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

On the battlefield, Han Zixuan held a long sword in her hand.

They weaved through the crowd as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

With the 70,000 to 80,000 soldiers brought by Han Zixuan and You Fang, plus the border guards, the battle situation has now become overwhelmingly favorable.

A great battle is about to begin, with yellow sand filling the sky.

With Princess Tana of Western Shu dead, the right wing of Western Shu, now without its commander to keep it in check, collapsed instantly.

You Fang shouted from behind, "Charge!"

The infantrymen immediately surged forward with overwhelming momentum, their shield formations advancing like moving mountains.

The archers unleashed a barrage of arrows, raining down like arrows, striking down one Shu soldier after another, who fell to the blood-stained mud.

The once arrogant and domineering Western Shu cavalry were now trapped beasts caught in a pincer movement, the muffled thuds of men and horses colliding, the crisp sounds of weapons breaking, and desperate roars all mixed together.

As dusk deepened, the Western Shu front had withdrawn from Shacheng.

The banners of Fenglin fluttered in the wind, and the Western Shu Kingdom was utterly defeated this time.

Queen Eying, upon learning of Tana's death and the army's defeat, was enraged.

He slapped Rong Di hard across the face. "Useless trash, didn't you say this was a golden opportunity?"

How could we have lost the city? How could Tana be dead! You killed her! How come it wasn't you who died?

Her daughter was so brave, how could... how could she...

His aged face was full of disbelief as he slumped onto the throne.

Rong Di's handsome face immediately swelled up after being hit, and a bright red streak appeared at the corner of his mouth.

But he showed no emotion on his face, as if he felt no pain.

He slowly turned his head and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his lips.

He said coldly, "Go and fight tomorrow!" After saying that, he left without looking back!

E Ying stared intently at Rong Di's departing figure, her expression dejected as if she had aged more than ten years.

The next day, as the sun rose, the Rongdi soldiers in their armor still had some redness on their cheeks as they faced the two armies.

Yet, he couldn't hide the murderous intent in his eyes, and the curved blade in his hand gleamed with a ghostly light!

Looking at the person opposite him, he shouted, "Let Han Zixuan come out and fight!"

The voice drifted far and wide, and You Fang and the others all looked at Han Zixuan.

He chuckled softly, "Commander Han... what did you do to offend the Prince of Western Shu that he'd fight anyone but you?"

Han Zixuan replied calmly, "I'm afraid I offended him because of Princess Tana yesterday!"

Without saying another word, he spurred his horse and rode away!

Soon the two faced each other not far away, and a gust of sand rose up in the distance.

Rong Di stared intently at Han Zixuan's face with deep eyes, then suddenly shouted, and his horse shot off like an arrow.

Two warhorses leaped and twirled across the open field, their iron hooves crushing the mud and sand, while the black robes of the Rongdi people fluttered in the wind.

The curved blade in his hand, accompanied by sand and dust, was aimed at Han Zixuan's vital points with each strike.

Whether it's taking the throat or severing the horse's leg, the wind from the blade carries a ruthless killing intent, as if it wants to split the opponent and horse in two.

Han Zixuan, however, moved like a startled swan on the wind. Her silver armor gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and her white horse seemed to possess a spirit, twisting and turning with incredible agility.

They always manage to avoid fatal blows at the last possible moment.

The long sword in his hand sometimes moved like a serpent emerging from its hole, aiming at the prince's wrist holding the knife, and sometimes moved like a flowing spring winding around a rock, using the momentum of the horse to gently deflect most of the opponent's force.

Her figure rose and fell on horseback, her clothes fluttering in the wind.

The Rongdi grew increasingly agitated as they fought, letting out low growls like trapped beasts.

He suddenly leaned down and pressed himself against the horse's neck, his curved blade flashing back to slash at Han Zixuan's side.

Just as the blade was about to touch the armor, Han Zixuan suddenly turned the horse around, and the white horse reared up, its front hooves leaving afterimages in the air.

Using the momentum of her leap, she twisted her body, her inner strength surging suddenly, and her longsword hummed as it burst forth with half a foot of green light.

"drink!"

Before the clear shout had even finished, a blue light pierced the sky like a thunderclap.

This strike concentrated all her strength; it was devoid of any fancy moves, yet so fast that it was impossible to dodge.

Rong Di only felt a flash of blue light before his eyes. In his haste, he raised his sword to block, but heard a crisp "crack" and the curved sword was knocked out of his hand!

Before he could react, he was struck hard in the chest by an invisible internal force.

As if struck by a boulder, Rong Di was thrown backward from his horse and crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth, staining the yellow earth beneath him red.

He struggled to sit up, but his vision was filled with a cold, silvery light.

Han Zixuan had already reined in her horse and stood in front of him, her long sword pointed directly at his face.

The cold glint of the sword tip reflected his suddenly contracting pupils.

The next instant, the longsword whistled through the wind and arrived, swift and decisive without the slightest hesitation.

"Pfft."

The soft sound of a blade piercing a skull was carried away by the wind. Rong Di's eyes were fixed, the last glint of the sword tip still frozen in his pupils.

And that intense, unyielding resentment…

In just three days, Feng Lin recovered all of the lost cities of Shacheng and Mocheng.

They marched straight in and directly breached the city walls of Western Shu.

They moved as if into an empty field, slaughtering the soldiers of the Western Shu Kingdom until they had no chance to fight back.

In the end, Princess Eying of the Western Shu Kingdom could not hold on any longer and raised the white flag.

They are willing to submit to Fenglin and become its citizens, serving it loyally for generations to come...

Half a month later, an urgent message arrived, delivering the letter of surrender from Western Shu to Feng Xiyue's desk.

Feng Xiyue distributed the decree of surrender to all the officials in the court for review.

"Hehe, General You, General He, and Commandant Han are indeed brave."

In just over half a year, they had swept away all the countries.

Having them is truly a blessing for me, Fenglin!

The officials below the stage responded in unison, flattering, "Heaven blesses our Phoenix Descent!"

The court had changed a lot by then, with more than half of the people in it being unfamiliar.

They were all young and full of energy. If Han Zixuan were there, she would definitely recognize that the young woman standing at the very end was her good friend, Zhuang Xinyan!

With the Western Shu Kingdom defeated, the war is finally over! Tens of thousands of soldiers were left behind in Western Shu, or rather, in what is now Fenglin territory.

They even changed their name to Xiyu (Western Regions) and settled down there, while the others followed the army back to the capital.

When I returned to Kyoto, it was almost November, and the people of Kyoto were already wearing thick clothes.

The wind in early November carried a crisp chill, but it couldn't dispel the fervent heat emanating from the streets of the capital.

Before dawn, both sides of Zhuque Street were already crowded with people, young and old, walking on the frosty bluestone slabs and breathing out white breaths as they pushed forward.

Even the windows of the restaurant and the crenellations of the courtyard wall were filled with people peeking and looking around.

"They're here! They're here!" someone shouted, and the crowd instantly erupted like a lit firecracker.

The children rode on their mother's shoulders, pointing to the slowly moving procession in the distance.

Even the usually dignified old man couldn't help but crane his neck to look ahead, his wrinkles at the corners of his eyes brimming with smiles.

In the distance, the dull sound of horses' hooves came from the city gate. First, a large banner with the character "Phoenix" stained with frost pierced the morning mist, and then the rhythmic clanging of armor grew closer and closer.

The cavalry at the front, their armor still stained with mud, stood tall with their backs straight. The scimitars at their waists gleamed coldly in the morning sun, and wherever they passed, they were met with thunderous cheers.

"It's General Li!" someone exclaimed, pointing to the general in the middle of the group, who was adorned with red ribbons and colorful decorations. Their voices were filled with excitement.

Women on the street held out pre-prepared hot wine and stuffed it into the hands of soldiers.

The vendors simply tossed sweet cakes and fruits into the queue, shouting, "Hero, take care!"

The warhorses seemed to be infected by the noise, snorting and swishing their tails. The frost splashed up by their iron hooves seemed to carry joy.

As the sun gradually climbed higher, it bathed the entire capital city in a warm, gentle glow.

The victorious army marched slowly forward amidst cheers, the cold gleam of their armor contrasting with the smiling faces of the people.