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

Two more arrows struck the heads of two other men, instantly causing quite a commotion.

"Ah...ah...!"

The two men who were hit in the hair wet their pants and stood frozen in place, trembling.

At that moment, a deep voice came from afar.

"Military law is strict, and orders are as solid as mountains! Anyone who speaks of desertion or misleads the troops on the battlefield will be executed without mercy! Their head will be displayed high as a warning to others!"

All officers and soldiers should know that on the battlefield, retreat means certain death, while advance means victory. Anyone who deserts in the face of battle, spreads words of cowardice, or undermines morale will be considered a traitor and their entire family will be executed!

Anyone who dares to disobey orders will be executed without mercy under military law!

Now that we've barely left the capital, some people are already trying to desert. If we give them a warning, I'm afraid these soldiers will all desert before we even reach Suizhou.

The scare tactic was effective; all the soldiers and officers were intimidated by Han Zixuan's imposing presence.

Han Zixuan was nearly a hundred meters away from the soldiers, yet she could hear their conversation and was able to shoot the leader dead with a single arrow from a hundred paces away.

This shows how terrifyingly powerful she is; she was someone who hadn't taken Han Zixuan seriously before.

One by one, they all suppressed their own little thoughts.

This also successfully created a certain deterrent effect among the troops.

He stretched out his long arm and pointed the long sword in his hand at the sky.

"Let's keep going!"

This time the ranks were noticeably more orderly, and the soldiers who had been shot were only hastily dealt with.

When nobody is paying attention...

Feng Wanqing looked at the secret letter in her hand and sneered inwardly, "Third brother is really arrogant, actually thinking he is the emperor of a country."

It's a joke that a garrison of only 30,000 dares to fight against me.

"Just wait till I beat her to a pulp!"

An Yun stood aside and said in a deep voice, "Your Highness, we must not underestimate the enemy. We do not know which general from the capital is leading the troops. Is it General Hai, Deputy General Liu, or Commandant Shen...? We must prepare defenses and strategies now."

Although we have a slight advantage in numbers, it's best to proceed with caution in all aspects.

Feng Wanqing scoffed, her face full of mockery. "Prime Minister An, you overestimate my imperial sister. A famous general in the capital? Heh, you know she's not a single military general."

Haha, Feng Xiyue sent a scholar as her commander. I think she's already afraid of me and has lost all confidence, so she just randomly assigned a weak scholar to deliver my head.

"Heh heh heh, why go through all this trouble and hassle? Just wait for me to arrive in Kyoto, surrender, and abdicate."

An Xiang frowned and pondered, "It shouldn't be that he's just a candidate for the imperial examination... With the Prince of Jin's shrewdness, he shouldn't make such a basic mistake..."

An Yun, after all, had once been a prime minister and knew the Prince of Jin quite well; he was indeed a rare and wise prince.

If it weren't for his poor background and lack of support from his father and grandfather, he wouldn't have been excluded from the list of heirs to the throne so early on.

I never expected that the person I thought was least likely to ascend the throne would now be sitting on the phoenix throne.

It's true, one wrong move can lead to total defeat...

But now that she's already on Prince Rui's ship, there's no turning back.

Sending a candidate to the imperial examinations—there must be something fishy going on.

Her words made Feng Wanqing raise an eyebrow. "Does Prime Minister An mean there's something wrong with this person?"

"It is Your Highness. May I ask this person's name?"

Perhaps it was the daughter of a military general who abandoned martial arts for a literary career.

Feng Wanqing also became somewhat suspicious, taking the letter in her hand and looking at it again.

Upon seeing the name written above, I sneered for a moment.

"Hehe, it's her... I didn't expect it to be her... Very good, so... so they had already joined forces all along."

No wonder I was impeached repeatedly before; it was all their doing.

This saves me the trouble of searching again; it solves the problem all at once.

No wonder everything went wrong; it turns out that Han Zixuan had been involved with the third brother from the very beginning.

Now we'll settle both old and new scores.

An Yun was completely confused, but her curiosity grew even stronger as she looked at Feng Wanqing's ferocious face.

"Your Highness...who are you?"

"See for yourself..." He threw the letter directly at An Yun's feet.

An Yun was somewhat surprised to see the names on the list, but the lines between her brows deepened even more.

"Han Zixuan..."

How could it be her? Han Zixuan married her son, so she is her daughter-in-law.

It reminds me of An Jinglan, who, despite severing ties with her mother, has now had her family property confiscated.

It seems only the mother and child are left.

It's inevitable that I'll be moved by this now...

Seeing An Yun's changed expression, Feng Wanqing immediately probed, "Prime Minister An seems to have something on his mind? Could it be that Han Zixuan is related to you..."

An Yun immediately came to his senses and respectfully said, "Your Highness, I do not know Han Zixuan."

"I didn't say anything about why Prime Minister An was so agitated. Hehe, now I know that Han Zixuan should have been the Third Prince's person from the beginning."

"I am in this predicament because of them, and I will not let them off so easily this time..."

An Yun remained silent, as if she were to reveal her relationship with Han Zixuan at this moment.

This would inevitably arouse suspicion, and I fear I might be beheaded.

"Someone, go and invite Master Wen here. I have important matters to discuss with you..."

Wen Qing remained shrouded in a black robe, not revealing a single gap, and sat calmly to one side.

"What brings you here, Your Highness?"

Feng Wanqing said excitedly, "Now we are in a cooperative relationship, and I am very grateful to Master Wen for his help."

Currently, 30,000 garrison troops from Kyoto are heading towards Suizhou.

"I wish to discuss a battle plan with the leader."

Wen Qing tilted her head slightly and said softly, "Oh, Prince Rui, what plan do you have? Please tell me."

Feng Wanqing rolled her eyes, "The general who came this time has some grudges with me."

"I want to go and meet her myself, capture her and tear her to pieces..."

He then turned his gaze to Wen Qing, "How about I be the commander-in-chief this time?"

With a gentle chuckle, Wen Qing explained, "This is what they call the battle plan."

He said slowly, "Your Highness Prince Rui, we've already made things very clear."

The leader of this sect is willing to lend Your Highness 30,000 men on the condition that Your Highness achieves your great cause.

It is I, the leader, who will guide all decisions.

Is Your Highness now going to renege on your promise?

His tone was slightly cold. Did this good-for-nothing find out something?

Feng Wanqing quickly explained, "No...no...I had no intention of interfering with Master Wen's decision-making."

I just... I just wanted to personally eliminate an enemy before the battle.

The general who came this time has some personal grudges with me, so I want to finish her off myself to vent my anger.

Wen Qing narrowed her eyes slightly. "Oh? So it's because enemies are meeting again and their eyes are filled with hatred."

"Why go through all that trouble? His Highness, just tell me who you want, and I'll bring them to you directly. It'll save Your Highness from putting yourself in danger."

Feng Wanqing hesitated for a moment, "It won't cost me anything, and I won't be going to such a dangerous place as the front lines. I just want to experience the grandeur of two armies clashing."

Wen Qing couldn't help but sneer inwardly, "A useless puppet, trying to act tough, huh? If you weren't still useful, you would have been long gone..."