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

As the national mourning bells rang, Han Zixuan suddenly turned around and looked towards the direction of the palace, her eyes slightly narrowed.

Inside the Dark Night Pavilion, Shi Yue excitedly approached Yi Chen, "Pavilion Master... it's Deathstroke, it's Deathstroke."

"That old woman from Fengwu died in June... the poison she administered in June took effect."

Since the day of the hunt, Tan and his group have been waiting to see if the assassination attempt was successful.

Yi Chen breathed a sigh of relief; their plan had succeeded.

Master, I have avenged you.

That heartless and ungrateful woman has finally gone to hell.

You can rest in peace now.

When Fengwu was young, she had an encounter with a man who was none other than Qingye, Yichenchen's master.

After learning of Qingye's identity as a江湖 (jianghu) figure, he used sweet words to coax Qingye into helping him eliminate his rival, the princess.

He promised to marry Ye Qing as his empress after he ascended the throne, and Ye Qing, blinded by love, readily agreed.

He did his best to help Fengwu solve one problem after another, and finally helped her ascend the throne.

However, Fengwu turned his back on his promise and refused to keep it.

She felt that Ye Qing's existence was a constant reminder that her throne had been obtained illegitimately. Therefore, she wanted to eliminate Ye Qing to prevent future troubles and sent people to hunt him down.

Having seen through Feng Wu's true character, Ye Qing was disheartened and quietly left.

Ye Qing led the Dark Night Pavilion back into hiding in the martial world. After returning, he was depressed and eventually passed away.

After his master's death, Yi Chen took over the Dark Night Pavilion, vowing to avenge his master.

Kill Fengwu, that heartless man.

Meteor stood to the side and murmured, "Hehe, that old woman is finally dead. Master, we must seize the opportunity and eliminate her children as well, ensuring she has no descendants. The empire will crumble..."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he received a cold look from Yi Chen.

Shi Yue chimed in from the side, "Kill them all...? Without a ruler, do you want the world to descend into chaos?"

Meteor fell silent for a moment, scratched his head and chuckled dryly, "That old woman is about to die, what should we do next?"

Yi Chen's gaze was deep as he looked into the distance and said in a deep voice, "Summon everyone in the palace to evacuate as soon as possible."

The forces in Kyoto have also been consolidated, and they will withdraw from Kyoto in three days…

Now that the matter has been resolved, there is no need for them to stay in Kyoto.

Shi Yue glanced at the Pavilion Master and said calmly, "Pavilion Master, are we going to retreat back to headquarters?"

After cautiously inquiring, they learned that Lady Han had left Kyoto...

Without turning his head, Yi Chen replied firmly, "Back to headquarters!"

Shi Yue bowed his head and replied, "Yes."

Before the morning bell tolls, the night watchmen at the foot of the imperial city begin to run along the streets, their wooden clappers wrapped in white cloth.

A single knock would shake down several locust tree leaves—since the edict announcing the Empress's death spread throughout the streets and alleys, every household's vermilion doors were half-closed.

A three-zhang-long white banner hangs diagonally above the door, its plain silk heavy with morning dew, casting fine watermarks on the bluestone slabs.

During the national mourning period, officials and commoners abstain from meat and banquets for 100 days, and refrain from weddings and singing and dancing for three months.

Civil officials removed their ornate crowns and jade pendants, while military officials removed their armor and gold ornaments, all donning plain gray cloth and simple clothes.

All temple fairs and festivals were suspended in the countryside, and gambling dens and brothels in Kyoto were shut down.

The once bustling Zhuque Avenue was now deserted, though patrolling soldiers still remained in the city.

The atmosphere in the entire imperial city became quiet.

In a cave thousands of miles away, Feng Wanqing looked at the letter in her hand.

With a blank stare, he shoved the boy next to him aside.

The boy's forehead slammed against the stone table, and blood gushed out.

But she dared not make a sound, and Feng Wanqing slumped down on the stone seat.

He shouted loudly, "Guards! Guards! Assemble the army... I'm heading to the capital!"

Hearing the commotion, An Yun looked puzzled and quickly came in to ask.

"Your Highness, what's wrong... Why are you assembling the army!"

Can't we just wait another two months?

Feng Wanqing's eyes were bloodshot as she grabbed the teacup beside her.

He slammed the weapon down hard on An Yun... "My words are orders. If I tell you to go, then go."

An Yun was somewhat startled by her shout, "Your Highness, I meant no other thing."

You previously said you would return to the capital for the Empress's birthday, but now... it's not time yet.

"There aren't enough soldiers..."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Wanqing interrupted him, "It's not the right time...it's not the right time."

Now that someone else is about to ascend the throne, how much longer do you expect me to wait?!

An Yun was stunned for a moment, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"Wh...what? Ascension...who has ascended the throne..."

She didn't quite understand what he meant!

Feng Wanqing threw the letter at her directly, "Look for yourself... The Empress has passed away, the Father has been sentenced to death, and the entire Murong family has been arrested."

That bitch Feng Xiyue... actually forced her way into becoming the crown princess...

Am I now relegated to this godforsaken place, scheming and waiting?

"Waiting for what...waiting to bow down and submit to Feng Xiyue?"

An Yun frowned; this matter was truly unexpected.

I never expected such a big thing to happen in Kyoto.

They had originally planned to launch a rebellion on the first day of the Lunar New Year, but plans can't keep up with changes...

Feng Wanqing, her chest heaving, descended directly from the high platform.

With a burning gaze fixed on An Yun, he ordered, "Go, gather the soldiers... and set off immediately to attack Kyoto!"

"Catch Feng Xiyue off guard!"

An Yun's gaze was deep. After pondering for a moment, he cupped his hands and said, "Yes, Your Highness. I will go and gather the soldiers immediately!"

However, just in case, should we inform Master Wen about this?

Feng Wanqing's eyes lit up. "Notify him... It's a good opportunity to borrow some more manpower from him! We'll be more confident in taking over the capital."

They're frantically preparing to amass troops here!

Inside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Feng Xiyue's tassels swayed gently in front of her forehead, and her white wide sleeves brushed against the gilded imperial desk, creating a barely audible breeze.

She tapped her fingertips on the table, her phoenix eyes sweeping over the officials below, who were clutching their tablets tightly.

At this moment, she exuded a commanding and domineering aura, possessing the majesty of a monarch! "The late emperor has passed away, and I have been entrusted with the task of inheriting the throne in this time of crisis..."

"Heaven will surely bestow its grace upon the people and protect the phoenix's arrival! Gentlemen, please feel free to speak your minds; I will certainly give it careful consideration!"

The officials below looked at each other, heads bowed, and remained silent.

The bronze water clock outside the hall ticked away, and the wind chimes on the eaves suddenly chimed.

Looking at them one by one, Feng Xiyue suddenly smiled, the white jade reflecting her cold and aloof features in the morning light.

"I know you all have doubts." As she stood up, the hem of her robe swept across the dragon-patterned steps, and the tassels on her robe finally stopped swaying.

"But my position as crown prince was actually bestowed upon me by the late emperor."

If any of you have any complaints, please speak up immediately.

These people are naturally referring to the supporters of the Four Princesses.

But seeing the imperial seal and edict displayed on the table, they dared not speak out against their anger.

After all, the current situation of the Fourth Princess and the Empress is unknown!

Finally, someone in the civil officials could no longer contain himself. Grand Tutor Jiang tremblingly picked up his tablet and said, "The position of Crown Prince has been decided. You are the new Emperor."

Now that you have assumed the throne, you should choose a reign title as soon as possible...

Before she could finish speaking, Feng Xiyue's lips curved into a smile.

"My mother once told me that she hoped to see the Phoenix Kingdom prosper forever."

"I will naturally take this as my goal, and let the name of this country be Eternal Prosperity!"