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

Seeing the change in Feng Yu's expression, he immediately spoke cautiously again.

"If...if it is inconvenient for Your Highness...this servant...this servant will not go out!"

"I'm sorry to keep Mr. Zhou Hanlin waiting!"

With a hint of grievance and a touch of sorrow, she knew she would indeed be passing through Suzaku Avenue later.

It wasn't too troublesome, so Feng Yu didn't think much of it.

He immediately replied, "Since we're going the same way, why don't you get on the carriage with me!"

Li Cejun's lips curled slightly, and he immediately bowed to Feng Yu with great joy.

"Then thank you, Your Highness!"

Then, as he wished, the concubine rode in the same carriage as Fengyu.

Sitting inside the carriage, the sight of the piled-up gift boxes nearly overwhelmed him with jealousy.

He quickly pinched his palm and asked casually.

"Your Highness... are you going to visit which prince with so many gifts?"

Feng Yu glanced at him indifferently, "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

Do not inquire about the affairs of this prince!

Li Cejun chuckled twice, then suddenly realized and said, "Uh... it was I who overstepped my bounds."

The two servants saw that Chen Liu had led his men to renovate the Linshui Residence.

But which younger brother is going to move in? Or is the prince going to bestow the property upon a lady?

"I also want to send some servants to attend to me."

Feng Yu stared at him intently, knowing that the actions within the manor could no longer be concealed.

But now, it's still unknown whether he can reunite with Shen Qingxi and bring her back.

It would be bad if the whole household knew about it!

So he changed the subject, saying, "The Prince of Linshui has his own arrangements for the residence, so don't ask any more questions."

By the way, during this period of national mourning, we must pay close attention to the situation at the government office.

Why haven't I seen Consort Zhao these past two days...!

Consort Li was clearly stunned for a moment, and her expression immediately changed when she heard the Prince mention his daughter.

He forced a smile. "Uh, Your Highness, rest assured, everything in the manor is arranged perfectly."

These past two days, Consort Zhao has been studying diligently at the Imperial Academy, leaving early and returning late, showing great effort.

When praising his daughter, he completely forgot his original purpose!

In fact, he hadn't seen his daughter for two days, but when he heard the prince mention her, he could only try his best to hide it.

"Your Highness, rest assured. That Zhaoyi may have been so busy with her studies these past two days that she forgot to pay her respects to Your Highness!"

"I will definitely have a proper talk with her about it later..."

Alas, with the late emperor's passing, the matter of the prince requesting the title of Lady of the First Rank, which he had originally promised, had to be postponed.

I don't know when I'll have the chance to bring it up again, no matter how long or short it may be.

The position of the woman in this world must absolutely not fall to anyone else.

Feng Yu nodded slowly, "Hmm, it seems you've put a lot of effort into it..."

Li Cejun turned his head and smiled gently, saying, "That is the eldest daughter of the Prince and my servant, so naturally my servant took great care of her..."

Just as he was about to say something more from the bottom of his heart, Chen Liu's voice came from outside the carriage.

"We've arrived at Zhuque Street, the Prince's Residence!"

"Uh-huh!"

He glanced at Li Cejun, who was sitting to one side, and gestured to him that he could get out of the car!

Li Cejun then came to his senses and remembered his original intention.

I arrived at the place before I even got to ask the questions I should have. I should have told him to go somewhere further away!

"Uh... alright... alright, Your Highness, then this humble servant will take his leave!"

Having no other excuse, they could only awkwardly get off the carriage.

Feng Yu simply nodded, and Chen Liu quickly lowered the carriage curtain and drove away!

Watching the carriage disappear into the distance, Li Cejun stomped her foot hard on the ground.

The attendant rushed forward, "My lord... what should we do now? Should we still follow them?"

Consort Li pointed angrily at the little servant's head and said, "Follow him... how can you follow him? Can you outrun a carriage!"

The young servant could only lower his head in fear and endure Li Cejun's beatings and scoldings.

Enduring the heaving of his chest, he watched the carriage disappear around the street corner.

We could only stand there helplessly. I should have just sent a carriage to follow us from a distance!

Now, he was caught in a dilemma... He kicked the servant in displeasure.

He angrily said, "What are you standing there for? Why don't you think of a way to get back home?"

The young servant nodded tremblingly, "Yes...yes, this servant will go right away!"

Feng Yu's carriage stopped in front of the Han residence.

Qiu Tong respectfully stepped forward and handed the ID card to the gatekeeper.

"I have met the Prince of Nan'an."

But they were puzzled. Their patriarch had never said that he had any connection with the Prince of Nan'an!

The sudden visit of the Prince of Nan'an must be something special!

Feng Yu alighted from the carriage and stood in front of the Han residence. "Hmm, is Han Zixuan at home?"

Qiu Tong replied, "Your Highness, the head of the family is at the manor. Please come to the main hall and sit for a moment!"

"This servant will go and inform the master!"

Feng Yu flicked her sleeves and said calmly, "Okay, go ahead!"

Han Zixuan was watching her husbands help her pack her luggage.

Suddenly, Qiu Tong came to report, "The patriarch, the Prince of Nan'an, has come to visit! He is currently waiting in the front hall."

Han Zixuan was stunned for a moment, and then the Prince of Nan'an glanced at Shen Qingxi.

"The Prince of Nan'an? Do you know why she has come?"

Qiu Tong shook her head, "This old servant doesn't know, but the Prince of Nan'an has had a lot of things carried out and placed in the front hall!"

This made Han Zixuan even more puzzled, as she had never met this Prince of Nan'an before.

My understanding of her comes from what Yang said.

What is the purpose of your visit to her house? Could it be because of Qingxi...?

No...no...the Prince of Nan'an should not have seen Qingxi either.

Regardless of why they came to the Han residence, the person was already waiting in the front hall.

I definitely have to go and see him.

He frowned at the group and said, "I'll go check first, you guys continue!"

As Han Zixuan stepped into the main hall, she saw a middle-aged woman who appeared to be over forty years old.

His clear and bright eyes held a dignified grace that came with the passage of time.

Her black hair was tied up in a high bun, and a gold phoenix hairpin with filigree and jewels was inserted diagonally.

A moon-white brocade robe with subtle cloud patterns was overlaid with a crimson silk brocade robe with wide sleeves.

The collar and cuffs of the garment were embroidered with lotus scroll patterns, and the wearer exuded an air of nobility with every gesture.

Han Zixuan bowed respectfully and said, "Greetings, Prince of Nan'an! I was unaware of your arrival and apologize for not being able to greet you properly!"

Feng Yu slowly stood up and began to carefully examine Han Zixuan.

He nodded as he looked at it, then raised his hand and said, "It's alright, there's no need to get up so quickly!"

Han Zixuan raised her head and stood tall, meeting Feng Yu's eyes directly with a humble yet assertive demeanor.

"Is there something you need to do at my humble abode, Prince of Nan'an?"

Asking directly threw Feng Yu off balance.

I don't know where to begin!

Did she also say frankly that she came to see her husband?

Even if he were a prince, he would probably be driven out.

"Uh... I've heard that Lady Han is a woman of great literary talent, and I, too, am a great lover of poetry."

I've come today to discuss something with Ms. Han.

He could only come up with a very awkward excuse, and then observed Han Zixuan's expression.

Han Zixuan frowned slightly, clearly finding the excuse somewhat far-fetched.

"Poetry? Your Highness, have you truly come here for poetry?"

Feng Yu coughed lightly, "Cough...cough...Poetry is indeed a pretext! This prince has something important to tell you!"

Han Zixuan's expression became more serious.

His attentive and receptive demeanor made it difficult for Feng Yu to gauge how to proceed.