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

Shen Qingxi said with a smile, "We feel like we've been in Kyoto for a few days now."

I'll be staying in Kyoto for a long time, so I'd like to go out and explore!

Brother Jinglan said Chenghua Temple on the outskirts of Beijing is nice, and we'd like to go see it. We said we'd discuss it with my wife when she gets back!

Han Zixuan nodded with a smile, "It's time to go out for a stroll; staying cooped up in the mansion all the time won't do."

Ji Beichen said slowly, "Then when will my wife have time? Our family can go together!"

It's naturally more fun to go on a trip as a family.

An Jinglan and Shen Qingxi both looked expectant.

Han Zixuan sighed and said apologetically, "I have just entered the Imperial Academy, and I am afraid I will not be able to accompany you."

She had just arrived in Kyoto and was only a minor scholar at the provincial level.

In Kyoto, where even dropping a brick could hit a third-rank official.

She only has that little bit of a hollow reputation.

In order for her husband and children to live a stable life, she must have sufficient power and status.

Therefore, she must be called the top scholar without any error.

I don't intend to waste a single moment...

The group looked somewhat disappointed after hearing this.

Han Zixuan said softly, "When do you plan to go? Bring your guards."

"And servants..."

Ever since Han Lingxi made that blunder last time, Han Zixuan has been putting He Jing and the others on a much higher level.

Their daily training was increased several times over, and Han Zixuan even secretly used the spiritual spring water in her space to change their physique.

The purpose was to make them stronger and gradually transform them into a truly capable guard team.

Not only that, but when she arrived in Kyoto, she also had Qiutong buy more than thirty teenagers aged eleven or twelve.

Let them train with He Jing and Chen Le to gradually build up their strength.

Needless to say, she filled a quarter of her 200-square-meter space with treasures.

In addition to the previous looting of Prince Rui's treasury, there was also the old stock of Dragon Tiger Stronghold.

Ningxiang Pavilion's two stores receive over 200,000 taels of dividends every month.

They had accumulated several million taels of silver.

The family may live a life of wealth and luxury, but can they remain secure and avoid being coveted or even dared not be coveted by others?

This requires personal strength...

This is why she had to become the top scorer in the exam; having certain abilities would give her more confidence.

Han Zixuan not only wants to become the top scholar in the imperial examination, but also wants to gain a firm foothold in Fenglin Kingdom.

You must make sufficient plans in order to protect your loved ones from the wind and rain.

"Don't worry, my lady, we'll be careful..."

The following day, the weather was clear, and three vermilion carriages from the Han family drove over the bluestone road.

Because there are many people, they bring a lot of things.

There were three carriages in total, and Shen Qingxi and An Jinglan rode in one with the child.

Ji Beichen and Han's father sat in the back with the twins.

The last carriage was loaded with clothes, supplies, and milk for several children!

A dozen or so guards followed on either side of the carriage as the group made their way to the city gate.

The October wind, carrying a frosty chill, crept into the carriage curtain, only to be met with a bump from Han Lingxi's protruding head.

Looking at the golden waves of ginkgo leaves surging on both sides of the road, she clapped her hands and stomped her feet excitedly.

"Wow... Ah... Look... Daddy!"

Shen Qingxi quickly hugged her and looked out the window, "Ah, I see it, Little Lingxi... Can you see it? The leaves have turned yellow!"

Hearing the noise, Xiao Ruoxi also widened her eyes in curiosity.

She couldn't sit still in Qingtao's arms at all. "Fourth Miss, please slow down!"

Seeing this, An Jinglan chuckled and said, "She's just curious about what her older sister is looking at!"

Shen Qingxi murmured from the side, "Hehe...children are curious about everything!"

Let's bring it over and watch it together; that way, we'll avoid the hassle!

An Jinglan nodded, took Xiao Ruoxi from Qingtao's hands, and placed her next to Han Lingxi.

The two sisters chatted happily. "Ah... um... look!"

Meanwhile, a commotion broke out in another carriage as Yu An and Yu Ning, two identical faces, squeezed together by the carved window.

Neither would give way, their little hands shoving each other, "Ah...ah...ah!"

The embroidered gold-threaded robe was torn to shreds, and the person still wouldn't stop, leaning out of the car window to peer inside.

The servants hurriedly grabbed the young master and young lady who were about to climb out of the carriage window.

Zhi Xia, Uncle Qi quickly stopped her, saying, "My little darlings, be careful not to catch a chill!"

Ji Beichen was really having a headache looking at the two noisy siblings.

Mr. Han said with a worried look, "Sigh, it's late autumn now, we can't let them be exposed to the wind like this!"

It would be terrible if you caught a cold!

Uncle Qi nodded and quickly pulled Yu An and Yu Ning back into the carriage.

They put several small wooden toys together to amuse the two of them.

Little did they know that a group of people was heading in the same direction as them.

The two black carriages, with their bodies inlaid with black iron patterns and ebony inlaid with copper nails, were elegant and simple, with gilded tiger head finials hanging from the shafts.

The dark brocade carriage curtains were embroidered with taotie patterns, and the wheels were covered with thick iron armor, making a steady, muffled sound as they rolled over the stone road.

It exudes an aura that keeps strangers at bay.

A few soft coughs and a worried voice came from inside the car!

“Father, I can go to Chenghua Temple by myself.”

Your body can't take any more strain!

With a worried expression, Madam Yang stepped forward to serve Old Master He, gently patting his back.

Inside the carriage, Old Master He leaned against the black brocade cushion, his withered hands resting limply on the tiger-skin rug.

His eyes were sunken, his cloudy pupils were covered with a layer of gray, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes piled up like the gnarled roots of an old tree.

His loose skin had a bluish-gray tinge, and his cheekbones protruded sharply, as if one could see his bony frame through his thin, translucent skin.

His sallow lips were cracked and bleeding, and his breathing was intermittent and labored.

He raised his hand to stop Yang's actions, "Cough cough... cough cough... alas... this old man's health is deteriorating day by day... it's rare to have such a fine day today!"

Cough cough... But... I'm afraid that in the future, even if I wanted to come... I wouldn't be able to! Alas!

"Yun'er...is at the border...and I don't know when she'll be able to return...!"

I...I'm afraid...I won't be able to see her one last time!

"It would be better for my old bones to go to Chenhua Temple to offer incense and pray for Yun'er and the He family's safety!"

Madam Yang looked worried. "Father...please don't say that."

You will be alright, your wife is not here... but you also know that she often sends letters home!

They were very concerned about you, Father, and said that there had been no unusual activity at the border.

"There shouldn't be any more battles, and we should be able to return home soon!"

Old Master He's cloudy eyes flickered a few times, and he sighed softly as his thoughts drifted away.

“Oh… Yun’er…”

Will he ever see his daughter again...?

The scenery outside the window rushed past, and the car wheels spun rapidly as we headed towards Chenghua Temple.

When the morning mist shrouds the mountains like a light veil, Chenghua Temple appears and disappears halfway up the mountain.

Dark green glazed tiles float above the sea of ​​clouds. Red walls meander along the mountainside, half swallowed by the sound of pine trees and half reaching into the morning glow.

When the copper bells on the eaves sway gently in the wind, the distant Zen sound mixed with the morning bell, wrapped in the cold air of the mountains, spreads throughout the entire mountain!