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

Wen Yan didn't take it seriously, and instead said calmly, "Hmph, the son of a dancer, it's your good fortune to be used as a pawn by the Queen Mother."

Some princes and princesses in the harem never see their mother, the Empress, in their entire lives!

Those so-called younger brothers and sisters who had no names or surnames were not even as good as the servants who served her.

"Hehe... Yes, yes! I was born to a dancer, but that was because my mother coveted my father's beauty."

I still share the same blood as my eldest sister.

Why is my eldest sister so high and mighty...?

Wen Yan frowned, her face full of anger, "Shut up! Don't talk nonsense, my father is the eldest son of the Grand Marshal family."

How can you compare to me!

She is the eldest daughter of the Empress Dowager and the Crown Princess of Dongsang Kingdom. How could she share the same blood with these lowly people!

Wen Qing felt this was humiliating her; her chest heaved as she struggled to control her anger.

He raised his chin, looked at Wen Qing with disdain, and said coldly.

"No matter how open you are with yourself, there is still a gap between us."

Don't think that just because you've established yourself in Fenglin, you can act arrogantly in front of me!

Despicable, ultimately despicable...

I advise you to obediently hand over military power to me, otherwise…

Wen Yan's previously calm face immediately turned extremely serious.

The servants standing behind him touched the swords at their waists one by one.

Their eyes were fixed intently on Wen Qing, and they would draw their swords immediately at Wen Yan's command.

His warm gaze swept over the guards who were standing at attention.

She stopped laughing and slowly stretched out her hands to gently pat her chest.

Suddenly, people dressed in light green clothes appeared from all around.

Tuantuan surrounded Wenqing and her guards.

"Your Majesty is truly anxious. The fact that Fenglin can now stand firm here is the result of my years of painstaking efforts."

Why do you think I'd give up so easily, huh?

It's ridiculous that he's busy doing all this work only to benefit others.

Do you really think he's still the same cowardly prince who was bullied by everyone back then?

Her gaze swept over the people around her, and Wen Yan frowned and shouted, "Hmph, what do you want? Do you dare to disrespect me...!"

At this moment, she realized that Wenqing's change was not minor.

They've truly broken free of control and become incredibly audacious!

Wen Qing gave a cold smile, her eyes flashing with chilling killing intent.

"Disrespectful... Heh! I have been waiting at the ferry for a long time... but I have not seen my eldest sister... I am worried... so I have ordered people to search for her in the sea!"

Who would have thought that the remains of the eldest princess would be found unexpectedly in the sea…

The more he spoke, the softer his words became, but to Wen Yan's ears, they sounded like the whispers of a demon!

"How dare you be so sentimental!"

My body involuntarily leaned back, and the wooden clogs on my feet made a soft, rustling sound.

His heart was filled with increasing panic, and all the guards immediately became alert.

He quickly drew his sword from his waist, his eyes fixed on his surroundings.

Wen Qing did not answer her, but with a playful look in her eyes, she gently waved her hand at the Qinglian Cult members.

The members of the Qinglian Sect surrounded Wen Yan like hungry wolves.

Her guards quickly formed a circle, the cold glint of their drawn blades reflecting on their tense faces, protecting their lord in the center.

Wen Qing stood before the steps, her delicate hand rising in a gentle arc as light as a breeze, yet the members of the Qinglian Sect reacted as if receiving a royal decree, instantly sprang into action.

The sound of metal clashing suddenly shattered the silence of the courtyard.

The dull thud of a sharp blade tearing through flesh, the suppressed whimper of a dying person, the crisp crack of bones breaking...

"Uh……"

"Ah!...Pfft..."

Wen Yan's heart clenched suddenly, her gaze fixed on Wen Qing's face.

She responded with a faint smile, like the red spider lily blooming on the other side of the river.

The US-China relationship is fraught with deadly danger...

In less than a quarter of an hour, the sounds of fighting gradually subsided, and the blue brick ground was stained with thick, blood-red.

The winding stream of blood meandered through the cracks in the stone slabs, eventually converging into a dark red puddle that reflected Wen Yan's pale face.

Her guards lay sprawled at her feet, warm blood still seeping from their bodies, soaking her skirt.

Completely devoid of her noble and glamorous appearance, Wen Yan trembled violently, as if an invisible hand was choking her, and even her breath tasted of blood.

She bit her lower lip hard to keep herself from collapsing, but fear was already overflowing in her eyes, though her voice still tried to maintain its strength.

"Wen Qing...you harbor wolfish ambitions! The Queen Mother will certainly not let you go!"

Her voice was light and airy, even she herself felt it was pale.

Yes, she should have realized it sooner. How could someone who could rise from the mire in the treacherous court and wrest 30% of the military power from her be someone who would willingly submit and be subservient?

This was no tamed wolf; it was a lurking tiger, waiting for her to lower her guard before baring its deadly fangs.

Looking at her elder sister, who was trying to remain calm, Wenqing felt a long-suppressed sense of pleasure finally burst forth.

He slowly walked up to Wen Yan, and his shoe inadvertently kicked a bloodstained broken sword on the ground, making a jarring sound.

"Why do you think it's so important that you were the first to know about Lord Shan's death, my elder sister?"

He chuckled softly, the last syllable of his voice carrying a chilling mockery.

"I originally intended to use her death to weaken you, but I never expected that you would actually chase after Feng Lin like this."

She leaned forward slightly, her gaze like a poisoned needle, sending chills down Wen Yan's spine: "This saves me a lot of trouble."

Wen Yan's pupils suddenly contracted, and the color drained from her face instantly.

The doubts she had deliberately ignored now exploded in her mind like thunder—she staggered back half a step, her voice trembling with extreme shock.

"It was you...you killed Lord Shan! It wasn't Feng Lin who did it..."

Yes... she should have thought of that earlier. Professor Shan is always cautious and seeks only the safest course of action; how could he dare to act impulsively in another country?

That secret letter accusing Feng Lin was full of loopholes... It turns out that from the very beginning...

This is a web woven with tenderness, and she, the prey, willingly jumped in.

Cold sweat trickled down her temples, soaking her elegant hair. Wen Yan gazed at her third brother, whose beauty was as ethereal as a banished immortal.

For the first time, I truly felt what bone-chilling cold meant.

Wen Qing slowly turned around and uttered a sentence, "Not too stupid..."

Wen Yan trembled uncontrollably... her gaze fixed on Wen Qing.

Knowing that she had no way out, she suddenly slumped against the wall, her eyes frantically searching for something.

Suddenly noticing the guard's longsword at her feet, Wen Yan picked it up abruptly.

He held it in his hand, his murderous intent driving him toward Wenqing!

Even if I lose, I will make Wenqing pay the price.

However, just three meters away from Wenqing, a cold light suddenly flew in from afar.

A silver ginkgo leaf hairpin was plunged straight into Wen Yan's throat, and blood was still dripping from the hairpin that was sticking out from behind her neck.

Wen Yan's pupils gradually dilated, and the long sword in her hand clattered to the ground.

With a crisp sound, the body suddenly collapsed to the ground, its eyes wide open, filled with resentment and unable to close.

However, Wen Qing, with a calm gaze, simply spoke casually.

"Throw them all into the sea..."