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

Moreover, it wasn't just this one thing; she even noticed the faint, almost imperceptible gaze coming from inside the sedan chair.

Han Zixuan didn't pay much attention, but calmly looked at the scenery in the distance.

He secretly kept a close eye on some of the strange people in Dongsang Kingdom!

After arranging things here, Chen Pi looked around and came to the sedan chair.

The curtain was lifted, revealing an extremely pale face.

"Third Prince, how are you!"

Wenqing lay on her side in the sedan chair, her lips pale and almost transparent, her eyelids slightly raised.

Struggling to suppress the stinging pain in his chest, he coughed, "Cough...cough, it's getting hard..."

Chen Pi said anxiously, "Your Highness...should I please find a doctor to examine the injury?"

His Highness has not received proper rest since his serious injury.

The wound has not only failed to heal, but has likely worsened.

Wen Qing frowned and slowly reached out her hand. Chen Pi stepped forward to help him down from the sedan chair.

He said softly, "No need to cough... There are people from other countries in the post station besides Feng Lin."

Don't... attract other people's attention!

Actually, he wasn't the one chosen for this mission; the previous plan was interrupted.

This forced the Eastern Sang Kingdom to lose a significant number of men.

He was also severely reprimanded by his father, and his younger sister and brother added fuel to the fire.

Upon learning that he was seriously injured and that his father had ordered him to return home immediately, he was very unwilling to see his plans abandoned halfway.

He earnestly begged his father to give him another chance, even though using Feng Wanqing as a means to an end had failed.

However, the Qinglian Sect is gaining momentum in the martial arts world!

The fact that he holds a position of considerable influence in the martial arts world means that he has not failed.

Despite his serious injuries, he insisted on becoming an envoy of the Dongsang Kingdom to Fenglin.

I never expected to run into Han Zixuan on the very first day...

Chen Pi said worriedly, "But... Your Highness... this is really dangerous!"

Wen Qing said calmly, "It's alright... I'm perfectly fine... cough cough..."

He coughed a few times as soon as he finished speaking, unable to suppress the tickling sensation in his throat.

Chen Pi quickly tried to soothe the prince's breathing, but he could only silently give up trying to persuade him.

After a long while of gentle warmth, I felt much more comfortable in my chest.

Did she recognize you just now...?

Chen Pi naturally knew who Wen Qing was referring to when she said "she".

After a moment's thought, he voiced his doubts.

"I don't know this subordinate... Judging from Han Zixuan's reaction, she probably didn't recognize him."

However, Han Zixuan noticed that the expressions on the faces of the envoys were extremely grim, and her subordinates were also unsure!

He couldn't quite figure out Han Zixuan...

Wen Qing frowned slightly, then said lazily, "Forget it, things have come to this point, there's no use worrying. Just be more careful in your actions and don't give anything away."

At dusk on the second day, the Taiming Hall deep within the palace was radiant with light. Thirty-six palace lanterns hung between the gilded dragon pillars, and the candlelight illuminated the hall as if it were daytime.

A beaded curtain made of jade and pearls hung in three layers, its tinkling sounds echoing as the jade pendants jingled.

Feng Xiyue was dressed in a crimson-gold brocade robe embroidered with a hundred phoenixes facing the sun, with flowing clouds seemingly floating between the wide sleeves.

She sat upright on the nine-tiered white jade dragon throne, the crimson gold phoenix crown on her head reflecting a cold light.

The cinnabar dot between his brows and the gold thread on his phoenix robe complemented each other, and his imposing presence silenced the entire hall.

Below the steps, a long table meandered like a dragon, where envoys from various countries and officials of the third rank and above from the court sat in order.

Amber-colored imperial wine was served in a crystal goblet, and delicacies were laid out on a gilded tray.

The music played by the musicians flowed through the palace like a clear spring, while dozens of exquisitely dressed men danced gracefully in the huge open space in the middle.

The main hall was bustling with activity for a moment, and Feng Xiyue's gaze swept across the audience below the stage.

She exchanged a glance with the emperor's consort on one side and nodded with a smile.

He then looked over the envoys from various countries one by one.

As soon as the music stopped, the dancing men suddenly froze and struck a very attractive pose.

This drew cheers, and Han Zixuan clapped along.

She had rarely seen ancient handsome men dance.

I must say, they're quite good-looking, no less so than any of the modern beauty groups.

She admired it with a serious expression, while the three members of the envoy group opposite her kept glancing at her, seemingly casually.

She felt those gazes and met them directly.

Sitting opposite Han Zixuan was the envoy delegation from the Dong Sang Kingdom.

Seated at the head was an extremely handsome man with skin as smooth as jade, eyebrows as dark as ink, and eyes that were slightly upturned at the corners as if they held spring water. His black hair was tied up with a gilded crown inlaid with pearls.

A few stray hairs fell over her shoulders, making her skin appear even more fair and radiant.

Her every gesture exudes a unique elegance and otherworldly grace, as if she were a celestial being descended from a painting.

Han Zixuan nodded to herself, thinking that he must be a prince of Dongsang Kingdom.

She's quite good-looking, but that outfit made her look rather ordinary!

Turning to look at the delegation from the Southern Zhao Kingdom on the side, a lively young man dressed in ethnic minority attire stood out.

Beside him sat a woman dressed in luxurious clothes.

However, the woman's face was partially obscured by a mask, so Han Zixuan turned her attention to the Western Shu delegation.

Tana's figure was the most eye-catching; she sat at the table as immovable as a boulder.

A man with wavy hair, wearing a veil, sat beside her.

Although her face was not clearly visible, her pair of gray-blue eyes were extremely unique and mysterious.

As she was looking around, her eyes suddenly met those eyes, but Han Zixuan did not flinch at all.

His gaze became bolder, his eyes filled with a smile.

Full of scrutiny and observation... Just then, Jiang Qing suddenly leaned over and spoke to Han Zixuan.

She then withdrew her gaze, and everyone withdrew, the entire space falling silent.

At this moment, Feng Xiyue picked up the gilded wine cup and stood up, her gaze sweeping over everyone in the hall, her voice as clear and resonant as a great bell.

"I am overjoyed that you have traveled thousands of miles to come. I wish that our nations may forever form an alliance, treat each other with courtesy, engage in trade, and forever cease hostilities."

This cup is offered in tribute to lasting peace!

After speaking, he tilted his head back and drank it all, the pearl and jade tassels swaying gently with his movements.

The envoys from various countries stood up abruptly, picked up their cups and goblets, and responded with smiles.

They chanted in unison, "May peace and prosperity last forever!"

But everyone had their own agenda, and their eyes darted around, each harboring their own schemes.

Feng Xiyue nodded and said in a deep voice, "Please welcome everyone to this humble banquet!"

"please!"

After a brief, meaningless exchange of pleasantries, the envoy from the Southern Zhao Kingdom was the first to stand up.

Standing beside Prince Wu Yu of Nanzhao.

"King Nanzhao sent us to congratulate the new emperor Fenglin on his ascension to the throne."

We present one hundred precious treasures to Her Majesty the Empress, wishing her a long and healthy life, and eternal youth!

Wu Yu, adorned in silver, stood up, holding an extremely antique box in her hand.

She spoke in a clear voice, "Your Majesty, among the treasures that Nanzhao has brought this time, three are sacred objects of our country."

This is a rare opportunity, presented to His Majesty Fenglin to demonstrate the friendship between Nanzhao and Fenglin!

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their attention to him.

Feng Xiyue asked with genuine curiosity, "Oh... what treasure is it!"