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

The voice was low and audible in An Jinglan's ear!

An Jinglan's face immediately flushed red, and he slowly raised his hand to caress Han Zixuan's face.

The atmosphere suddenly became exceptionally ambiguous, and Han Zixuan felt extremely relaxed at that moment.

Gradually, Han Zixuan's hands began to wander, roaming over An Jinglan's body.

The temperature inside the room rose, and Han Zixuan waved her hand to lower the bed curtains.

Outside the window, the double eaves and upturned corners were covered with a thin layer of snow, and the eaves bells, hanging with icicles, tinkled softly.

A warm yellow light shone through the window lattice of the west wing, turning the falling snow into scattered gold.

Red curtains hung down like flowing clouds, and jade pendants hung from the gold-threaded hooks, reflecting shimmering light in the flickering candlelight.

The charcoal in the bronze incense burner was burning brightly, and the scent of sandalwood mixed with snowmelt permeated the carved low couch, causing the brocade quilt on the couch to rise slightly.

A section of a smooth wrist peeks out from the edge of the silk embroidered with twin lotus blossoms. The wrist is pinkish, which makes it look especially charming in contrast to the crystal bracelet.

Occasionally, a few uncontrollable murmurs could be heard!

The sound gradually faded away in the latter half of the night.

Snowflakes fell softly onto the glazed tiles outside the window, but inside the house was warm and cozy, with even the air filled with a sweet, honey-like aroma.

As the morning light pierced through the clouds, the black tiles of the Han Mansion, covered with a thin layer of snow, shone with a pearly luster.

The last drop of meltwater fell from the eaves, landing with a "plop" in a puddle on the bluestone slab, startling the wandering crows.

The corridor railings were covered with fluffy snowflakes, which, when blown by the wind, rustled up into fine snow mist.

In the dim light of dawn, it refracted a seven-colored halo. The morning breeze, carrying the fragrance of plum blossoms, swept through the hall, brushing past the bamboo branches covered with ice crystals. The bamboo leaves trembled slightly, releasing snowflakes that splashed onto the stone steps like tiny silver flowers.

In the distance, the snow-capped artificial mountains gradually awaken under the rising sun, their white surfaces gleaming with a soft, warm light.

Han Zixuan slowly opened her eyes and looked out the window at the bright sky.

He placed the back of his hand on his forehead, paused for a moment, and then turned to look at the sleeping An Jinglan.

Seeing that he was sleeping soundly, Han Zixuan slowly traced his face with her fingers.

She felt a pang of heartache; she had been somewhat reckless yesterday, causing An Jinglan considerable distress.

He must be exhausted. Fortunately, I gave him some spiritual spring water while he was dazed.

I won't feel uncomfortable when I wake up, so I lingered in bed for a while longer.

Only then did he get up and ask Qiu Tong about what had happened while she was away.

The shops that were bought have all been set up. Han Zixuan has also bought four dairy cows that she had asked her to find.

They are all mothers who have just given birth, and their milk is plentiful.

The daily milk production of a dairy cow is typically around 20-40 kilograms.

Assuming an average daily output of 30 kilograms per cow, the four cows can produce approximately 120 kilograms of milk per day.

With this amount of milk, you could almost support a milk tea shop.

Yes, Han Zixuan plans to open a milk tea shop in Kyoto.

Not only is it simple and easy to operate, but it should also be very popular in winter.

Check the situation in Kyoto beforehand.

"Master, everything is ready. We just need you to choose an auspicious day so we can open for business!"

Han Zixuan nodded, "Yes, it's already December."

The end of the year is a lively time.

Opening as early as possible also allows us to test the market.

"By the way, have you found any larger shops?"

Qiu Tong could only shake her head helplessly and say, "Master, it's really hard to find a good, large shop!"

Han Zixuan knew she couldn't rush things; she could only wait for an opportunity.

"Alright, have someone tidy up that bigger shop first!"

We plan to open together in a few days.

The Murong family issue has been resolved, so there's no need to worry about anything anymore.

Arrange for Ji Xiao to open Ningxiang Pavilion in Kyoto as soon as possible.

After all, the high-ranking officials and nobles in Kyoto are not short of money at all.

"Yes! Patriarch!"

After inquiring about matters within the manor, Han Zixuan casually asked, "Has anything happened in the capital?"

Let's take a look at the recent situation.

Qiu Tong thought about it and realized that everything else was insignificant.

It doesn't matter whose son is pregnant or whose grandfather is celebrating his birthday.

Then, as if remembering something, he hesitated and said, "The matter in Kyoto... yes... yes... nothing else special happened in Kyoto after the head of the family left."

The only thing that people can still talk about with relish is probably the matter concerning the Prince of Nan'an's residence!

Han Zixuan's eyes lit up when she heard about the Prince of Nan'an's residence.

"The Prince of Nan'an's residence? What happened?"

Qiu Tong carefully chose her words and slowly said, "This happened not long after you left the capital, Patriarch..."

That day, Feng Yu hurriedly left for the Jingzhao Prefecture to rescue Consort Feng, who had been captured!

Feng Yu initially thought that it was just a minor mistake made by Consort Feng.

However, upon arriving at the capital, they discovered that Consort Feng had secretly set up a gambling game during the national mourning period.

Arrested in public by the government office, Consort Feng Zhao was still extremely arrogant and threatened others with her status!

"I am the heiress of the Prince of Nan'an's mansion... Who dares to touch me!"

When Guo Wen, the Prefect of Jingzhao, heard Feng Yi introduce himself, he was slightly surprised!

When did the Prince of Nan'an's mansion bestow the title of Heir Apparent? How come she didn't know!

Regardless of whether Consort Feng is actually the Crown Princess, gathering to gamble during the national mourning period is a serious crime of disrespecting the Empress!

The incident alarmed quite a few people, so she naturally dared not let it go so easily.

In addition, given Feng Zhaoyi's special status, she did not want to offend the Prince of Nan'an's mansion.

Just when she was at her wit's end, someone suggested that she report directly to the Emperor!

Since His Majesty makes the decision, the Prince's Mansion will not do anything to her!

Guo Wen thought it made a lot of sense, so she presented the matter to the Emperor before Feng Yu arrived.

Feng Xiyue was furious when she learned of this.

Knowing that Consort Feng had not been granted the title of Lady of the First Rank and that her biological father was merely a concubine, she still dared to act so recklessly.

They immediately had Consort Feng Zhao given thirty heavy lashes and imprisoned her in the imperial prison.

No one was allowed to visit her. Feng Yu was also reprimanded by Feng Xiyue for failing to properly educate her daughter and was fined two years' salary.

The story of Consort Feng also spread throughout the capital, and it quickly became a topic of conversation among the people of the capital, especially at the Prince of Nan'an's residence.

The Prince of Nan'an lost face and was rarely seen leaving his home; now, everyone keeps their distance from him.

Han Zixuan smiled faintly after hearing this, "Heh, they really do get themselves into trouble if they don't act recklessly..."

The Prince of Nan'an's mansion is a murky mess; let them make a mess of things themselves!

You still want to reunite with Qingxi... Keep dreaming!

I shook my head and stopped paying attention; it wasn't really their business anyway.

Instead, he instructed Qiutong to prepare gifts for the New Year and handle some matters concerning the Han family.

Indeed, as Han Zixuan said, the Nan'an Prince's Mansion is currently in complete chaos.

After Consort Feng was imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison, Consort Li spent her days weeping and complaining to Consort Feng.

"Your Highness...Your Highness...Please save Consort Zhao...She...is suffering so much in the Imperial Prison!"

"Please, Your Highness, think of a way. She is your eldest daughter..."

Now, Consort Li no longer has the leisure he once had, spending his days worrying about Consort Feng.

He was so worried that he couldn't eat or sleep well all day, and he looked much older and haggard.