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

The wind in the dense forest carried the scent of grass and trees, and the crisp sound of clashing weapons rang out from the branches.

A dozen or so people in blue robes chased after him relentlessly, stepping on the bare branches scattered on the ground. A blooming blue lotus was embroidered on the corner of their robes.

The bloodstains on the robes made the blue lotus appear even more eerie.

The woman in the lead had a sinister look in her eyes. She slashed through the air with her long knife, and the resulting gust of wind swept away the low bushes blocking her way.

Three dark figures staggered through the shadows of the trees ahead, their black clothes already soaked in blood, making it impossible to tell whether they were their own or the enemy's.

The knife wound on the back of the person on the left was so deep that the bone was visible, and the flesh was torn and rolled up like rotten cotton. Every step he took pulled at the wound.

He let out a suppressed groan of pain, but gritted his teeth and refused to fall.

Two people were beside him, one supporting his left arm and the other his waist, his steps unsteady as if he were walking on cotton.

The soles of the boots slipped on the wet, decaying leaves, yet they still managed to pull him forward with all their might.

"Don't stop! We can definitely get out of here..." The man with his left arm raised roared hoarsely, his voice filled with blood and foam. Blood was gushing from the arrow wound on his right shoulder, staining half of his arm red.

The other person was in an even worse state; their left leg was twisted unnaturally, and every step felt like crushing bones.

But she still gripped the dagger tightly in her other hand, ready to turn around and fight for her life at any moment.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, the group struggled to keep themselves from collapsing.

The footsteps behind them grew closer, and the man in blue's sinister laugh pierced through the forest mist: "Run! Let's see where you can run to!"

"Sisters, if you capture them, His Highness will surely reward us handsomely!"

He waved to the people beside him, and they immediately surrounded him, closing in step by step.

Three dark figures crashed into a dense thicket of bushes, the branches tearing their already tattered robes and leaving new bloodstains.

The most seriously injured person suddenly coughed violently, spitting a mouthful of blood into the soil in front of him, which was instantly sucked away without a trace.

He gasped for breath and shoved the people next to him: "Left Protector, you all go... don't worry about me..."

"Shut up!" Shi Yue, who was supporting his waist, glared at him fiercely. Cold sweat mixed with blood flowed into his eyes, making them sting so much that he couldn't open them.

"We either live together, or we die together!"

Before they could finish speaking, several arrows grazed their ears and embedded themselves in the tree trunks, their fletchings still buzzing.

The three of them quickly ducked behind an old locust tree, their backs pressed against the cold trunk.

They realized that their breathing had become heavy and labored, like broken bellows—and the footsteps of their pursuers were already close at hand.

Shi Yue was panting heavily, glancing back every now and then.

September's pale lips trembled as she cried out, "Left...Left Protector, Xinghai, you must...hurry up and leave...there's still...there's still a glimmer of hope!"

"Good...good protection...protect the Pavilion Master...Dark Night Pavilion..."

Shi Yue's eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice, "Don't say such discouraging things... We can shake them off after walking a little further...!"

Their subsequent words were clearly unconvincing; they were now completely exhausted.

Whether he can return to the Dark Night Pavilion is still unknown...

A month ago, their Dark Night Pavilion headquarters was attacked by the Green Lotus Cult.

I thought they were just a rabble, but it turns out they were all well-trained and quite capable.

They were numerous and had already destroyed several branches of the Dark Night Pavilion. Not only that, they had also cruelly murdered many of their disciples.

This is practically a provocation against the Dark Night Pavilion's standing in the martial arts world.

The Pavilion Master decided to no longer tolerate the situation and sent a team to a branch to investigate.

There was no need to be polite to the Qinglian Sect members; little did they know that the two sides had already started fighting as soon as they arrived at the branch.

Shi Yue and her group easily repelled them, thinking they would give up.

Before they could even react, the Qinglian Sect led thousands of people to besiege their Dark Night Pavilion.

After three days of fierce fighting, the members of the Dark Night Pavilion fell one by one.

They also wanted to force them to reveal the location of their headquarters in preparation for wiping them out in one fell swoop, but not a single member of the Dark Night Pavilion confided.

The Qinglian Sect then began massacring the people of the Dark Night Pavilion, and in the end only Shiyue Jiuyue and Xinghai escaped.

But the Qinglian Sect members continued their relentless pursuit, and they were now completely exhausted!

Xinghai swallowed hard, looked at the two of them, and seemed to have made up his mind about something.

He said in a deep voice, "Left Protector...September...you two hide here!"

I'll lure them here...that way...that'll give us a chance to escape!"

He had barely finished speaking when he heard Shi Yue roar in refusal.

"No...! We'll definitely get back safely..."

September, forcing herself to stay still, shook her head, her face pale, "Leave me here... I... I'm just a burden now!"

The three were still arguing when the footsteps behind them grew closer and closer.

Xinghai said nothing more and headed in another direction.

After running several dozen meters, he actually shouted at the dozen or so Qinglian Sect members.

"You bunch of trash... Come on... let's see if you can... catch up..."

The sound trembled, and it used all its strength to leave traces in the surrounding grass.

September and Moon-Loving were shocked; it was too late...

As expected, the commotion Xinghai caused quickly attracted the attention of the Qinglian Sect.

Heading towards the sea of ​​stars!

"Quick...where are they...we can't let them get away..."

"Catch them..."

Shi Yue's chest heaved, his eyes filled with resentment, but now was not the time for grief.

He could only help September up again and lean half of her body against him.

They ran with all their might in another direction.

They must escape, otherwise all the brothers and sisters in the branch will have died in vain!

So he gritted his teeth and carried September step by step toward the outer perimeter!

Fengyang Prefecture has changed drastically, and the surrounding streets are no longer what they used to be.

The city gate tower is leaning precariously, and the once red-lacquered plaque has long been chopped into firewood.

They replaced it with a rough wooden plaque, engraved with the characters of the Eastern Sang Kingdom, which creaked in the wind.

The streets were so quiet that you could hear the mournful neighing of the iron horses under the eaves.

The silk shops, taverns, and cloth stores on both sides had all been fitted with heavy doors, with a few slivers of dim light occasionally leaking through the cracks, and even the sound of coughing was cautious.

A thin layer of dust covered the stone path, with only two kinds of footprints being the deepest—the "clattering" sound of wooden clogs worn by people from Dongsang Kingdom, and the rustling sound of the hem of the blue-gray Taoist robes of Qinglian followers sweeping across the ground.

Several Dongsang soldiers, carrying long knives, crushed the rotten vegetable leaves that roadside vendors hadn't had time to collect with the soles of their boots, their eyes scanning the tightly closed doors and windows like hawks.

At the corner of the street, under the wall, an old man wearing a coarse cloth jacket was about to go out to fetch water.

Just as he moved to the alley entrance, he was pushed back by the hilt of Dong Sangbing's sword.

The old man had no choice but to shrink back behind the door, which creaked shut.

His eyes had lost all their luster, in the highest city hall of Fengyang Prefecture.

Wenqing leaned back against the cushioned nanmu couch.

She wore a loosely tied moon-white brocade robe, with the collar slightly open, revealing half of her smooth collarbone.

He bent his right knee, while his left leg stretched out naturally. He rested the book on his knee, his gaze fixed on the pages, his long eyelashes drooping like butterfly wings, casting a soft shadow under his eyes.

The wind outside the corridor rustled through the bamboo curtains, creating a soft, rustling sound.

When he looked up, his eyes seemed to shimmer like warm spring water.