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

"Where would you use someone's body to wipe a table?!"

But Han Zixuan gave him a cold look, and he couldn't help but shrink back.

"Hmph, Miss Murong personally asked you for your name, but you didn't answer."

That's incredibly arrogant! Does he look down on the Murong family?

If they knew they had offended the Murong family, would they still be so calm?

Han Zixuan glanced at her indifferently and then said, "It's just asking for a name!"

Leaving aside the new students, there are naturally doctoral teaching assistants who will introduce and explain.

Besides, do you not know what it looks like to ask someone's name?

Is there any family as powerful as the Murong family? I am neither a member of the Murong family nor a criminal. Why are you asking me questions? I have no right to answer.

Please provide a reasonable explanation, Madam.

Zhuang Xinyan also said, "That's outrageous! Give me a reason!"

The man froze instantly. "I...no...it wasn't..."

They stammered and couldn't give a coherent answer. They had always been like this at the Imperial Academy, and had never been asked such a question before.

After learning of the Murong family's reputation, they all respectfully avoided them.

Why doesn't it work on this person?

Murong Yudie's eyes narrowed slightly, intimidated by Han Zixuan's imposing presence.

"Hehe, since this lady is unwilling to speak, then let's not ask any further!"

Anyway, the teaching assistant will tell us about their situation, and we'll talk about it after we know her situation.

If it was someone from a powerful family, she would naturally accept the loss; but if it was just an ordinary scholar...

Hmph... I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve!

He then glanced at the people beside him, and they reluctantly left.

A moment later, the sound of a copper bell was heard.

Everyone returned to their seats, at which point a middle-aged woman of about fifty walked in through the door.

Her hair was half-white, loosely tied up with an ebony hairpin, which added a touch of casualness.

She was wearing a gray-white long gown with light blue bamboo leaf patterns embroidered on the cuffs and hem.

Although there were fine lines on his face, his phoenix eyes were full of wisdom when they were slightly curved.

He stood solemnly before the podium. The students immediately rose to their feet.

He bowed respectfully and said softly, "Greetings, Dr. Hai!"

"Greetings, students! Please be seated!"

Everyone then sat down in an orderly fashion, and Hai Ruo's eyes swept over them.

He spoke slowly, "Which two students have come to register today? Stand up!"

Just state your name and place of origin.

All the students' eyes were on the two of them.

Especially Zhou Ning, the daughter of the Minister of War, who had just expressed her indignation.

"Hmph, let's see who you are," Murong Yudie said, narrowing her eyes slightly.

Han Zixuan and Zhuang Xinyan immediately stood up and respectfully said, "Student Han Zixuan, a top scholar in the imperial examination, from Mingxi County, Yuntian Prefecture, Chuzhou!"

"Student Zhuang Xinyan, a successful candidate in the imperial examination, from Mingxi County, Yuntian Prefecture, Chuzhou!"

Dr. Hai heard Han Zixuan's eyes light up and then said.

"Han Zixuan, was it you who proposed the strategies for building dikes and increasing grain production two years ago?"

"It is indeed a student!"

Dr. Hai nodded in satisfaction, "Haha...haha...good, I didn't expect that you would be the top scholar in the imperial examination."

"Excellent! Good! I hope you will continue to work hard at the Imperial Academy!"

This Han Zixuan is no ordinary person. Before she arrived, the old master of the Jiang family had arranged for someone to give her special instructions!

This is Grand Tutor Jiang's grand-disciple and the Grand Master of Ceremonies' nephew; we must keep a close eye on him!

"Students, please remember this!"

The students standing nearby looked at Han Zixuan with even more fervent eyes.

Murong Yudie's hands involuntarily clenched tighter.

Han Zixuan! So it was her...

My cousin got into trouble and was demoted, and this person was partly responsible for that.

The Murong family hadn't bothered to cause trouble for this person until today, but they never expected to run into him.

snort,……

Perhaps it was because her gaze was too direct, but Han Zixuan felt that she was being watched.

He immediately locked onto her and turned his head sharply, just in time to meet Murong Yudie's fierce gaze.

Han Zixuan's eyes narrowed, and Murong Yudie slowly withdrew her gaze.

The PhD from Taihai cleared his throat, held a scroll of the "Rites of Zhou" in his hand, and glanced at the students of varying abilities below the stage.

He said in a deep voice, "Today, let us discuss the etiquette and principles of the Imperial Academy—"

Han Zixuan's first day of classes has begun!

Here, the gates of the Prince of Nan'an's mansion are grand, with vermilion gates that exude the mansion's majesty.

The buildings within the mansion are arranged in a staggered and orderly manner, with carved beams and painted rafters. The courtyards are adorned with exotic flowers and plants, and the winding corridors exude luxury and grandeur.

Inside a study, Feng Yu sat quietly, surrounded by the fragrance of ink.

The Xuan paper is spread out, the wolf-hair brush is fully dipped in thick ink, and with a flick of the wrist, the brush moves like a dragon or a snake.

Outside the window, bamboo shadows swayed, and no human voices could be heard except for the soft rustling of pens on paper.

In the silence of the room, the handwriting was like a coiled dragon, its power penetrating the back of the paper.

He paused, raised his wrist to examine the ink characters on the paper, and ran his fingertips along the edge of the paperweight.

Satisfied with the handwriting on the paper, he suddenly asked, "Did you find it?"

The attendant bowed and stepped forward, saying, "Reporting to the Prince, we have found out."

The carriage we encountered on the street that day belonged to the Ruian County Princess's residence, which had just arrived in the capital!

Inside the carriage are the wife and child of the Lady of Ruian County!

"The master of this Ruian County is a country boy, and the second son is the son of a merchant."

Sanlangjun is the legitimate son of the former prime minister, with whom he had severed ties!

The Lady of Ruian County now has three daughters and one son, who has recently passed the provincial examination with top honors.

Today I went to the Imperial Academy to listen to the audio recordings…

After reporting, he did not look up, but respectfully waited for the prince to speak.

Although it's unclear why the Prince is so interested in this Princess Ruian.

But it was not something she could inquire about her master's affairs.

Feng Yu frowned, not satisfied, because she didn't hear the answer she wanted.

Instead, he calmly said, "Investigate further, make sure you find out everything about that Lord Shen, from childhood to adulthood, down to the smallest detail!"

Ever since she met Shen Qingxi that day, she has been completely baffled.

She looks eight or nine points like Xuan'er. Are there really two people in the world who look so alike?

Although He Mingxuan has been gone for almost twenty years!

But in the end, it was her negligence that caused his death along with his unborn child, and he lived with guilt and self-blame for the rest of his life!

Now that she has seen someone who looks like her deceased husband, she desperately wants to know everything about him!

The servant immediately ordered him to leave, and not long after he went out, he encountered a middle-aged man dressed in fine clothes.

The servant's eyes flickered, and he immediately bowed respectfully, "Greetings, Consort Li!"

This Consort Li was dressed in a brocade robe adorned with gold, the lotus scroll pattern embroidered in gold thread gleaming with an air of nobility in the sunlight.

Her head was adorned with a filigree gold crown inlaid with pearls and rubies, and her hairpins and ornaments shimmered with light as they swayed gently.

Although she was over forty years old, her rouge was applied very lightly, which made the dark blue of her eyes appear even more pronounced.

The half-smile at the corner of his lips concealed a calculating intent that others couldn't decipher.

Three or five servants stood behind him, holding tea, snacks, and boxes.

Li Cejun glanced in the direction the attendant had come from and chuckled, "What's Chen Liu rushing off to?"

Chen Liu replied, "Reporting to Consort Li, I will naturally carry out the Prince's orders promptly!"

When Consort Li heard that it was the Prince who gave the order, her eyes darted around, and she asked in a seemingly casual manner.

"Oh... what did the Prince order... I wonder what it is!"