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

Han Zixuan gently patted Shen Qingxi's back.

She gave him a firm look and said softly, "Qingxi... it's okay if you don't want to tell me."

Shen Qingxi lowered her head slightly, unable to describe her feelings.

Lady Yang said softly, her eyes pleading, "Lord Shen..."

Shen Qingxi felt a sense of urgency urging him to agree.

I just can't bring myself to say no.

After a moment's thought, he nodded gently, "I'm willing to go and see that old man!"

Overwhelmed with emotion, Ms. Yang quickly expressed her gratitude.

"Thank you, Lord Shen..." for granting their impolite request.

Han Zixuan looked at Shen Qingxi and nodded slightly.

Jiang Qing and Cui Shi breathed a sigh of relief, and the group went directly to the Weiyuan General's Mansion by carriage!

Han Zixuan and Shen Qingxi were sitting in a carriage.

Shen Qingxi looked up at his wife and said softly.

"My lady... do you think it's inappropriate for Qingxi to agree to this?"

Han Zixuan frowned slightly and said softly, "Why would Qingxi think that way? Not everything is simply a matter of right and wrong."

As long as you feel that doing this doesn't go against your own conscience, that's fine!

Shen Qingxi then relaxed a little.

Han Zixuan was also very conflicted, not knowing how to tell Shen Qingxi about his background!

We don't know much about the He family yet, and it's still unknown whether this He Mingxuan is the same person as the He Mingxuan mentioned by the Shen family.

Never mind, let's talk about it after we get back from the He family!

Outside the carriage, heavy, leaden clouds pressed down, and large raindrops pelted the top of the carriage.

Rain curtains fell from the upturned corners, weaving a white veil, and soon they arrived at the General Weiyuan's Mansion.

Madam Yang led her people to Old Master He's courtyard.

"Lady Han, Lord Shen, please come with me!"

Han Zixuan immediately stepped aside to shield Shen Qingxi from the raindrops that were drifting over; autumn rain is the coldest of seasons.

To keep her husband from getting wet in the rain, Han Zixuan quickened her pace with Shen Qingxi.

Fortunately, there was a corridor in front, so I didn't get too wet.

Following Yang's footsteps, we passed through a series of corridors.

Finally, they entered a courtyard, where the He family members were gathered, and raindrops slanted across the hanging flower gate.

The younger generation of the He family crowded under the eaves, their plain clothes fluttering gently in the wind.

The copper basin under the eaves was filled with rainwater, reflecting the pale faces of everyone. No one dared to breathe loudly, their faces full of worry!

"The master has arrived!" The butler, with his sharp eyes, called out softly.

Yang led the two through the hanging flower gate, her black brocade robe stained with rain, her hair disheveled and plastered to her forehead.

Behind him, Shen Qingxi's moon-white robe was only slightly damp at the hem.

Han Zixuan held his hand tightly and never let go.

They passed by without paying any attention, while the others looked at Han Zixuan and her companion with scrutiny and curiosity.

But when people saw Shen Qingxi's face, they showed an expression of disbelief.

"This...how is this possible?" The third son of the He family staggered backward, knocking over a celadon vase beside him.

Amidst the sound of shattering porcelain, gasps of astonishment rose and fell from the crowd.

Shen Qingxi's face is exactly the same as the portrait in the He Family Ancestral Hall.

Those phoenix eyes, tinged with a thin layer of frost, clearly resembled those of the late young master, He Mingxuan.

Erlangjun stood there dumbfounded for a long time, staring intently at Shen Qingxi's face.

Until I watched his figure disappear from sight.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, "It...it shouldn't be!"

"The age...it doesn't match...I'm afraid it's someone the lord has found who looks similar!"

"But...this is too similar!"

"Second Father... Third Father, who are you talking about?"

"Were those the two who just walked in?"

Why does it look so familiar? It's like I've seen it somewhere before!

I just can't quite place where I've seen this before!

"Yeah, I feel that way too..."

Erlangjun suppressed his excitement and exchanged a glance as they looked at the noisy juniors!

"Stand still, and don't make any noise that might disturb the old master!"

The courtyard fell silent once again.

Meanwhile, Han Zixuan and Shen Qingxi stepped into the room.

The rain, carrying a chill, seeped in through the cracks in the windowpanes, dimming the candlelight inside.

In the swaying light, the gauze curtains were like a wisp of smoke, and Han Zixuan unconsciously tightened her grip on Shen Qingxi's hand.

Yang led the two of them quickly around the sandalwood screen carved with lotus patterns.

Han Zixuan and Shen Qingxi saw it as soon as they passed through the screen.

The old man lying on the bed resembled a piece of dried-up wood, his bluish-gray skin taut over his bony joints, and his sparse white hair scattered on the pillow.

The old man's eyes were tightly closed, but he kept muttering to himself.

“Uh… Ming… Mingxuan…” Broken syllables leaked from between his moving lips and teeth.

Han Zixuan and Shen Qingxi were both taken aback when they saw the old master of the He family in this state, and then stood still by the bed.

Shen Qingxi looked surprised when she saw this old man a couple of days ago.

Although she looked tired, she was still energetic, having only been gone for two days.

The old man lost his mind, like a withered old tree devoid of life.

Madam Yang walked to the bedside and grasped Old Master He's hand.

"Father... I... Mingxuan has come to see you!"

His gaze fell uncontrollably, and his voice trembled.

He couldn't help but raise his voice a little.

"Father, ... Mingxuan is here!"

As he spoke, he pulled Shen Qingxi away from the bed and closer to her!

The eyes of the unconscious old man, Mr. He, miraculously began to move.

Her fingers trembled, and Yang was overjoyed to see this.

She kept talking incessantly in Old Master He's ear.

"Father... Mingxuan is here! He wants to talk to you..."

Wake up, open your eyes and look at him... Please open your eyes and look!

Finally, amidst Yang's repeated calls, Old Master He slowly opened his eyes.

The blurry vision gradually cleared, and a hoarse voice slowly uttered a few words.

"Ming...Mingxuan!...My...my son!"

He raised his withered arm and slowly reached out towards the moon-white figure.

Yang hurriedly supported Old Master He's body from behind, letting him lean against her.

She looked at Shen Qingxi with tears in her eyes, her eyes full of pleading.

Shen Qingxi frowned, somewhat at a loss, but her steps unconsciously moved a few paces closer.

He stood a few steps closer to Old Master He, without saying a word, until Old Master He on the bed could clearly see the person in front of him.

Tears welled up in her eyes, "Waaah... Ming... Mingxuan! My son... you... you've finally come to see your father..."

"It's...it's Dad...I'm so sorry...to you!"

The deep regret that had been building up in his heart completely overwhelmed Old Master He.

The memory of his son's tragic death haunted him, causing him to live with guilt for the rest of his life.

Shen Qingxi stood there blankly, but for some reason, she was taken aback by Old Master He's expression.

Tears unexpectedly streamed down her face, and Shen Qingxi touched her cheek in surprise.

I don't understand what's wrong with me.

Grandpa He became increasingly agitated, his body trembling as he tried to grab the person in front of him.

"Ming...Mingxuan's father...shouldn't...shouldn't have married you...to her...Father was wrong!"