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

Feng Xiyue's gaze was intense; she did not regard Han Zixuan as a subject.

Instead, they treated each other as equal friends, so they didn't hide their true feelings at all.

"I think it's best to think twice before acting..."

Han Zixuan lowered her eyelids, pondered for a moment, and said softly.

"Your Majesty, rest assured... Since I was able to reveal this matter, I must have had a plan."

"Your Majesty, don't you think the current situation in the four kingdoms needs to be changed?"

While the situation may appear peaceful now, it is actually turbulent beneath the surface.

The Western Shu Kingdom has always coveted Fenglin, a vast land, while the Eastern Sang Kingdom is also eager to make a move.

Even the seemingly insignificant Nan Zhao was swayed by self-interest and opportunism.

The war between the four kingdoms was inevitable; it was only a matter of time.

Originally, Han Zixuan disdained to get involved in such troublesome matters.

But that's how it is; the more you try to avoid it, the more likely it is to come knocking.

Now, the Southern Zhao Kingdom has taken the initiative to attack those she cares about.

He had completely touched her sore spot, so how could he pretend not to know?

This isn't in her nature; nipping danger in the bud is the only way to protect those she cares about...

Therefore, she plans to eliminate these potential threats one by one.

This definitely needs to be explained to Feng Xiyue!

"Unifying the world is the ultimate path to victory... all that's needed is Your Majesty's consent!"

Feng Xiyue's eyes widened as she looked at Han Zixuan in disbelief.

Her voice trembled slightly, "Zi...Zixuan, what do you mean..."

Is it what she thinks?

Han Zixuan's eyes were resolute. She took two steps closer to Feng Xiyue and said, "Unify the world!"

"........."

The night had deepened, and a chill crept in through the cracks in the window frames, but was kept out by the roaring charcoal fire burning in the inn's rooms.

The flames in the charcoal brazier licked at the charcoal, making a soft crackling sound, warming the room and filling the air with a gentle warmth.

The incense burner in the corner was emitting wisps of smoke, the fragrance of which was extremely faint but of the finest quality, mixed with the aroma of charcoal fire, quietly filling the small room.

Wu Yu sat on a low couch covered with thick cushions, the ornaments on his body jingling with his movements.

His fingertips were casually fiddling with a row of small silver boxes in front of him, each about the size of a palm.

The edges and corners were polished smooth and rounded, gleaming with a cold luster in the flickering firelight.

The box occasionally made a clicking sound, and a faint smile played on his lips.

His eyes, however, were as cold as the winter night outside the window. He lightly tapped one of the boxes with his fingertips, and spoke in a low voice.

But with a ruthless edge, he said, "Hmph, Han Zixuan, I just don't believe you can evade all my Gu worms."

The charcoal fire crackled and sparked, reflecting a sinister glint in his eyes.

"I want you to watch your loved ones die one by one."

Or perhaps being killed by one's lover would be a blessing in disguise...

He gently dragged out the last syllable, which dissipated into the air filled with the warmth of the incense and the glow of the charcoal fire.

Liu Jingyao huddled silently in the corner, trembling.

The dim candlelight reflected on his face, making him look particularly eerie.

He glanced coldly at Liu Jingyao, who was huddled to the side, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Hurry up and bathe and change this prince!"

Although Liu Jingyao was displeased, she dared not resist.

They could only cautiously approach Wu Yu.

"yes!……"

But just as he was about to approach, the candlelight in the room suddenly went out.

In an instant, the room turned pitch black. Liu Jingyao panicked and shrank back into the corner.

Wu Yu, however, frowned almost imperceptibly.

He now held a dagger in his hand and coldly rebuked.

"Someone come here!" But no one answered for a long time.

He then gripped the dagger tightly in his hand, "Who is it...? Why bother with this charade?"

If you don't come out soon, don't blame me for being impolite..."

Just then, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew open the window next to them.

She began to pound on the windows, already in attack mode, her eyes fixed on the window in the dim moonlight.

After waiting for a while and seeing that there was no one outside, Wu Yu relaxed her vigilance a little.

He thought it was just the wind blowing outside the window.

A dark figure suddenly flashed out of the window, causing Wu Yu to instantly become alert and prepare to attack.

He held a dagger in one hand and reached for the small silver box in his pocket with the other!

"Who are you...?"

Han Zixuan was completely covered by a black cloak.

Only a pair of dark eyes were visible, and a low, hoarse voice rang out indifferently.

"The one who's here to take your life..."

Wu Yu was instantly shocked, but her tone remained firm.

"I am from the Nanzhao Wu tribe..." Before he could finish speaking, a sharp palm wind came flying towards him.

Wu Yu could only shut her mouth and face the attack that was already upon her face.

But before his dagger could even touch Han Zixuan, he was instantly repelled by a powerful internal force.

With a muffled thud, Han Zixuan's palm strike, imbued with powerful internal energy, landed squarely on Wu Yu's chest.

Wu Yu flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing hard into the pearwood table behind her—the table shattered upon impact.

Wood chips flew everywhere. She felt a sweet taste in her throat, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted onto the ground, its red color glaringly bright in the moonlight.

Liu Jingyao, hiding to the side, quickly covered her mouth in fright.

Wu Yu supported herself on the ground as she half-knelt up, looking up at Han Zixuan in alarm.

The other person remained standing in place, his clothes fluttering slightly, and the aura of internal energy flowing around him sent chills down his spine.

"Who exactly are you...?"

Such high level of martial arts skill indicates someone extraordinary. Could he be a top expert from Fenglin Kingdom?

But he couldn't figure out where he had offended this person.

"You don't need to know..." It was still that hoarse voice.

It sounded as if a sharp knife had been used to slash my throat...

Wu Yu abruptly wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, the warm, sticky feeling on her fingertips making her eyes sharpen.

As he struggled to his feet, he pulled a bronze object the size of a fist from his pocket.

The object was strangely shaped and covered with tiny holes. Wu Yu brought it to her lips and blew on it slowly.

A strange melody then spread out, unlike a flute or xiao, but more like the flapping of countless poisonous insects, making one's bones tingle.

Han Zixuan couldn't help but think of the thousands upon thousands of snakes, insects, and rats that the second elder of the Witch Clan had inexplicably summoned before.

Han Zixuan's eyes suddenly sharpened, and she gave him no more time to play.

She touched the ground with her toes and pounced forward like a ghost, reaching out to snatch the bronze object—this evil thing must not be allowed to continue being blown away by Wu Yu.

Wu Yu took the opportunity to dodge several times, and finished playing the instrument haltingly.

Then, Han Zixuan grabbed Wu Yu by the neck and suddenly pulled hard.

Fingertips gripped Wu Yu's neck like iron clamps, and with a slight exertion, a soft cracking sound could be heard as her joints shifted.

Wu Yu let out a choking sound from her throat, her face turned bluish-purple, and the bronze object in her hand fell to the ground with a clang, abruptly ending the eerie melody.

Just then, a soft rustling sound suddenly came from the four corners of the room.

It looked as if countless tiny insects were crawling out of the cracks in the wall.

The moonlight slanted across the room, revealing countless tiny black dots swarming and crawling in the shadows of the corner, converging towards the two people.

The sounds grew denser and denser, gradually coalescing into a chilling rustling wave.