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

She wasn't stupid; if things continued like this, she wouldn't survive. She had to find a way to escape.

Soon, a servant came over and whispered something in Wu Yu's ear.

Wu Yu's eyes lit up instantly, and a smile curved her lips. "Hehe, good, keep spreading the word that I'm going to make Han Zixuan a person that everyone in Kyoto hates."

Let's see how Emperor Fenglin chooses – is the well-being of the city more important, or is Han Zixuan herself more important…?

"And how's that matter going..."

"Don't worry, little prince, I have already secretly delivered the items to the Han residence as you instructed."

Wu Yu laughed and said, "Alright...hehe, even if Han Zixuan is powerful, so what...if I can't do anything to you, can't I at least start with your beloved..."

The eerie and sinister smile made Liu Jingyao, who was standing next to him, flinch.

At the Han family home, Ji Beichen led Yu'an and Yu'ning into the main hall. He was preparing to have dinner with the children.

Han Zixuan did not alert anyone about what happened in the afternoon, so the people in the mansion were unaware of the chaos that had ensued outside.

"My lord, why has my wife not returned to the manor yet?"

Shen Qingxi said calmly and gently, "You must have been held back by something!"

The kitchen has already prepared food for the lady of the house; let's have our meal with Father first.

Han Zixuan had previously said that if she came home late, she could leave her some food instead of waiting for her.

Although it was somewhat against the rules, they gradually got used to it after Han Zixuan told them a few times.

After everyone took their seats, An Jinglan slowly recounted the commotion he had heard that afternoon, "My lord, Brother Chen, did you hear the noise outside the courtyard?"

There seemed to be exclamations mixed in, as if something had happened outside…

Shen Qingxi frowned and exchanged a glance with Ji Beichen. Both of them shook their heads blankly and said, "No...we didn't hear anything..."

"Yes, I didn't hear anything either... Maybe we should ask Steward Qiu later."

Han Zixuan was afraid of frightening them, so she didn't tell them.

An Jinglan was somewhat puzzled. "Could it be that I misheard...? Then I'll have someone ask Steward Qiu later."

He then picked up his chopsticks and started eating, taking a bite of a stir-fried vegetable and mushroom dish from the table, which was no different from usual.

Late at night, a flustered sound broke the silence of An Jinglan's Hibiscus Courtyard.

"Quick...someone come quick...something terrible has happened...Third...Third Master, something terrible has happened!"

Qingtao stumbled and ran out of the courtyard, instantly alarming the entire Han family.

Just after passing through a covered walkway, they happened to run into Han Zixuan, who was returning home looking travel-worn.

The coroner's autopsy takes time, and she didn't want to wait indefinitely.

With His Majesty's men personally watching over her, she felt reassured and returned to her residence.

To everyone's surprise, he heard Qingtao's exclamation as soon as he entered the mansion. He frowned and looked at Qingtao, whose face was ashen, and asked, "What happened..."

Upon seeing Han Zixuan, Qingtao burst into tears and knelt on the ground with a thud, crying out, "Patriarch... Patriarch Sanlangjun, he... he's not alright!"

Han Zixuan's heart tightened instantly. Before Qingtao could react, she rushed to An Jinglan's room.

The night wind whipped the lanterns under the eaves, causing them to sway violently. The orange-yellow light flickered, making Han Zixuan's running figure appear longer and shorter.

Just as they turned the corner of the covered walkway, Green Willow and several servants called out in a panic.

"Sanlang-kun...Sanlang-kun..."

She flung open the door, and a strong fragrance mixed with the stench of blood wafted out. Several maids, huddled around the bed, called out in trembling voices, "Master!" as she entered.

Han Zixuan's gaze swept past the crowd and landed directly on the bed—An Jinglan's jade hairpin, which she usually used to tie her hair up, was scattered on the side of the pillow.

Her long, dark hair was disheveled on the pale brocade quilt, her face was even paler than the bedding beneath her, and her lips had an eerie bluish-purple hue.

His eyes were closed, his chest was still, and one hand hung limply over the edge of the bed.

The moonlight streamed through the windowpane, casting a slanted glow on his lifeless face. Even the small mole at the corner of his eye, which was usually the most lively feature, now appeared as still as death.

Han Zixuan felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, her whole body chilled to the bone, and she grabbed An Jinglan's hand.

It feels like an ice pick to the touch, and even with trembling hands, you can't feel any warmth.

Han Zixuan's voice trembled as she roared at Qingtao, Lvliu, and the other servants, "What's going on..."

Qingtao shook her head, crying, "Go home, Master... This servant doesn't know... My lord... He was fine just now, but he suddenly fainted after taking a bath."

"I had just carried my lord to the bed when... he became like this..."

Han Zixuan didn't stop, using her internal energy to probe An Jinglan's pulse until she finally found it.

A lifeless, deathly pulse.

No... that's impossible. An Jinglan and the others have been taking spiritual spring water all along, so they are basically immune to all poisons, just like her.

Moreover, there wasn't a single wound on his body; he lay there quietly, like a lifeless corpse.

According to Qingtao, An Jinglan only became like this a quarter of an hour ago.

A furrowed brow can trap a fly.

Just then, a series of chaotic footsteps came from outside the door, interspersed with the heart-wrenching cries of a child.

"What happened... Brother An, Ruoxi has been crying for some reason, so I brought her back to you..."

Originally, Han Ruoxi always stayed with her father, but in the evening she played with Yu An and Yu Ning and didn't want to leave.

So they stayed in Ji Beichen's courtyard. The children took turns staying in different places, and today happened to be the day Han Zixuan stayed at his place.

After being teased by Ji Beichen, An Jinglan didn't mind and went back to her courtyard.

Just then, Ruoxi suddenly burst into tears, and nothing he did could soothe her. Seeing that Ruoxi's face was red from crying, Ji Beichen had no choice but to send her back.

Just as he stepped out of the courtyard, he heard Qingtao's exclamation and quickened his pace. He bumped into Shen Qingxi, who had come to check, and entered the Hibiscus Courtyard with a look of anxiety on his face.

As soon as I entered, I saw Han Zixuan's cold and aloof face.

An Jinglan, whose face was ashen on the bed, felt his heart leap into his throat.

"My lady... what... what happened... Jinglan, my little brother..."

Shen Qingxi's eyes widened, and she rushed to the bedside. "This... Mistress... Brother Jinglan... this is..."

Then he looked at Qingtao and the others beside him...

"My lord...this servant...does not know..." He tried his best to suppress the tears welling up in his eyes and looked at Han Zixuan.

Han Zixuan tried her best to calm herself down and looked at Shen Qingxi with a serious expression, saying, "Now is not the time to ask questions. Have everyone leave first. Do not let anyone in without my order."

They also sent someone with my identification token to the palace to summon a royal physician.

Shen Qingxi quickly nodded, "Okay...okay..."

They quickly led all the servants away, leaving not even Ji Beichen and Xiao Ruoxi behind.

He turned and glanced at his wife and An Jinglan in the room, then clenched his hands and began to ask about what had happened in the Hibiscus Courtyard.

Seeing that everyone had left, Han Zixuan no longer hesitated and took out the spiritual spring water from her spatial storage.

Without a second thought, he poured the entire bowl of spiritual spring water into An Jinglan's mouth.