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

Back in his tent, Murong Che angrily shoved away Lian Qiao, who was serving him, and his black boots, embroidered with gold thread, slammed heavily onto the wool carpet.

He suddenly ripped off the jade pendant from his waist and smashed it hard against the bronze basin. The sound of the jade shattering and the loud crash startled the guards outside the tent.

"You wretch! How dare you humiliate me in public!" he roared, his eyes bloodshot, his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white.

He casually picked up a document from the table and tore it into pieces, the paper flakes fluttering down and filling the tent.

His brocade robe was torn to shreds, and the jade belt around his neck was scattered on the ground. Murong Che grabbed a gilded wine pot and smashed it against the cowhide tent wall.

The spout struck the kettle, leaving a dent. His chest heaved violently, and his bangs, soaked with cold sweat, clung to his flushed face.

"Shangguan Shuofeng, you just wait! You'll pay for this humiliation!"

A hoarse curse escaped from between his teeth as he slumped onto the cushion, his chest still heaving violently.

Unconsciously, her fingertips fiddled with the tassels on the edge of the couch, tearing the silk threads into pieces.

Seeing that her master had vented his anger, Lian Qiao dared to step forward and support Murong Che.

"Your Majesty, please calm down. Don't let the Empress's few words upset you and harm your health."

Murong Che's chest heaved as he said angrily, "Does Shangguan Shuofeng even deserve it! If it weren't for His Majesty's consideration for the Shangguan family's help back then..."

That old man, Shangguan Shuofeng, is not worthy of sitting on the throne for so long.

Don't you even look at your own hypocritical old face!

Despite not winning His Majesty's favor, he still acts like he has the final say!

Lianqiao looked around in a panic and quickly tried to comfort her.

"Yes, yes, Your Highness, please calm down. You've forgotten, Miss Yudie is coming to see you later..."

If we can't join the Imperial Noble Consort in criticizing the Empress, then let's try to divert the master's attention.

Sure enough, upon hearing that His Majesty was coming, Murong Che's emotions immediately calmed down considerably.

"No, it's all Shangguan Shuofeng's fault, hmph..."

Suddenly I saw a bunch of things lying haphazardly inside the tent.

He quickly said, "Yudie will be here soon, so please clean these things up for me!"

If Yu Die gets involved, I'll have to go through the trouble of explaining myself.

Lian Qiao quickly called over the servants, "Someone come in and clean up the tent!"

Then, supporting Murong Che, she led him behind the screen. "Your Majesty, let this servant help you change your clothes!"

Looking at the brocade robe that had been soaked in tea, I couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

Murong Che allowed Lian Qiao to serve him, and just as he finished dressing, he heard a servant at the door report.

"Your Majesty, Miss Yudie of the Murong family requests an audience!"

Murong Che's eyes lit up. "Quickly...please come in!"

Murong Yudie wore black deerskin riding boots, and her dark-colored outfit was covered by a scarlet soft armor with gold trim.

Her black hair was tied up high, and the gilded iris hair ornaments swayed gently with her movements.

She strode into the tent, her knees slamming heavily onto the wool blanket, and bowed in greeting with clasped hands.

"Nigette Yudie greets Uncle."

Murong Che smiled and quickly had Lian Qiao help the person up.

"Okay... okay, Lianqiao, quickly help him up!"

I looked at Yudie; she'd grown so much taller since I'd last seen her!

Murong Yudie laughed and scratched her head, "Hehe, Uncle is getting more and more handsome!"

Murong Che laughed and joked, "Go away, go away... no matter what nonsense you're talking about, your uncle is over forty!"

"He's no longer handsome, haha. Come, sit down. Tell your uncle how the Murong family is doing."

"Everything is fine! Grandpa and Grandma are both in good health, but they miss Uncle very much!"

Murong Che's eyes were slightly red. "It's my fault for not being able to stay by my parents' side often."

......"

The uncle and nephew talked for a while before finally getting to the point.

Murong Yudie said with a serious expression, "The people who conspired with Prince Jin to frame my cousin, Prince Rui, have arrived!"

"Heh, it's good that you're here. You caused us to be separated, and I will definitely not let her get away with this!"

Murong Che's face was full of gloom, and Murong Yudie immediately followed up, "Uncle, you can vent your anger, but you must not kill people!"

"Huh? Why?"

"Our Murong family's incense-making industry has been severely damaged, with Ningxiang Pavilion, a perfume-making company, taking away most of our business."

Nowadays, people in Kyoto have come to appreciate the quality of Ningxiang Pavilion's products.

The family sent people to investigate, and they eventually found out that Han Zixuan was the owner of Ningxiang Pavilion.

Grandma wants the incense recipe in her hand, so Uncle, please don't kill her!

"After returning to the Murong family, Grandma wants to get her hands on the perfume formula and then make this person wish they were dead to avenge her cousin Wanqing."

Murong Che smiled slightly and said, "I didn't expect it to be of some use. Don't worry!"

My uncle knows what he's doing. He'll give the instructions later. Are you ready on your end?

Your uncle has already prepared everything for you; you're a shoo-in for first place in this hunt!

Murong Yudie nodded, "Uncle, rest assured, everything will be foolproof!"

Han Zixuan rode a chestnut horse back and forth on the grass.

Looking at the mountains and forests in the distance, she was dressed in a dark blue short-sleeved outfit.

He wore a half-armored soft armor and a cowhide belt with a quiver slung across his waist.

Her black hair was tied up high, secured with only a carved wooden hairpin, with stray strands falling freely across her forehead.

His deerskin riding boots were covered with bits of grass, and his sleeves were slightly rolled up, giving him a sharp and dashing air.

He was fiddling with the Nine Phoenix Divine Bow in his hand when he smiled slightly.

Today I'll let you have some fresh air; you've never had a chance to use such a fine bow.

It has always been displayed on the shelves in the space, and she only takes care of it from time to time.

This hunt is also an opportunity to see if we can get some fox or mink pelts.

Make some scarves or hats for my husband and children.

It would be even better if we could hunt down wolf and tiger pelts!

However, judging from the Imperial Guards around, it seems impossible to hunt these ferocious animals.

Finally hearing the bugle call, Han Zixuan returned to the crowd.

Everyone else was in groups of three or five, but Han Zixuan stood alone on horseback at the farthest point.

They quickly attracted the attention of others, since they all knew each other or had met before in Kyoto.

Han Zixuan had only been in the capital for a few days when she entered the Imperial Academy.

Since Shen Qingxi and Ji Beichen were not particularly willing to come out, naturally no one had seen them!

Several ministers recognized Han Zixuan. Her reputation was quite formidable before!

"Oh dear, am I seeing things? What is the Princess of Ruian doing here?"

"Where...where...let me see! Oh, it really is!"

"Tsk tsk, judging from the attire of this Princess Ruian, she seems to know some horsemanship and archery!"

Feng Yu narrowed her eyes and turned her gaze to Han Zixuan.

His eyes were full of scrutiny and appraising.

She also sent people to inquire about and investigate Han Zixuan.

Shen Qingxi's wife, they have been married for two years and have a daughter.

Han Zixuan doted on him and did not look down on him because of his previous identity.

She's a decent wife, just a bit lacking in social status...

But none of that matters... all he wants is to be recognized by Qingxi.

No one would say anything, and Feng Yu nodded to herself.