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

Yi Chen didn't know how to start the conversation, so he quickly got dressed.

He slowly stood up and faced Han Zixuan, saying, "What did Shi Yue and the others tell you? And what do you want to know?"

Facing her, Yi Chen felt a unique sensation.

It is anticipation, joy, worry, and helplessness.

Han Zixuan's deep eyes reflected his aloof face.

"That night... why I left... I won't tell you."

If she knew who he was after the two of them had that kind of relationship, she would definitely take full responsibility!

Yi Chen's eyelashes trembled, and he gave a bitter smile. "Heh... what's the point of telling you? You still avoid me like the plague."

Would you really marry me? I'm not one of those gentle, innocent men like you!

But... it was all just a dream!

His repeated attempts to test her had only made Han Zixuan avoid him like the plague; what was he supposed to say?

She doesn't like me, so am I supposed to tell her that to blackmail her?

This wasn't what he wanted, Han Zixuan said with a slight smile.

"It's just a dream, you make it sound so easy. But what about the child?"

Since you chose to give birth to her, shouldn't I, as her mother, have the right to know?

Shouldn't she also know that I, her mother, exist?

When the child was mentioned, Yi Chen's expression changed, and he lowered his eyelids.

He said softly, "The child...she is only my child!"

I can raise her safely even without her mother.

This was the final answer he came up with when he returned to the darkness.

He was no ordinary man; his status as the leader of the Dark Night Pavilion made it impossible for him to simply give up and retire!

Given the forces in the martial arts world and his master's grudge, he is bound to fight the Fenglin royal family to the death.

It's best to sever ties with Han Zixuan as soon as possible, even though he didn't think things through properly regarding the child.

But it was a choice he had carefully considered.

Han Zixuan's eyes held a hint of a bitter smile, and her fists clenched involuntarily.

He said in a deep voice, "It seems you don't want to have anything to do with me."

In that case, I respect your choice. Forget about it... just pretend it never happened!

She then turned and left, having considered having a proper talk with Yichen, even if it meant getting to know each other again and getting along.

It's possible to cultivate feelings gradually, but Yi Chen is clearly like a thorny cactus.

This leaves him with no way to proceed! The current situation also requires both of them to calm down.

He opened the door and stepped out. Inside the room, Yi Chen leaned on the table with a complicated expression.

He dared not look back at Han Zixuan's departing figure.

Han Zixuan had just turned downstairs when she suddenly heard several sobbing sounds. She turned around to look.

At the end of the corridor, in a corner, a little girl dressed in black was seen.

The child cried until his face turned purple, his fingers, which were gripping the hem of his clothes, turned white, and he made hoarse sobs.

In January, she gently coaxed, "Oh...no...don't cry...don't cry, ah, little master...don't cry!"

He then noticed Han Zixuan coming downstairs and unconsciously tightened his grip on Xiao Yelin's arm.

I instinctively wanted to step aside, but then I hesitated.

At this moment, the people waiting downstairs also noticed Han Zixuan's arrival.

Seeing that her gaze was fixed on their young master, they immediately became cautious.

Shi Yue asked softly, "Lady Han... Pavilion Master... how is the Pavilion Master?"

Han Zixuan did not answer, but instead turned her gaze to the tender little face in Yiyue's arms.

A sudden pang of emotion welled up in my chest—there was a vague sense of familiarity in those eyes and brows.

His figure, even smaller than Xiao Ruoxi's, touched her heart slightly.

This must be... her other daughter... with her chubby little face.

Her features bore a five or six-point resemblance to that aloof person.

Xiao Ye blinked her wet eyes, her fair face still streaked with tears.

Curious, Han Zixuan turned her head to look at her and couldn't help but move closer.

Unconsciously, she stretched out her hands and opened them towards him, frowning and hesitating.

But after glancing at the two guardians, he allowed Han Zixuan to hold the young master in her arms.

Surprisingly, Xiao Yelin, who had been crying and fussing, was now obediently letting Han Zixuan hold him.

Those watching were quite surprised; it was indeed a mother's instinct.

Han Zixuan's heart softened, and she looked up at the group.

"what is her name?"

Shiyue swallowed hard and whispered, "Night...is approaching..."

Han Zixuan nodded gently, "The night dyes the Milky Way with shattered jade, and I invite the moon to join me in reciting poetry by the window. A beautiful name!"

Is it possible for the young master to have such a name? I originally thought the Pavilion Master gave him this name because...

The little master was born late at night, which is why he was given this name!

Judging from what Ms. Han said, it seems like there's something else going on...

Xiao Yelin nestled obediently in Han Zixuan's arms, her big, watery eyes fixed on her.

A moment later, Han Zixuan returned the child to January's arms.

He said in a deep voice, "If you need anything from now on, you can come to the Han residence to find me!"

He glanced at the second floor, then slowly looked away.

Then he slipped away, leaving the others looking at each other in bewilderment.

It took her a while to come to her senses, and then Meteor suddenly spoke in terror.

"Oh no... Sect Master... We don't even know how the Sect Master is doing!"

The others also paled drastically. "Yes! Sect Master...we must go up and check on them!"

The group quickly walked to the door and saw the person who should have been lying unconscious on the bed.

Standing by the window in deep thought, the group gasped in surprise.

Her eyes widened involuntarily, and Qin Su, her voice trembling, tentatively called out.

"Sect Master...?"

Yi Chen, who was lost in his own thoughts, finally snapped out of it.

Looking at everyone, he slowly exhaled and murmured.

"She's gone!"

Shi Yue knew who the Pavilion Master was referring to, and nodded in response.

"They...they've left..."

The others were more focused on how Yichen had miraculously returned to normal.

He then asked the question that had been on his mind, "Sect Master...you...you're alright?"

"Even if Han Zixuan is a miracle doctor, her recovery is too fast!"

"Yes...yes...please, Master Yao...please come quickly, Master Yao!"

Could it be that Han Zixuan gave the Pavilion Master some kind of strange pill...?

Before long, the old apothecary came with his medicine box to take Yichen's pulse again.

After a thorough examination, I felt terrible.

How could this be? Just an hour ago, the Pavilion Master was clearly... clearly in a life-threatening condition.

How come the Pavilion Master seems to have never been injured in such a short time?

Moreover, her health was exceptionally good, and she became irritable and began to conceive, despite having studied medicine her entire life.

"Sect Master... I wonder what you are..." Before he could ask, Yi Chen spoke coldly.

"No word of anything that happens today should be spread."

Seeing Yi Chen's serious expression, everyone quickly suppressed their curiosity.

Yi Chen couldn't help but recall the day Han Zixuan conjured up divine water out of thin air.

His water could instantly eliminate pain, coupled with his uncanny movement techniques.

Slowly suppressing the pounding in my heart, Han Zixuan, are you a god or a ghost?