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

Ji Xiao tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, his tongue still tracing the corner of his lips.

Zhuang Xinyan, who was standing to the side, was the first to exclaim in surprise, "Wonderful! This tea soup can blend with milk so perfectly!"

The initial taste is milky and sweet like honey, but as it slides down the throat, it reveals the refreshing coolness of tea leaves. It's sweet but not cloying, and fragrant but not overpowering.

I used to only know that tea could cleanse the mind and lungs, but today I realize that its sweetness can also captivate the soul.

I never expected that tea made with milk would be so delicious.

Even the finest wines and spirits couldn't compare!

His gaze couldn't help but fall on the teacup in front of him again, savoring the liquid in his mouth.

With a relaxed expression, Ji Xiao went even further, pouring herself another glass.

"This thing is truly extraordinary."

With this milk tea, who would still drink bitter tea leaves... If Sister Zixuan opened a shop, it would probably be even more popular than Ningxiang Pavilion!

These milk teas are sweet and delicious; the elderly, children, and young men will all love them… This… this is the future business…”

"Zixuan, tell me quickly when you're opening..."

Han Zixuan chuckled. She naturally knew this, and slowly presented the series of plans she had put together for opening a milk tea shop.

"This contains some plans for the milk tea shop, and everything is already done..."

This is a recipe for making milk tea. Different flavors of milk tea can be made according to the customers' tastes.

It has a similar fragrance to Ningxiang Pavilion... but not all flowers can be used.

Therefore, they only make a few fixed varieties, which is the first of its kind in Kyoto..."

"Now that I am about to set out on a campaign, therefore..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ji Xiaoteng stood up.

"Sister Zixuan...don't worry...I will definitely not let you down!"

This will absolutely make this milk tea shop, like Ningxiang Pavilion, a unique existence in Kyoto…

Han Zixuan gently shook her head and said, "This milk tea is extremely simple to make. It's not like perfume, which is geared towards the wealthy."

It's a beverage that everyone in Kyoto can afford!

This includes well-defined pricing and the use of bamboo tubes as containers.

This amount, roughly equivalent to one bowl, only costs fifteen coins; low profit, high volume.

A bowl contains nearly 200 milliliters; this is the price Han Zixuan set after calculating the cost of milk and tea.

For the wealthy, it's nothing; a simple handkerchief can cost thirty or fifty coins.

For ordinary families, even if they don't drink three or five cups every day, they won't feel bad about having one cup.

Suddenly, Ji Xiao became interested and picked up the abacus next to him, starting to do some calculations.

She immediately slammed her hand on the table and stood up, "Great...this milk tea shop is great, Sister Zixuan...I'll go arrange it right away..."

Seeing her impatient nature, Han Zixuan could only shake her head helplessly!

With a sigh, he started chatting with Zhuang Xinyan!

Zhuang Xinyan solemnly cupped her hands and said, "Zixuan, take care on your journey..."

She felt that Han Zixuan was simply a rare and precious gem!

Every aspect of her is admirable, and it is truly her good fortune to be friends with her.

Han Zixuan also said with a serious expression, "Then I wish you all the best in this year's imperial examination. May your writing flow like dragons and snakes, your thoughts be as abundant as a spring, and may you win first place and be on the list of successful candidates!"

"Thank you!"

Han Zixuan, who was unable to participate, did not feel much regret.

If I can't participate this time, I'll participate next time. Anyway, I won't run away from this exam!

As dawn broke over the eaves of the Han residence, a thin layer of dew had already settled on the bluestone steps in front of the gate.

Han Zixuan stood before the steps in a suit of gleaming silver armor. The animal patterns on the armor plates shone with a cold light in the morning sun, and the tassel of the sword at her waist swayed gently in the morning breeze.

Her black hair was tied up high with a dark ribbon, revealing her smooth forehead. Her usually gentle eyes were now sharp, and her jawline was taut, making her even more heroic than the stone lions in front of the door.

Han's father reluctantly grasped Han Zixuan's sleeve, saying, "Xuan'er, your journey is long, so please take good care of yourself."

With tears in his eyes, Han's father murmured softly, "My daughter is now so brave and valiant."

It is Han's pride; his wife, if she knew this in the afterlife, would surely be very gratified...

Shen Qingxi's voice was slightly hoarse as she reached out to straighten the crooked cloak for her.

"Swords have no eyes, my wife, please be careful. We're still waiting for you at home."

Bei Chen's eyes reddened, and he held her hand tightly, refusing to let go: "My lady, it's cold at night, please remember to wear more clothes..."

Tears welled up in An Jinglan's eyes, but she forced a smile and said, "My lady, we've got you covered. The farms and shops in the backyard are all taken care of. You just need to focus on fighting. We'll take care of the home and Father, and wait for you to come back victorious."

Han Zixuan looked at them, her throat tightening, and could only nod vigorously, "Don't worry, I will definitely return safely."

Without any hesitation, she hugged all three of her husbands!

Time was of the essence, and Han Zixuan could not linger. Her fingertips had just touched the reins when she heard a low, hoarse cough from her father behind her.

That was his voice, which he was trying his best to hide as he sobbed. Shen Qingxi stood beside Han's father.

Her eyes, which were usually always smiling, were now like wet cotton wool, red and translucent, but she bit her lip tightly to keep a sound from escaping.

"Mother..." Little Lingxi's soft voice trembled first.

She was being led by her wet nurse, her short legs not yet reaching the threshold. At first, her upturned face was just blank, until Han Zixuan mounted the horse and the wind lifted a corner of her clothes, and that moment of daze suddenly shattered.

Large tears instantly welled up in her dark eyes, rolling down her chubby cheeks. She first sobbed softly, then burst into a heart-wrenching cry: "Mother...don't go! Waaah...Mother..."

The crying was like a valve that had been releasing tears, instantly causing everyone to lose control.

Han's father turned his back, his hands trembling slightly, his knuckles turning white, as he tightly gripped the handkerchief in his hand.

Shen Qingxi could no longer hold back. She quickly stepped forward and hugged Xiao Lingxi, but her own tears fell onto the child's head first.

Gentle and soothing, mixed with her soft coaxing, "Lingxi, be good, Mother is going to do something important, I'll be back soon..."

Before she could finish speaking, large tears were already falling.

Ji Beichen and An Jinglan were also in tears, their eyes filled with tears, looking reluctantly at Han Zixuan's figure in the distance.

Han Zixuan stood ramrod straight on horseback, but her fingertips dug deeply into her palms.

Her daughter's cries were like countless needles, piercing her heart. She could even imagine Xiaolingxi's face scrunched up like a bun.

Shen Qingxi, with red eyes and a forced composure, was caught in the wind as her cloak fluttered in the breeze.

She spurred her horse sharply, tightening the reins, her eyes fixed on the city gate ahead.

The clatter of horses' hooves echoed, fading into the distance.

The Han family members remained standing and watched until Han Zixuan's figure completely disappeared on the distant horizon.

They then helped each other back to the Han residence.

The lingering snow from the first month of the lunar calendar was still curled up in the corner of the wall, but it was quickly melted by the east wind of February.

The icicles under the eaves dripped their last tear, and the plum branches in the corner of the courtyard had already sprouted tiny green buds.

As March began, a light rain, carrying a warm fragrance, drifted through the windowpanes, and the moss on the steps had already covered half of the stone slab.

A life-or-death chase is unfolding in a dense forest near Fengyang Prefecture, close to Suizhou…

"Quick...we can't let them get away...His Highness said to capture them alive!!"