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

Both of them were surrounded by dozens of people and could not break free of the encirclement.

Yi Chen was now completely exhausted, waiting for the pain of his body falling.

I was relieved that everything had passed peacefully that night.

I'm afraid I'll never cross paths with that person again in this lifetime!

However, the imagined pain did not come; instead, I was suddenly thrust into a soft embrace.

The faint fragrance made him momentarily dazed, and when he slightly raised his eyes, he saw Han Zixuan's soft-featured face.

His eyes gleamed with disbelief; how could she be here...?

My body unconsciously relaxed at that moment!

Han Zixuan held Yichen in her arms, the coldness between her brows seeming to freeze people into ice.

The moment she saw Yichen's figure fall, her heart suddenly felt as if it had been gripped tightly.

Only when he held him in his arms did he feel a little relieved, but when he looked down and saw his many wounds, a strange anger rose in his heart again!

His cold gaze fell upon the black-robed man opposite him, his eyes narrowing slightly.

When Wen Qing saw Han Zixuan, she was also taken aback, and her pupils contracted.

I couldn't help but exclaim, "Han Zixuan!"

I still remember Han Zixuan's arrow in Fuhu Town. It almost cost me my life...

When Liu Xing and Qin Su saw Han Zixuan save the Pavilion Master, they instantly breathed a sigh of relief!

She gently placed Yichen on the ground, one hand still around his waist.

He let him lean against him, and returned a gentle look. Yi Chen's eyes trembled slightly, and then he lowered his head.

Now was not the time to speak, so he looked at Wen Qing, who was dressed in a black robe, across from him.

A figure immediately appeared in my mind, and the two figures gradually merged into one.

He couldn't help but sneer, "Heh... Should I call you Third Prince or Master of the Azure Lotus Sect!"

It turns out that the person with the superior martial arts skills in the battle with Prince Rui was the person right in front of me!

Wen Qing has concealed her identity well enough that she must have already been recognized by the eyes of the people in Kyoto.

Therefore, the Third Prince of Dongsang Kingdom must also be implicated in the assassination attempt and attack she encountered.

Now he's leading the Qinglian Sect and the Dongsang Kingdom to attack Fenglin, and he's also trying to wipe out the Dark Night Pavilion.

Alright, since that's the case, let's settle both the old and new scores together!

Wen Qing withdrew her hand, straightened her posture, and chuckled softly, displaying a gentle and refined demeanor.

Without the slightest embarrassment at being exposed, he casually greeted, "Commander Han...! Long time no see."

He knew Han Zixuan's terrifying strength; he was no match for her at all.

But shouldn't Han Zixuan be in Kyoto at this time?

How did I end up here...?

To avoid unnecessary trouble, Wenqing tentatively inquired.

His gaze kept darting back and forth between her and the man opposite her. Could there be a connection between the two?

Han Zixuan sneered, "The Third Prince is quite impressive!"

The sarcasm in those words was too obvious. Back in Kyoto, this Third Prince had acted so obsequiously and politely.

After leaving Kyoto, he was the first to attack Feng Lin!

Wen Qing remained unconcerned, "Hehe, it is my honor to be able to impress Commandant Han."

"I wonder if Commandant Han has come here?"

His gaze swept directly at Yi Chen, who was standing to the side, with a hint of probing in his eyes.

Han Zixuan said coldly, "What brings the Third Prince here?"

Wen Qing's eyes flickered, and she said calmly, "Oh, the Dark Night Pavilion stole a treasure from my Eastern Mulberry Kingdom. I've come to retrieve it and punish them!"

The distant meteor spat fiercely, "Pah! I stole your things!"

"You sons of bitches are really good at making things up. You evil cultists are truly shameless."

Wen Qing frowned slightly, glanced at her coldly, and then turned back to Han Zixuan.

"That has truly broadened my horizons. What does your Dongsang Kingdom have that's worth stealing?"

His tone was full of sarcasm and disdain, but his eyes remained fixed on Wen Qing.

Wen Qing's face darkened, and she spoke in a deep voice.

"Han Zixuan, you'd better not meddle in other people's business. You're asking for trouble!"

Who exactly is this Han Zixuan? It's never a good thing to run into her.

Could it be that she's also after the Dark Night Pavilion's secret treasure...?

Han Zixuan coldly swept her gaze over the crowd surrounding them.

"Mind your own business? I don't know what it means to meddle in other people's business if I'm saving my husband and child!"

Upon hearing this, Yi Chen's face flushed slightly.

Secretly thinking about my husband...

Wen Qing suddenly paused, frowning in surprise, and said, "Husband...? You're not just trying to coax me!"

"Why would we need to comfort you when we already have a child?"

"But Your Highness, you have injured my husband so badly; you should explain yourself properly."

The surrounding ruins and corpses—if only I had arrived a few minutes later…

"What does Commandant Han think?"

Although he didn't want to admit it, he knew Han Zixuan's capabilities all too well!

"Of course we'll return it!"

Wen Qing's face stiffened, and she gritted her teeth, "What if I say no!"

Han Zixuan didn't give him a choice at all, right after her gentle words ended.

He suddenly unleashed all his strength on Wen Qing, whose expression changed and she immediately dodged.

"Since that's the case, then I'll get it back myself!"

Han Zixuan's moves were fierce, and she launched a sudden attack on Wen Qing.

Wen Qing's brows furrowed suddenly, and she retreated abruptly, barely managing to evade the unstoppable onslaught.

But he was a fraction of a second too late—Han Zixuan's fingers had already brushed against his chin.

In an instant, a lock of Wenqing's hair on the left side was shaved off.

The icy touch on my fingertips made my skin feel tight, and it was only a hair's breadth away from my throat.

Cold sweat instantly soaked Wen Qing's back. He suppressed the fear in his heart, and as soon as he calmed his breathing, he turned around and counterattacked without the slightest hesitation in his moves.

Han Zixuan spun around with her toes touching the ground, her palm strikes like raging waves crashing against the shore, each move aimed directly at Wen Qing's vitals.

Her figure moved so fast that she was just a blur. Suddenly, a short dagger slid out from her sleeve, its cold light flashing as it swept towards Wen Qing's waist.

The other person was forced to lean back to avoid it, and a tear was cut in the waist of their clothes.

Just as Wen Qing regained her balance, Han Zixuan closed in and slammed her elbow into her chest.

Wen Qing hurriedly raised her arm to block, and heard a muffled "crack" as if her arm bone had split. She staggered back three steps before regaining her balance, and a metallic taste rose in her throat.

Suddenly coughing up a mouthful of blood, Chen Pi was shocked, "Your Highness...!"

He immediately leaped forward and caught Wen Qing's body.

"Your Highness, are you alright?"

He glared fiercely at Han Zixuan, gritting his teeth. He raised his longsword and immediately attacked Han Zixuan.

"what!"

What greeted him was a side kick from Han Zixuan.

With a heavy kick to Chen Pi's abdomen, a cloud of blood mist spurted out, and Han Zixuan sent him flying four or five meters away.

Caught off guard, Chen Pi felt as if almost all of his ribs were broken.

It pierced my internal organs with excruciating pain.

Even taking another breath was a luxury. She collapsed to the ground, lifeless. Wen Qing looked at Han Zixuan with unforgivable rage.

The hatred in his eyes was like a raging torrent…