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

Seeing her subordinates fall one after another, Wen Qing felt a sense of panic.

If they continue to entangle themselves, it's clear that none of them will escape.

Wen Qing's expression changed, and she immediately made a decision, looking towards the window on the side.

He could only utter one word urgently, "Withdraw!"

The black figure vanished into the night like a ghost.

The men in black followed closely behind, leaving three or five people to hold Han Zixuan back.

After dealing with the last man in black, Han Zixuan casually tossed the body aside and stood motionless by the window.

His eyes were dark as he stared into the pitch-black night.

"I didn't expect there would be such an unexpected turn of events." It seems that the trip to Suizhou was not as simple as it seemed.

Such a pleasant surprise upon arriving in Fuhu Town! It seems Prince Rui is indeed involved with the Qinglian Sect.

Clearly, their purpose is not simple.

What was originally a struggle for the throne has now been complicated by the involvement of martial arts gangs, and Han Zixuan senses something unusual about it.

In the dim, flickering candlelight, a tall and straight figure stood.

With a mixture of tenderness and resentment, she ripped off her veil, revealing a stunningly beautiful face, as if sculpted by a master craftsman, with a high, straight nose and delicately pursed lips.

His brows were furrowed, like frost in the dead of winter, and his narrow eyes burned with anger. He exuded a chilling aura that made people afraid to approach him.

With a flick of her sleeve, she cast a chilling glance at the man in black behind her, "Find out who this Han Zixuan is."

"I require all her information to be accurate. Feng Wanqing, you'd better not be intentionally deceiving me."

Han Zixuan's strength made him experience an unprecedented sense of crisis.

Her strange martial arts skills were even stronger than those of the sect leaders she had encountered in the martial arts world.

If he hadn't withdrawn in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Just who is this Han Zixuan?

The man in black immediately obeyed and left.

At dawn, Feng Wanqing had just opened her eyes when she felt a chill on her neck. Seeing the sharp blade against her neck, she instantly became awake and looked at the man in black beside her in shock.

Her voice trembled as she asked, "Master Wen... Master Wen, what... what are you doing?"

This kind of thing happening so early in the morning would terrify anyone.

Wen Qing spoke slowly and deliberately, "Your Highness, I believe we are allies and should trust each other, right?"

Feng Wanqing didn't understand Wen Qing's meaning, but she still nodded quickly, "Of course... it's about mutual trust among allies."

Wen Qing gave a cold laugh and slowly paced around. "Then why did Prince Rui resort to such insidious tactics against this sect leader?"

Feng Wanqing froze on the spot, blinking her eyes in confusion. "Methods...? I...I didn't...Master Wen, have you misunderstood something?"

"I...I have always trusted Master Wen completely, how could I possibly resort to...any tricks?"

Her heart was pounding. Could it be that Leader Wen had found out about her plans... and was here to confront her?

Wen Qing stared intently at Feng Wanqing for a long time, trying to discern something from her expression, but clearly, Feng Wanqing's eyes held only fear.

He then waved his hand, and the sharp blade that had been pressed against Feng Wanqing's neck moved slightly away. His eyes flickered slightly as he said calmly, "Didn't His Highness Prince Rui intend to personally confront Commandant Han from the capital?"

"This leader also wants to see His Highness Prince Rui's imposing presence."

If Feng Wanqing had known Han Zixuan's background from the beginning, she would have inevitably given herself away.

He wanted to see if this was a conspiracy against him.

There can be no mistakes in what we're doing now...

"Huh? Ah?" Feng Wanqing's mind went blank for a moment.

I don't quite understand Wenqing's thinking; she said all this with a knife to her throat...

Why did this have to be dragged into all of this?

Are our demands a bit too much?

"Oh... Master Wen... what do you mean?"

If Master Wen finds my request troublesome, then I may choose not to go..."

If it's really about this, you could just say it directly. There's no need to hold a knife to her throat; she's usually very obedient.

But Wen Qing coldly replied, "Go, you must go. I will personally watch you go!"

"Alright, alright, I'll go myself..."

Soon they were fully prepared and led an army of 50,000 towards Fuhu Town, while the people outside the town had long since fled in terror.

Outside the city gate, the cold wind swirled up the grass clippings on the ground, and the flags fluttered in the wind. Fuhu Town had been taken over by Han Zixuan after her arrival.

Standing atop the city wall, gazing into the distance, as a vast, dark mass of people stretched across the land, Han Zixuan slightly curled the corners of her lips. "They're here!"

He quickly arranged for the soldiers to get ready, and he was quite excited to be commanding tens of thousands of soldiers for the first time.

When Feng Wanqing rode her tall horse to a stop at the city gate of Fuhu Town, she exuded an imposing aura and loudly proclaimed, "Those above, come down and pay homage to me immediately, or I will raze this entire town to the ground."

At this moment, the tightly closed city gates slowly opened, and Han Zixuan, dressed in full armor, led a group of soldiers out of the city.

He stopped five meters in front of Feng Wanqing, and as soon as he stopped, Feng Wanqing's mocking voice rang out, "Oh, Han Zixuan, we meet again..."

If looks could kill, Han Zixuan would have been torn to pieces by Feng Wanqing's gaze long ago.

If there were a ranking of the people she hated, Han Zixuan would be ranked after Feng Xiyue.

If it weren't for Han Zixuan's interference, it would have been fine if she hadn't wanted to rely on her, but she even tricked her.

Given her mother's affection for her, she might only have to stay in the imperial prison for a short time.

He emerged still as the aloof and superior Prince Rui...

How could she have fallen so low as to be banished to a desolate place by her mother, allowing that vile woman Feng Xiyue to take advantage and become the empress?

Han Zixuan deserves a lot of credit for her current state...

Han Zixuan met Feng Wanqing's gaze directly, and chuckled lightly, neither humble nor arrogant, "Hehehe, Your Highness Prince Rui, how have you been?"

Your valuables and weapons are still stored in my space. I wonder what her expression would be if she knew.

"Heh, I never expected that you and I would meet in this way."

"You were just a lowly scholar before, but now you've been given an important position by Feng Xiyue. You do have some ability. I underestimated you before." He was indignant, but he didn't show it on his face.

Feng Wanqing continued, "Since you've met me, and you're a smart person, I still advise you to keep your eyes open."

See clearly who the wise ruler is; Feng Xiyue is nothing but a treacherous villain.

I am the one who is fit to ascend to the high position.

It's just that that bitch Feng Xiyue beat me to it.

"Now I have gathered my soldiers to reclaim everything that belongs to me..."

With her arms raised high above her head, she wanted the whole world to know that she was the best candidate for empress.

Han Zixuan listened to Feng Wanqing's impassioned speech from the side, and was amazed that Feng Wanqing could keep rambling on even though she hadn't responded.

They really think this is their own personal lecture!

He then spoke up, "Stop...stop, Your Highness, please rein in your narcissistic feelings."