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

However, lost in thought, she did not notice the strangeness of the thatched hut next to her.

Shadow kept a vigilant eye on the people coming and going at the post station.

They glanced up casually and saw a coachman with an unusual expression, secretly watching them.

When they came to their senses, they noticed that the two people at the next table were also glancing in their direction from time to time.

Shadow immediately sensed something was wrong, and slowly moved his hand down, his hand already resting on the hilt of the knife.

He said slowly to Feng Xiyue, "Master... something's not right!"

Feng Xiyue showed no unusual expression after hearing this, and continued to look at the soup bowl in front of her slowly and calmly.

"how many people?"

Shadow's eyes quickly swept around and he whispered, "There must be something wrong with the people here."

My lord, I will hold them off for a moment. Please do not turn back and head straight to the capital.

There should be members of the secret guard battalion near the city gate.

Feng Xiyue nodded slightly, "Okay, we don't know whose people these people are."

If you are outmatched, do not prolong the battle!

The two remained silent, observing the situation, while people lurked in the shadows, keeping a close watch on them.

"Why aren't they drinking the soup...?"

That soup was laced with a sleeping potion; it was colorless and odorless, and could knock a person out instantly.

As winter approaches and the weather turns cold, no normal person can resist the temptation of hot soup.

But Feng Xiyue and Yingzi stubbornly ignored the soup bowl in front of them.

The two people at the next table immediately gave the waitress a wink.

The second young lady immediately nodded in understanding, holding a towel in her hand, and walked over to the table where Feng Xiyue and the other person were sitting with a smile.

He asked with a smile, "Hehe... are you two not to your liking for the hot soup in our shop?"

Why aren't you two moving? This is mutton soup that our shop has been carefully simmering for over an hour.

This is perfect for warming up in winter, you two should try it, I guarantee it will taste delicious!

The waitress enthusiastically promoted her hot soup, but her eyes kept glancing at the two men's faces.

Feng Xiyue slightly curled her lips and said in a deep voice, "Heh...you're recommending it so strongly, could it be that you've added something to this soup?"

The waitress's eyes flickered slightly, then she smiled and mumbled, "Sir, you're joking... What could possibly be added to this soup... It's all real mutton."

His words carried a hint of guilt.

The evening wind blew up the fallen leaves on the ground, carrying a somewhat eerie feel.

But Shadow picked up a bowl and said calmly, "Such a good soup! I must savor it!"

Her words undoubtedly drew everyone's attention, their eyes fixed on the figure holding the soup bowl.

His fist was clenched tightly, but he suddenly stopped just as he raised the soup bowl to his lips.

His eyes turned cold, and he threw the soup bowl in his hand at the two people next to him!

The second sister was startled, her eyes widened, and the scalding hot mutton soup scalded the two of them, causing them to slam their fists on the table and stand up.

Turning to look at the shadow, his eyes revealed undisguised ferocity, and he immediately assumed a fighting stance.

Upon seeing the long sword already raised in the shadow's hand, he immediately narrowed his eyes.

"You already figured it out!"

"Ha... Such clumsy acting skills, it's really hard on you guys!"

The second sister and the others stopped pretending and said hatefully, "Hmph... attack!"

A loud shout immediately caused several men in black to leap out of the distant jungle.

The men in black surrounded the two of them, with Shadow standing directly in front of Feng Xiyue.

Her entire body was filled with murderous intent, and her eyes were filled with icy coldness.

"It seems someone doesn't want me to return to the capital. Whose side are you on?"

Before the question could be asked, the man in black responded with a laugh, "The one who's going to take your life! Sisters, make your move!"

Shadow's eyes were filled with coldness as he looked at the men in black as if they were dead.

With a low shout, he brandished his longsword to meet the oncoming ice blade.

Sparks flew as swords clashed, and the shadow swiftly circled behind the opponent.

The sword spun rapidly at the man in black's wrist, accompanied by the dull thud of the blade piercing flesh.

Before the man in black could even notice, Shadow's knife precisely slit open the throat of the person in front of him.

Then the second, and the third, fell down.

"Master, let's go!" Shadow suddenly grabbed Feng Xiyue's wrist and flung her toward the black horse tied to the locust tree.

The horse's hoof had just crushed the bloodstain on the ground when it was slapped hard on the buttocks by the blade, startling it into rearing up and neighing as it crashed through the wooden fence.

The man in black immediately noticed Feng Xiyue.

"Don't let them get away!"

They quickly turned half of their horses around and chased after them, their boots crunching over the gravel in front of the post station.

But before I even got close, I saw the figure blocking my way.

Shadow coldly looked at everyone, his blood-stained fingertips gripping the long sword in his hand, his black robes fluttering without wind.

Just as one person was about to chase after Feng Xiyue, his longsword finally released all the force he had been holding back—the blade flipped like a swimming dragon.

He directly slashed the man's limbs with his long sword, leaving him unable to move and screaming in pain.

"Come on!" He chuckled, a low, bloody laugh escaping his throat, as he watched the last few men in black retreat in the flashing blades.

The bloodstains on his face made him look particularly terrifying.

The men in black, wielding their ice blades, roared and attacked the shadow together.

In the woods, the sounds of clashing swords startled a chorus of birdsong.

Shadow snapped out of his daze and looked in the direction Feng Xiyue had left, unwilling to linger in the fight.

He used his lightness skill to instantly disappear from the spot while relaying the baton from the treetop.

The woman in black was truly resentful that she had messed things up and even dragged several of her sisters down with her.

He glared angrily in the direction Feng Xiyue had just gone and shouted sharply, "Go after her with all your might..."

Feng Xiyue galloped along the official road leading to the capital as darkness fell.

I could no longer see my surroundings clearly, and I thought I was safe.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from beside me.

An arrow grazed past Feng Xiyue's ear, severing a lock of her hair.

Feng Xiyue was horrified; there were archers!

Before she could make a move, a barrage of arrows followed.

Feng Xiyue tried her best to dodge, keeping her body pressed tightly against the horse's back.

You might dodge it once... twice, but you can't dodge it every time.

An arrow flashed past Feng Xiyue's back.

It tore Feng Xiyue's clothes, leaving a bright red mark.

Feng Xiyue winced in pain but gritted her teeth as the man in black in the shadows aimed again.

Before he could even fire the arrow, Zidao slit his throat with his sharp blade.

The shadowy figure followed closely behind Feng Xiyue.

The two did not stop along the way and finally saw Yingfeng and the other guards waiting at the city gate.

Seeing the disheveled state of his master and Shadow, Yingfeng immediately stepped forward.

"Greetings, Master!"

Feng Xiyue breathed a sigh of relief, then everything went black and she fell off the horse.

Seeing this, Yingfeng immediately caught the falling Feng Xiyue with lightning speed.

Her voice trembled as she asked, "Master... what's wrong with Master!"

Feeling the stickiness on his hands, he immediately realized, "Master is injured!"

He immediately looked at the shadow, who said in a deep voice, "My master and I were ambushed at the post station thirty miles away."

I did my best to get my master out, but little did I know that archers were hiding in the woods!

There are still people chasing us, so you should leave a group of people here to wait.

They were all killed, and the others escorted their master into the city for medical treatment!