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

Wen Qing laughed out loud, "Hehehe, Chen Pi, you don't understand. There's a saying, 'A cornered dog will jump over the wall.' It's a fact that I used the Rongdi prince. It doesn't matter if you don't admit it."

But if the Western Shu Kingdom were to actually transfer its anger to the Eastern Sang Kingdom, wouldn't that be shooting itself in the foot?

"Bring another enemy to Dongsang Kingdom? A problem that can be solved for 50,000 taels of silver—isn't it a worthwhile deal to make Fenglin and Xishu turn against each other…?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Pi's eyes lit up instantly, and he immediately flattered with a smile, "Your Highness is wise... This way, Feng Lin will not shift his attention to our Dong Sang Kingdom."

That's truly killing two birds with one stone!

"A triple win!"

Chen Pi looked at his prince with suspicion, but then heard Wen Qing say with amusement, "It is said that the people from Nan Zhao Kingdom also got involved last night."

"In that case, it won't just be my Dongsang Kingdom that's hostile to Fenglin Kingdom..."

"Have our people pack their things tonight, and bid farewell to Empress Fenglin tomorrow."

"It's Your Highness!"

It's better for everything to be in chaos, so he'll have more opportunities.

The cool moonlight shone on Wen Qing, making him appear exceptionally sinister.

Inside the Taiji Hall, Feng Xiyue was in high spirits as she looked at the treaty signed between Western Shu and Southern Zhao displayed on the table.

"Hehe, Han Qing really knows how to do things. In just a few days, he has earned hundreds of thousands of taels of silver."

This year's military spending doesn't need to be so tight!

Several trusted officials stood below the stage, while Feng Liluo sat calmly to the side.

Jiang Qing remained deep in thought. "Your Majesty, although Western Shu and Southern Zhao have now settled down..."

But this isn't a genuine surrender; it's best to take precautions early!

Feng Xiyue nodded and said, "Of course, Gu Yi had already taken precautions."

Their thoughts were written all over their faces; they were trying to find out about my current situation, Feng Lin!

Hmph... You all still have wicked intentions, do you really think I'm some ignorant little brat?

This time, we're just teaching them a lesson! Let's see if they dare to try anything again..."

"Your Majesty, news has come from the post station that the envoys from the Western Shu Kingdom made some discoveries last night."

"Tell me! What did you find?"

"The people of Western Shu actually secretly invited the Third Prince of Eastern Sang Kingdom to come over!"

Moreover, they stayed there for more than an hour, as there were guards around them.

So no information was found..."

Feng Xiyue frowned and snorted coldly, "As expected... none of these people are simple..."

Clearly, the Eastern Sang Kingdom was also secretly involved in this matter.

It seems that the Eastern Sang Kingdom is indeed the most restless!

"Send someone to keep a close eye on that Third Prince, and report back immediately if he makes any unusual moves!"

"It's your Majesty!"

Feng Xiyue lightly tapped the sandalwood table with her fingertips; the edges of the map spread out on the table were slightly curled from being rubbed.

When he raised his eyes, his phoenix eyes still held an undiminished majesty, but when he looked at his trusted confidants below the steps, his brows slowly relaxed.

"You have followed me for so many years, you should know that I am not someone who covets this phoenix throne."

She pointed her finger across the territory marked "Fenglin" on the map, her tone deep and slow, "Since ascending the throne..."

He always puts the people's livelihood and well-being first.

The flood and drought reports submitted by each prefecture, the grain and fodder lists sent from the border...

I will resolve the issues left by the late emperors, such as "Essentials of Politics" and "Agriculture and Sericulture."

They protected Feng Lin for a hundred years; now that it's my turn, I cannot allow this empire to shrink even a little in my hands.

She suddenly looked up, her eyes blazing with light, "We must ensure that farmers can store up surplus grain, and that children can go to school."

I want the soldiers on the border to wield the sharpest swords and wear the warmest armor—that is the Phoenix's Arrival I desire.

A cold, sharp smile curved his lips: "The martial arts documents sent by various countries are all tests. Saying they're willing to form a marriage alliance is nothing more than trying to gauge Feng Lin's strength."

I am aware of every move made by the envoys of various countries in my Fenglin.

They dare to covet my Fenglin? Hmph, they should see if they have the ability.

He tapped his knuckles heavily on the edge of the map. "I will show them the strength of Fenglin, the grain grown in these fertile fields, and the hoes and knives held by millions of people!"

"Anyone who dares to reach out, I dare to chop off their claws."

As she rose, her fiery red phoenix robe trailed on the ground with a rustling sound. "Go and convey my decree: effective immediately, reinforce the border with 30,000 troops and widen the grain supply route by three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

I will show those eyes that are watching Feng Lin—this phoenix not only flies, but also has sharp claws.

His impassioned and inspiring speech resonated with the officials in the hall.

Everyone was filled with enthusiasm and shouted in unison.

"Your Majesty is wise!"

"Your Majesty is wise!"

Feng Lilu smiled with satisfaction, recalling the ambitious young girl from back then.

Now it has become a dazzling phoenix with an aura that looks down upon the world.

When only Feng Xiyue and Feng Liluo remained in the main hall.

Feng Xiyue lost her previous imposing aura and replaced it with a gentle and worried expression.

"Royal sister...how has your leg been these past few days?"

Has anything changed compared to before? Has the medicine Han Zixuan gave me been effective...?

A series of questions left Feng Lilu somewhat helpless. She looked gently at the person who was looking at her legs.

He said gently, "Princess, do not worry. The medicine given by Lady Han is very effective."

These past few days, I've felt as if my legs are constantly immersed in warm water, which is very comfortable.

I can now feel some sensation again.

Ever since Han Zixuan gave her a positive answer.

Feng Liluo is no longer the cold-faced Prince Qi who keeps everyone at arm's length.

Instead, it's like a snow-capped mountain welcoming spring!

Feng Xiyue was also excited, "Hehe, it's good that it works... Han Zixuan really didn't lie to me..."

If my elder sister can truly recover to normal, I'll pluck the stars from the sky for Han Zixuan!

Upon hearing this, Feng Lilu smiled and said, "Lady Han is truly no ordinary person! She must be a divine messenger sent to Fenglin by the heavens!"

"You must treat my imperial sister well..."

She naturally noticed the slight difference in Han Zixuan.

However, she knew that some things could be overcome by breaking through that barrier.

Don't overanalyze or be overly suspicious; just treat each other normally.

"Royal sister... don't worry... I know... and I already owe her countless promises!"

I'm afraid it will be very difficult to pay it all back... My elder sister, please help me pay some back in the future..."

The two exchanged a smile, both seeing a deeper meaning in each other's eyes.

But no one has truly shown it!

At dawn, while the sky was still bathed in indigo, the first wisp of agarwood incense rose from the bronze crane incense burner in the Taiji Hall.

The wisps of smoke curled around the gilded dragons hanging between the beams and pillars, and the bronze bells on the eaves jingled softly in the morning breeze.

This made the hall even quieter, with only the rustling sound of eunuchs tiptoeing around.

Wen Qing led the delegation of envoys to wait below the steps of the palace, the hibiscus flower pattern embroidered on her brocade robe gleaming faintly in the dim light of dawn.

The woman in the lead held a box in her hands; her fingers were long and slender, but the tips were slightly pale.

Standing motionless in the cold wind, I suddenly heard a sound.

"His Majesty has arrived!"

As the chanting of "Greetings" was heard, a bright yellow ceremonial guard emerged from behind the main hall.

Feng Xiyue was not wearing court attire today, but only a dark blue casual dress with a dark phoenix pattern embroidered on the collar, which was even more imposing than a phoenix robe.

As she sat down, her gaze swept lightly across the steps below, landing on the box held by the envoy.