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

Teaching assistant Qian led Han Zixuan and Zhuang Xinyan into a spacious classroom.

"This will be the classroom where you will study from now on..."

Teaching assistant Qian carefully explained some of the rules and precautions of the Imperial College to Han Zixuan.

"Thank you, Assistant Professor Qian. We are all aware of this. Thank you for your trouble." Han Zixuan quickly expressed her gratitude.

To everyone's surprise, Assistant Instructor Qian laughed and said, "Hehe, it's nothing. The Grand Tutor mentioned yesterday that you were coming..."

"At the Imperial Academy, as my senior, I naturally must take good care of him."

Han Zixuan then remembered what Grand Tutor Jiang had said when she was at the Jiang family.

Upon hearing Assistant Qian refer to himself as his senior, he immediately realized what was happening and bowed respectfully.

"My daughter was rude and did not know you were her senior brother. I hope you will forgive her."

"Oh, it's nothing. It was just that I didn't reveal my identity first, haha."

The Grand Tutor had many students, and I was just one of the most inconspicuous ones.

Now I work as a teaching assistant at the Imperial Academy. If you have any questions, feel free to come and find me.

Han Zixuan immediately said seriously, "Then I thank you in advance, Uncle Qian."

I never imagined that she would have connections within the academy one day.

Before leaving, Assistant Professor Qian said a few words with a solemn expression.

"I know you are very learned, but I still have to say a word to you."

The Imperial College (Guozijian) brought together students from all over the country, and the relationships between them were quite complex.

I shouldn't say too much or interfere; I'll just have to be more careful myself.

Assistant Instructor Qian spoke cryptically, but his few words of advice led Han Zixuan to guess that this Imperial Academy...

It's probably not as wonderful as it seems.

A slight nod indicates understanding, but one should be extra cautious when in an unfamiliar place.

The college is also a small society, especially since most of the students here are children of officials.

There will naturally be friction between families. The assistant teacher probably meant to say that he didn't want to get involved.

She didn't have the time or inclination for that, and hoped these people wouldn't bother her with unnecessary trouble.

But that's all in the future. She and Zhuang Xinyan exchanged a glance.

I found two empty seats in the classroom and began to read.

Another quarter of an hour later, they heard some noise at the door.

It turned out that a group of students had returned. Han Zixuan looked up and saw that many students were dressed in matching moon-white outfits.

Several people were covered in grass clippings and mud.

It seemed the previous lesson was archery, and the others who came in turned their attention to the two people inside.

They glanced at each other and then sat back down in their seats.

However, some people were making unrestrained jokes.

"Hey, two new classmates have arrived at the school!"

"Never seen it before, whose is it?"

"I don't know, it doesn't look like it's from Kyoto!"

"Ha, could it be some country bumpkin from some remote, impoverished place again!"

"Ha ha!"

"Haha, I think it looks like..."

The crowd burst into laughter, but Han Zixuan didn't take their jeers to heart.

Looking up, I saw five or six people gathered together, with one person in the center.

The woman surrounded in the middle had her black hair tied up high, with a gold hairpin inserted into it.

Her eyebrows, like distant mountains, slanted upwards towards her temples; her eyes, with their upturned corners, held a cold, sharp edge; her nose was like jade and her lips like cinnabar.

A pale white riding outfit with tight sleeves accentuated her slender figure, and an air of arrogance flowed from her eyes as she glanced around.

His eyes met Han Zixuan's, and he pointed to the woman beside him.

Go ask them!

Upon hearing the order, he immediately went to Han Zixuan's side.

He had an arrogant look on his face and even put one foot directly on Han Zixuan's table.

The man's feet were still covered in mud and dirt, which immediately made a mess of the table in front of Han Zixuan.

He arrogantly demanded, "Who...are you? Tell me your name right now!"

He looks like he's from the countryside. Hmph, good thing, he's already tired of that guy from not long ago!

Here comes another one, hehe, I'd better make a good impression on Miss Murong.

Han Zixuan did not respond, but just looked at the mud splattered on her sleeve.

Her face was full of displeasure; these were clothes that Jinglan had specially made for her.

She cherished all the clothes her husbands made for her!

Now this person has dirtied it!

He looked up at the woman, and the icy coldness in his eyes instantly made her freeze.

I couldn't help but blink; this country bumpkin's eyes were so scary.

But looking back at the people behind him, he immediately regained his confidence.

"I'm asking you a question? Are you mute or something...?"

Han Zixuan frowned and said coldly, "Wipe the table clean!"

The woman paused for a moment, then looked at her feet. "What..."

"Heh, what did you say? You country bumpkin, I'm asking you a question, don't interrupt me."

He then stomped on Han Zixuan's desk a few more times, even harder.

The entire table was covered in mud, as Zhuang Xinyan noticed.

He said indignantly, "You are so rude! How can you put your foot on someone else's table?"

When the woman saw Zhuang Xinyan coming over, she also sneered, "Hehe, another country bumpkin."

"Hmph, so what if I stepped on it? I'm doing you a favor by stepping on it!"

"You... your shameless behavior is unworthy of a scholar!" He pointed angrily at the woman.

The people behind her burst into laughter upon hearing her words!

"Tsk tsk, not bad...not bad, looks like a jumping sheep."

Zhuang Xinyan frowned, about to get angry again, but Han Zixuan stopped her.

Han Zixuan stood up from her seat and was actually half a head taller than the woman opposite her.

The woman couldn't help but swallow hard, but she stubbornly refused to put her foot down.

He had an expression that said, "I don't trust you, what can you do to me?"

Han Zixuan raised an eyebrow, moved closer to the woman, and grabbed her collar.

He pressed the person down on his table and rubbed them back and forth—this scene happened too quickly.

Before anyone could react, they stared blankly as Han Zixuan dragged someone to wipe their table clean.

The woman, covered in mud, shouted, "My mother is a military officer in the Ministry of War! Tell me her name!"

Han Zixuan simply gave a faint "oh" and didn't express any further emotion.

At this moment, the group of people gathered together immediately came to their senses.

The five of them approached Han Zixuan, and Murong Yudie looked surprised as she moved her eyes around.

"Heh, it seems this female ruler has quite a background!"

My name is Murong Yudie. May I ask how this lady is addressed?

Han Zixuan merely glanced at them coldly and said indifferently.

"If you want to ask for a name, just ask directly. Why send a pawn?"

She was unaware that the woman was acting so presumptuously because she was acting on her orders.

However, Murong Yudie's eyes flickered slightly as she said calmly, "Perhaps Lady Zhou did not understand what I meant."

His behavior was somewhat unseemly, but surely the Queen didn't need to act rashly!

Han Zixuan's eyes narrowed upon hearing Murong Yudie's name.

There aren't many people with the surname Murong in Kyoto, could it be...?

"Yes...yes, why did I attack you just because I asked your name?"

The others in the classroom also turned around curiously to watch this scene.

Han Zixuan clapped her hands and said, "If we make a move, this lady will not be standing here unharmed!"

It was merely a matter of wiping the table that the queen had dirtied, in accordance with her wishes.