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

Madam Yang angrily flung her sleeves, "If it weren't for the late Emperor's consideration for the He family, how could we have endured this for so many years..."

Looking at Han Zixuan, he said gently, "Ms. Han, rest assured, Qingxi is the offspring of my wife's younger brother."

My He family will not ignore this.

"If the Prince of Nan'an wants to cause trouble, my He family won't be trifled with."

At this moment, Shen Qingxi is Old Master He's lifeblood. Once the old master is feeling better, he will definitely go to the Nan'an Prefecture to demand an explanation.

Feng Yu returned home in a huff and swept everything around her onto the floor.

"Hmph, what a Han Zixuan! A mere young girl dares to challenge this prince."

That's incredibly bold.

The thought of Han Zixuan's attitude towards him made him feel a nameless fire rise in his heart.

“This prince wants to reclaim his child, but she thinks I’m joking.”

"You're preventing this prince from seeing my son..."

"A mere third-rank captain has made her so arrogant. I'd like to see what you're capable of."

"Someone prepare the carriage; this prince will enter the palace immediately."

Inside the Taiji Hall, Feng Xiyue gently stroked the gilded phoenix pattern on the imperial desk with her fingertips and looked up at the figure sitting in a sandalwood wheelchair.

Her voice was still clear and crisp: "Royal sister, today I heard from Physician Miao that the veins in your legs have shown signs of loosening—he is a famous and skilled physician in Jiangnan."

"Most skilled at treating leg ailments..."

She suddenly realized her slip of the tongue, her fingertips pausing slightly before she quickly added, "In any case, this time it will definitely be different. I have already ordered people to prepare a lot of precious medicinal herbs, which will all be sent to Prince Qi's residence in a while..."

Now she finally has the ability to do something for her elder sister without any reservations.

Feng Lilu lowered her eyes and stirred the cold teacup on the table. Her jade sleeve slid down an inch, revealing her slender jade wrist.

She suddenly chuckled softly, a hint of bitterness in her eyes.

“I knew you would never give up, Xi Yue, ever since you broke three bronze furnaces in the Imperial Hospital before you ascended the throne.”

Her fingertips brushed against the nanmu wood armrest carved with flying tiger patterns on the edge of the couch, and her tone softened, like blowing away a snowflake.

"But these legs of mine have been with me in this wheelchair for so many years."

I've probably seen nearly a hundred renowned doctors... all to no avail. I've long since given up hope... and I understand that some things can't be forced.

She suddenly looked up and saw the surging emotions in Feng Xiyue's eyes. Looking at Feng Xiyue, who was dressed in a phoenix robe and exuded a majestic and domineering aura, she couldn't help but feel happy.

She remembered that little boy, covered in dirt and with a childish voice, making a promise to her more than ten years ago.

"Royal sister...you wait until Yue'er grows up, you must find all the doctors in the world to cure your leg..."

She kept her promise and traveled to countless places over the years to seek medical treatment for her.

Even after ascending to the throne, he still addressed her as "Imperial Sister" in a low voice, concerned about her legs.

But after more than a decade of treatment, she had long since come to terms with reality. Since she couldn't stand up, why cause her any more trouble...

"Instead of treating your leg, you should worry more about the affairs of the court... When you were collecting charcoal to start a fire in the cold palace, did you ever think that one day you would be sitting in this golden palace?"

Since she is now the Empress of Fenglin Kingdom, she should naturally take responsibility. Don't waste your time on me; it's all useless anyway..."

Seeing that the other person's eyelashes were trembling violently, she softened her voice and brushed her fingertips against the water droplets that had condensed on the edge of the teacup.

"Besides, although your elder sister can't stand, she can keep an eye on the schemes of those old ministers—now that your foundation is unstable, you need to think even more carefully..."

However, Feng Xiyue did not listen to any of her words.

Feng Xiyue suddenly stood up, the gold thread embroidery on her black phoenix robe shimmering in the candlelight.

She walked a few steps to Feng Liluo, her eyes burning with determination: "No matter how heavy other matters may be, they cannot crush this empire."

She stared at the flickering candlelight in the other person's eyes, her tone softening considerably, "In my heart, my elder sister's legs are equally crucial..."

If Feng Liluo hadn't had a leg ailment, she would probably have become the crown prince of Fenglin Kingdom long ago...

Feng Liluo frowned slightly and sighed softly, "Xi Yue, I know you're worried about me... and I know all of this too."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, you will definitely cooperate with the Imperial Hospital's treatment of you, and you should also take good care of your important matters."

Feng Xiyue calmed down a bit and nodded, saying, "I know, Your Majesty. I haven't neglected any official duties for even a day."

"The matter of Prince Rui's rebellion has been dealt with properly. Now the garrison in the capital is probably not enough to resist him."

"I can allocate three thousand men to you. As for the commander..." He hesitated slightly.

She had also heard about Feng Xifeng and Han Zixuan being appointed as third-rank military officers.

She knew very little about Han Zixuan, having only met her once when she confronted Feng Wanqing in the imperial court.

It is said that he was a man of great literary talent and offered strategies that benefited the country and its people, which led the Empress Dowager to call him a pillar of the nation.

But he was a true scholar, and his knowledge of military strategy and warfare was limited...

Looking at Feng Xiyue with a skeptical gaze, Feng Xiyue hurriedly said, "I have already chosen the commander-in-chief, Your Majesty. This person is absolutely capable of shouldering this great responsibility..."

This piqued Feng Liluo's interest. "Oh? Tell me about it!"

Feng Xiyue then told Feng Liluo about Han Zixuan's situation with a smug look on her face.

In all the time I've known Han Zixuan, I've never seen any shortcomings in her!

He could draw a bow and shoot an arrow from a hundred paces away, and he was also a brilliant writer who won first place in the provincial examination.

What's most mysterious is her unfathomable and profound martial arts skills.

Spending time with her always brings unexpected surprises…

Feng Xiyue's eyes were full of excitement and admiration as she spoke.

Feng Lilu looked surprised and said with a smile, "I didn't expect her to have such a high opinion of you."

"You've described her so well that I now want to meet her!"

"Hehe, I had thought about introducing her to my elder sister before!"

Moreover, she is going to Suizhou tomorrow, after this matter is over.

I will definitely introduce you to my elder sister..."

As the two were talking, a servant came to report from outside the door, "Your Majesty, the Prince of Nan'an has come to request an audience."

Feng Xiyue frowned slightly, "What could the Prince of Nan'an possibly want to do at this time?"

The Prince of Nan'an and his aunts should address each other as "aunt," and they have always been detached from worldly affairs.

He lived a quiet and unassuming life as a prince, and did not participate in the struggle for the throne on either side.

They understood the situation fairly well, and rarely went to the palace for an audience...

He didn't take it to heart, and exchanged a glance with Feng Liluo, "Perhaps Aunt has something to say in requesting an audience!"

"Send word!"

Feng Xiyue tidied herself up and sat back in her high position.

As soon as Feng Yu entered the Taiji Hall, she saw Feng Liluo standing to the side.

He then bowed respectfully and said, "Greetings, Your Majesty the Empress!"

Feng Xiyue smiled calmly, "Aunt, there's no need for such formalities, please rise."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"I wonder what brings my aunt here today?"

Feng Yu composed herself.

He immediately put on a wronged expression and said, "Your Majesty, I beg you to do me justice!"