupted in cheers. Han Zixuan remained calm, while Zhuang Xinyan looked at Han Zixuan with a serious expression.

It was quite unexpected that Han Zixuan could get the same grade as her.

Lin Moyan changed the subject and said to Han Zixuan, "However, Han Zixuan's handwriting is really not good. I will check it when you go back and write ten large characters."

Han Zixuan, her face darkening, replied, "Yes, Master!"

When Han Zixuan was on her way home, she saw a group of people standing in front of her house.

They were all dressed in uniform, with the leader wearing brocade robes and looking like someone of high status or wealth.

A woman carrying a knife was about to knock on the door when Han Zixuan stopped her.

"Who are you people?" After saying that, his psychic abilities instantly spread out, surveying the area around the Han family's residence.

With no abnormalities found in her family and everything around the yard normal, Han Zixuan cautiously looked at everyone.

Everyone turned around and saw Han Zixuan dressed in a simple school uniform.

He looked at everyone with an imposing aura and a wary expression.

Xue Shanshan carefully examined Han Zixuan from head to toe and found that she posed no threat.

Upon seeing this, he cupped his hands in greeting and said, "Oh, Your Majesty, we are here to find someone, and we mean no harm!"

They were from the Xue family of Jinzhou, and they first found Qingshan Village by following the address.

But the villagers said that the people had already moved away. After making many inquiries, they finally learned from the village chief where the Han family was now living!

Han Zixuan asked coldly, "Who are you looking for?"

Xue Shanshan smiled and asked, "Does this lady know if the owner of this house is surnamed Han?"

We came from Qingshan Village to find Han Zixuan.

After hearing about Qingshan Village, Han Zixuan relaxed her guard a bit.

"I am Han Zixuan!" She came from Qingshan Village to find me.

I only told the village chief, Aunt Zhang, where I lived in the county town. Could it be that Aunt Zhang has something to do?

Xue Shanshan was very excited when she heard that this person was the one they were looking for.

"Miss Han, my name is Xue Shanshan, and I'm from Jinzhou!"

Han Zixuan suddenly realized that An Jinglan had mentioned that his grandparents' home was in Jinzhou.

Could this be... his family?

"My cousin's surname is An. I received his letter a few days ago and came here immediately!"

Han Zixuan then nodded, "Are you his relatives?"

"Yes, yes! How's my cousin doing?"

Xue Shanshan was somewhat anxious. She had received orders from her mother to bring her cousin back to Jinzhou safely.

Han Zixuan nodded and led the person back to the main hall of the Han residence in the backyard.

It was too cold, so Shen Qing and An Jinglan gathered around the stove and chatted.

An Jinglan's complexion has improved considerably after this period of recuperation, although her face is still somewhat pale.

After all, losing a lot of blood will eventually take time to recover.

The two were discussing various flower patterns when Shen Qingxi looked at one of them and said, "This twin lotus flower is suitable for my wife."

You could make a set of moon-white dresses and then embroider this flower on them.

"Brother Jinglan, what do you think?"

“Yeah, not bad!”

An Jinglan blushed deeply. How could he, an outsider, speak of such an intimate matter between husband and wife, where the husband was making clothes for his wife?

But Qingxi looked completely innocent, seemingly unaware that something was amiss.

"Ahem, Qingxi can decide for herself!"

Shen Qingxi looked dejected and said, "Brother Jinglan, I'm afraid I won't do well. Could you help me?"

An Jinglan's expression was somewhat unnatural. "Qingxi, I... am not suitable, cough cough!"

"You should embroider it yourself. I'm sure Ms. Han will like it no matter what!"

She likes you so much.

Just then, Jiang Gong entered and announced, "My lord and mistress have returned!"

Shen Qingxi's face immediately lit up with joy, "My wife is back!"

Han Zixuan heard Shen Qingxi's voice from the doorway, and couldn't help but smile.

He quickened his pace and entered the main hall, where An Jinglan saw Xue Shanshan looking surprised.

"Cousin!" Xue Shanshan was equally pleased to see An Jinglan, but she was mostly relieved.

Looking An Jinglan up and down, he saw that the man was only a little pale and there was nothing else wrong with him.

Although what he wore was not as fine as silk or satin, it was still a clean robe.

Thankfully, my cousin met a kind-hearted person.

Han Zixuan spoke up, "Young Master An, is it true that this person is your cousin?" We should still ask the person in question.

An Jinglan nodded slightly, her eyes reddening slightly. "Yes, she is my cousin!"

Han Zixuan didn't delay their reunion, and said with a smile, "I suppose you have something to say, and we shouldn't disturb you. You can talk slowly!"

After saying that, he took the stunned Shen Qingxi and left!

Outside the courtyard, Han Zixuan gently squeezed the soft object in her hand and asked softly.

"I'm not home, so what is Qingxi busy with?"

Shen Qingxi naturally rested her head on Han Zixuan's shoulder.

"I was just talking about flower patterns with Brother Jinglan!"

I plan to make a new dress for my wife.

Han Zixuan smiled and nodded, "Wow, Qingxi is so amazing! Then I'll be waiting!"

Shen Qingxi lowered her head and murmured to herself, "But, my wife, Qingxi's cooking skills aren't very good! Please don't mind!"

Han Zixuan ruffled Shen Qingxi's fluffy head. "I like anything Qingxi makes!"