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

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he struggled to support his body.

However, Han Zixuan didn't even look at him as the dagger in his hand flew out and stabbed straight into Chen Pi's chest.

It was too late for Wenqing to stop them.

Chen Pi's heart stopped beating, but his fierce gaze remained fixed on Han Zixuan...

Han Zixuan coldly replied, "Overestimating yourself."

Turning to Wen Qing, he said, "Third Prince Wen...we have both personal grudges and national and familial hatred between us. Which should we consider first..."

I was ordered to come here to completely resolve the matter of Dongsang Kingdom, but I didn't expect to encounter them so soon.

The murderous intent in Han Zixuan's eyes was so real that it sent a chill down Wen Qing's spine.

Frowning, he looked at the group of cultists beside him and said in a deep voice, "Attack them all..."

Although some people flinched for a moment in fear of Han Zixuan at the command, they still obeyed the order and swarmed forward.

Warmth, on the other hand, involves retreating into the depths of one's actions, taking advantage of a moment when no one is looking.

The figure disappeared into the hazy night...

As the Qinglian Cult members swarmed forward, Han Zixuan merely raised an eyebrow, a chilling glint already flashing in her eyes.

She bent down and picked up a blood-stained longsword from among the corpses, then leaped into the chaotic fray.

Amidst the clash of swords and the fierce fighting, she was like a fiend emerging from the underworld; her figure flickered, and wherever the sword passed, a life was lost.

The fighting subsided after a quarter of an hour. Han Zixuan stood atop a mountain of corpses, her body covered in blood, exuding a murderous aura.

When those eyes swept over the remaining followers, they were even more chilling than the coldest winter frost.

Ultimately, the murderous aura of this person was too terrifying, and the rest of them were terrified and dared not step forward.

They all fled in terror, covering their heads and running away like rats.

Not only them, but even the remaining meteors, including Qin Su, felt a chill run down their spines...

These people from the Qinglian Sect were not ordinary soldiers, and none of them could withstand two moves from Han Zixuan.

Corpses lay scattered at their feet, and Meteor and Qin Su stood there, somewhat bewildered.

Watching Wen Qing flee, Han Zixuan sheathed her sword, her eyes narrowed slightly, and showed no intention of giving chase.

There's no need to rush to kill him...

Then the sky gradually turned a bright red, as if it were dyed with blood.

The sunlight slowly emerged from the horizon, appearing beside Han Zixuan.

As if bathed in a dazzling light, Han Zixuan turned around, sword in hand.

This scene directly entered Yi Chen's eyes and was deeply imprinted in his heart.

Inside an empty room, Han Zixuan looked at the heavily injured Yi Chen with a solemn expression and said in a deep voice.

"Where's what I gave you? Why aren't you using it!"

When Han Zixuan asked him, Yi Chen knew what she meant.

She lowered her head slowly and spoke calmly and truthfully, "I gave it to Meteor and Qin Su. They need it more than I do..."

In that situation, if it weren't for that divine water, both Meteor and Qin Su would probably have died tragically.

Despite his serious injuries, he had no regrets...

He spoke in a low voice, assuming that Han Zixuan must be angry.

But he waited in vain, and secretly looked up at her.

Han Zixuan merely frowned slightly and sighed, then took out another jade bottle from her bosom.

Slowly, he held it to Yichen's lips, "Drink it..."

Calm and expressionless, without any emotion, Yi Chen's eyelids trembled slightly as he drank the spiritual spring water from the jade bottle from Han Zixuan's hand.

The moment the spring water touches your mouth, a cool and comfortable feeling immediately spreads throughout your body.

This feeling immediately reminded him of that night on New Year's Eve...

A faint blush crept onto her cheeks as she felt her body gradually filling with energy.

Yi Chen asked, voicing his doubts, "How...how did you end up in Fengyang County...Shouldn't you be in Kyoto right now?"

Is she enjoying her high-ranking official position and generous salary, and is her husband and children happy and fulfilled?

Han Zixuan watched as the wounds on Yichen's face and body healed until no trace of injury remained.

Only then did he shift his gaze and meet Yi Chen's eyes.

"If I hadn't shown up, my little daughter would have been left without a father."

Your Majesty has ordered me to come and wipe out the bandits of Dongsang in Suizhou and Minzhou.

At night, Yiyue and Shiyue carried Yelin to the city guards.

I only just learned about your situation in Fengyang…

Yi Chen sighed inwardly and said slowly, "So that's how it is..."

The room fell silent once more.

The two people who had been quietly waiting outside suddenly saw a figure flying towards them from afar.

They immediately became alert, keeping their eyes fixed on the person before lowering their guard.

In January, he arrived in front of the two of them and collapsed to the ground.

Pale-faced and panting, he said, "We're...we're here..."

He had to use his light-footed skills to travel back and forth all night; even an iron man couldn't keep up.

Originally, Han Zixuan had brought him along on their way here.

But halfway there he couldn't hold on any longer and threw up!

After asking about the approximate distance, Han Zixuan went ahead by herself.

They paused briefly in January before continuing their pursuit, finally arriving at dawn.

Ignoring her own exhaustion, she looked around.

He asked urgently, "Is...the Pavilion Master...still alive?"

If he arrives late, wouldn't all our efforts be in vain?

Qin Su quickly helped the person up, "In January, the Pavilion Master is still here, currently in the room with Lady Han."

It seems that Shi Yue and the others went to find Han Nujun to come and rescue them.

Fortunately, they arrived in time; otherwise, their Dark Night Pavilion would probably be nothing but ruins!

Hearing that the Pavilion Master was alright and still alive in January, he finally collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

After a short rest, Meteor inquired about what had happened.

January also heard about the dangers during the process, "Thank goodness...thank goodness...Ms. Han wasn't delayed because of my incompetence!"

Or else, Pavilion Master…

Then he would become the culprit who caused the death of the Pavilion Master...

Once she felt relieved, she became very gossipy.

She glanced furtively into the room and asked in a low voice.

"How are the Pavilion Master and Lady Han doing now?"

His eyebrows shot up so quickly that Qin Su looked delighted.

“I think there’s potential… Just now, Lady Han said that the Pavilion Master is her husband… and the Pavilion Master didn’t get angry.”

With Ms. Han's timely intervention, I think the two of them are probably...

Their eyes sparkled with ambiguity, and January's eyes were shining too!

I quietly approached the room a few steps...

Meteor, however, stared intently at his severed arm, his brow furrowed.

Han Zixuan broke the silence in the room again and said in a deep voice.

"Yichen... come back to Kyoto with me!"

Yi Chen's eyes flickered subconsciously, and he didn't respond for a long time.

Looking at Han Zixuan, he said softly, "Then I'll ask you a question, and you'll answer me truthfully!"

Han Zixuan nodded, "Okay!"

She couldn't quite explain her feelings for Yichen, though they weren't as intense as her feelings for Shen Qingxi and Ji Beichen.

But he still holds a place in her heart, not just because Yichen gave birth to a daughter for her.

And when I hear news about him again, a certain flutter stirs in my heart.

Seeing his serious injuries, I felt a pang of indifference, all because he was Yi Chen.

She had to admit that she had developed some feelings for Yichen, and she wanted to cultivate and deepen those feelings with him…