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

You Fang's eyes reddened slightly as she excitedly asked, "Commander Han, do you know these things? Do you know how to solve them?"

Everyone else looked at Han Zixuan with great anticipation.

"Yes, Commandant Han, we've been delayed here for quite a while!"

If His Majesty were to find out, he would surely punish us!

"Yes, yes... what other poisonous insects and snakes are extremely dangerous..."

Han Zixuan immediately reassured everyone, "There is indeed a way, but we need to use it cleverly..."

The rolling mountains, like a sleeping behemoth, conceal the Southern Zhao Kingdom within unfathomable folds.

In a mysterious valley shrouded in mist year-round, wisps of smoke rise faintly from between the scattered houses, blurring the line between human life and a dreamlike fairyland.

Deep in the dense forest at the foot of the mountain, a courtyard is surrounded by ancient runes. The symbols carved on the stone walls seem to be flowing, exuding an indescribable eeriness.

In the center of the courtyard, a group of elderly people dressed in strange costumes gathered, each with unique patterns painted on their faces.

It flickers in and out of the dappled light, as if carrying ancient secrets.

One of the elderly men was particularly eye-catching; he was dressed in a wide robe with large sleeves, and the hem and cuffs of his robe were covered with copper bells.

With each step, the bell jingled, its clear sound carrying a hint of eeriness through the silent forest.

His gaze was piercing, fixed on the distant void, his eyes churning with complex emotions, a mixture of deep-seated hatred and profound anxiety.

Suddenly, he opened his mouth and uttered a series of obscure syllables, sometimes as high-pitched as tearing silk.

Sometimes it was low and hoarse, like a sob, as if some ancient spell was flowing on the tip of the tongue.

Outside the courtyard, a group of people dressed similarly moved at the sound, jumping back and forth with strange steps.

Their limbs were stiff yet possessed a strange rhythm, and their mouths repeated short phrases in sync with the old man's chanting, their voices revealing a mixture of piety and fear.

After an unknown amount of time, the old man at the head of the group suddenly raised his hand and threw several strangely shaped objects into the air.

The objects traced arcs in the air, and before they even landed, the people jumping around them all stopped moving.

As if frozen in place, they remained motionless, all eyes fixed on the old man, their breaths seemingly halted.

The old man's withered fingers trembled incessantly, like a withered branch shivering in the autumn wind.

He bent down and picked up the scattered items one by one. As his fingertips traced the rough texture, his shoulders trembled slightly.

He held his breath and pieced them together and arranged them in a secret order, letting out a suppressed gasp with each item he placed.

When the last item was put in place, the pattern formed by the objects suddenly revealed clear signs.

When the old man saw the meaning revealed on it, he was terrified, as if all his strength had been drained away.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out; only his pupils contracted suddenly and then dilated.

The next moment, he could no longer hold on, his legs buckled, and he fell heavily backward.

He slumped to the cold ground, his back hunched beneath his wide robe, like an old tree trunk snapped by lightning, all his former sharpness gone.

"Heaven has forgotten my Wu tribe... Heaven has forgotten my Nanzhao... Ah!"

The omens he deduced using the last vestiges of his lifespan ultimately proved fatal.

The ancestor's prophecy has come true again...

No matter what they did, they couldn't change the Second Elder, the Little Prince, and the others...

Is death the only option for the Southern Zhao?

The crowd below the stage anxiously rushed forward and surrounded the Third Elder.

The man beside him quickly stepped forward to support the Third Elder, saying worriedly, "Third Brother... Third Brother would never... The Witch King has already joined forces with the Western Shu Kingdom."

We will surely escape this calamity…

"Yes... the mountains beyond mountains are a natural barrier, which even the Phoenix Kingdom cannot cross!"

"There might be other ways..."

They deceive themselves and remain unwilling to believe the prophecy.

He even tried to comfort the Third Elder!

The Third Elder, his face pale, said with a resolute gaze, "No...it can't be fake...tell the clansmen to prepare..."

Hurry up and leave...leave...not to be born for a hundred years...just...just think that the witch clan will...go into seclusion.

There should be... there should be a glimmer of hope... quickly... quickly inform the Witch King.

"Don't... let this stand still any longer, run... run away quickly..."

The Third Elder could no longer hold on and closed his eyes, still holding the divination block in his hand.

It was stained with bright red blood, making it look particularly eerie...

The priests panicked when they saw the Third Elder fall to the ground.

He called out, "Third Elder... Third Elder..."

However, the Third Elder had already passed away. The priest who was supporting him laid the Third Elder's body flat.

He knelt in devout worship, and when he raised his head again, his gaze turned fierce as he looked up at the sky.

Turning around, he looked at the crowd below the stage and said in a deep voice, "No one is allowed to speak of what happened today."

I must not let the tribe descend into chaos, so I will go and see the Witch King.

Tell the witch king about the divination; all decisions will be made by the witch king!

The people below the stage exchanged glances and respectfully responded.

"It's Elder Mocha!" Now that the Third Elder has passed away, only Mocha is the most qualified, so he will take over as the priestly elder of the Witch Clan.

As he watched the departing crowd, Mocha's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of coldness flashing across them.

After tidying up, we arrived at the palace at the highest point of the valley.

The Witch King's Palace is built against the mountain, with its dark blue stone walls embedded among the rugged rocks and blending into the lush forest.

Two stone statues with animal heads stood in front of the hall, their eye sockets inlaid with dark green crystals, as if they possessed a spirit.

The roof is covered with dark gray terracotta tiles, and bronze bells hang from the eaves. When the wind blows, the bells make a crisp sound.

The heavy ebony door, covered with twisted runes, opened to the two of them.

A faint light could be seen inside the hall; it was the ever-burning eerie fire on the altar, illuminating the mottled animal-shaped murals on the stone walls.

King Wu Rui of Nanzhao was nearly fifty years old. He wore a black brocade robe adorned with various silver ornaments, including a silver eagle with outstretched wings on his chest.

She wore a hollowed-out silver belt around her waist, and even her hair was adorned with an intricately carved silver hairpin.

The silver ornaments occasionally clinked softly as he paced back and forth in the hall, yet this did not diminish their solemnity in the slightest.

Her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes sharp, and she glanced out of the hall from time to time.

When he saw Mocha approaching, his eyes suddenly lit up and his face was full of excitement.

Mocha knelt respectfully, "Greetings, Your Highness the Witch King!"

Wu Rui quickly told him to dispense with the formalities and eagerly inquired, "How... during the sacrifice... did the Third Elder see the prophecy?"

Mocha, his face filled with grief, said in a deep voice, "The Witch King... the Third Elder has fallen!"

Wu Rui suddenly took two steps back, almost losing his balance, and Mocha followed up with another sentence.

"However, the Third Elder saw the prophecy..."

Wu Rui, who had been disheartened, suddenly came back to life.

Staring at Mocha, he said, "Speak quickly..." His heart was already pounding uncontrollably!

Mocha smiled slightly, "The prophecy... says that my Nanzhao will be able to escape this disaster!"

The hope for life lies in the West!