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

Han Zixuan narrowed her eyes and looked closely. Countless insects and ants were gathering towards them.

He sneered inwardly, "Ha...the same old trick again..."

This was all to prevent Wu Yu from escaping like that old man did back then.

Han Zixuan showed no mercy, slamming a heavy punch into Wu Yu's shoulder—a crisp "crack" was heard, and the bone shattered instantly. Wu Yu cried out in pain.

His face contorted in shock, his eyes widening in disbelief: "You...you actually..."

Before he could finish speaking, another excruciating pain shot through his knee, and his vision went black; he nearly fainted on the spot.

He clenched his teeth and looked at Han Zixuan with a sinister gaze.

"You... what exactly are you..."

Who on earth could be so ruthless to him?

Han Zixuan gave the other party no chance to breathe.

Seeing the insects and ants swarming around her like a tide, she quickly took out a tinderbox from her bosom and lit it in front of the curtains with a "whoosh".

The fire, fueled by the wind, flared up instantly, the flames licking at the fabric like mad snakes, and in a flash, it engulfed the entire room.

The venomous insects were driven back by the firelight, scattering in panic amidst the heat, and dared not approach any closer.

Han Zixuan glanced around and saw that the fire attack was indeed effective.

Because the fire was so intense, these things couldn't get close at all.

Wu Yu could only endure the pain and watch helplessly.

The loud noise quickly alerted those outside.

The delegation from the Southern Zhao Kingdom rushed toward the fire, their cries of surprise echoing throughout.

"Fire! Help!" "Oh no—the Little Prince is still inside!"

Several dark figures shot through the fire curtain and leaped into the room like arrows released from a bow. The one leading them was the old man who was the second elder.

At a glance, he saw Han Zixuan standing quietly in the firelight, and Wu Yu lying limply on the ground at her feet, her face unrecognizable.

Terrified, he cried out, "Prince!"

Amidst shouts of shock and rage, the envoys, their eyes blazing with fury, didn't have time to think before they all lunged at Han Zixuan!

Han Zixuan coldly glanced at the newcomer, her face showing no sign of panic, but her hands did not stop moving for a moment.

She placed one hand on Wu Yu's head, her five fingers suddenly turning into claws, pressing down fiercely with a sharp gust of wind!

Wu Yu's pupils suddenly contracted, and an overwhelming panic surged in her heart.

Before she could even utter a single syllable of a cry for help, the internal force gathered in Han Zixuan's palm erupted with a deafening roar.

"puff--"

With a muffled thud, Wu Yu's skull shattered into a bloody mist under the palm of his hand, splashing blood and brain matter onto the wall, creating a shocking red stain.

The remaining, mangled body slowly collapsed.

Han Zixuan glanced contemptuously at the bloodstains splattered on the wall, her gaze cold. Anyone who dared to attack her sore spot would have to bear the consequences.

Upon seeing this, Liu Jingyao cried out in fright and stumbled as she ran away.

The Second Elder and the others witnessed this horrific scene, their eyes wide with rage, and their heart-wrenching roars nearly lifted the roof off: "No—!"

"You scoundrel! Prepare to die!"

With a furious roar, several figures, carrying overwhelming killing intent, rushed forward like a whirlwind.

Several figures were then illuminated in the raging firelight. Han Zixuan, seeing the fire already burning, did not intend to linger any longer.

Faced with the swarming group, Han Zixuan suddenly quickened her movements, her attacks becoming as ruthless as poisoned blades.

The dagger in her hand transformed into a cold, silvery light between her fingers.

Like autumn wind sweeping away leaves, he weaved through the crowd, each rise and fall accompanied by a splatter of blood.

In just a short while, several warm corpses had piled up at his feet.

The remaining Second Elder was already furious, and at this moment he was even more like a madman, his moves were scattered and without any rules, and all that was left was a frenzied attack to vent his anger.

Han Zixuan's last bit of patience ran out. With a flick of her wrist, the dagger shot out like a venomous snake, piercing the Second Elder's throat with pinpoint accuracy.

The other person's eyes suddenly bulged out, a hissing sound came from his throat, his body swayed and then he fell straight down, lifeless.

Han Zixuan slowly stood up, her gaze sweeping over the raging flames around her, and thought to herself, "Heh, that saves me trouble."

He glanced indifferently at the corpses lying haphazardly on the ground, thinking it would be perfect to destroy the evidence!

Hearing the gongs for firefighting and the clamor of the crowd surging in from outside, she seemed not to hear them, a cold smile curving her lips.

The next second, her figure leaped up like a ghost and instantly disappeared into the towering flames and thick smoke, leaving no trace.

"Quick...quick, someone come! Fire! Quick, someone come!"

"Quickly, save them..."

On the other side, the delegation of envoys from the Western Shu Kingdom also heard the commotion.

The group quickly came out to check, seeing the flames that had suddenly risen in front of them.

Slightly startled, Rong Di looked at Tana beside him, "That direction... is the post station of the Southern Zhao Kingdom..."

Tana suddenly chuckled, "Ha... It's the envoy delegation from the Southern Zhao Kingdom that's caught fire."

Rong Di glanced at her sideways and said, "Quickly send someone to investigate how the fire started!"

He sensed something unusual about it.

Tana immediately responded, saying to Thor, "Thor, let's go check on the others and see how they are looking after the king..."

The fire raged and set the entire house ablaze, the cold wind carrying the crackling sound.

The charred pillar could no longer hold on and collapsed with a crash.

The group was so frightened that they scattered and fled...

The next day, at dawn, in the Taiji Hall, a group of ministers looked at each other in bewilderment.

With a solemn expression, he said, "How could this post station have caught fire out of the blue!"

"This...who knows...this fire is truly evil, not only did it burn the entire main hall to the ground."

They also burned the entire delegation of envoys from the Southern Zhao Kingdom to death inside.

I heard there were seven bodies in total, and one of them even had its head smashed off by a beam!

"Tsk tsk...tsk tsk...this...the little prince of Nanzhao Kingdom."

How am I supposed to explain this to Nanzhao...?

Feng Xiyue strode into the hall with a sorrowful expression, and everyone immediately fell silent!

On the high platform, Feng Xiyue sighed, "Alas... I'm sure all of you ministers have heard about it."

The young prince of Nanzhao and several envoys met with a sudden misfortune last night.

I have already sent people to investigate, and they say that the fire started at night and the curtains were set on fire.

That's when the fire started, and because it was late at night, it was too late to put it out!

Alas, this truly fills me with immense grief!

"Now we will write a letter and send it to the Kingdom of Nanzhao to explain the reason for this matter to the King of Nanzhao."

Since this happened in Fenglin, I naturally bear some responsibility.

Therefore, I intend to send some gifts to Nanzhao as an apology.

He casually recounted the whole story, his gaze sweeping over the audience.

What do you all think?

The ministers, all shrewd and astute, could easily discern the underlying meaning, so they all kept their eyes closed and their minds at ease.

When an official dies, it takes three to five days of investigation by various officials.

Now, a prince from another race has died in Fenglin, and His Majesty has handled the matter so hastily.

If there were no conspiracies involved, then these people would have lived in vain!

But now that Feng Xiyue has spoken, they have no choice but to agree!

"Your Majesty is wise!"