Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

The Great Wei Kingdom, Youzhou, Governor's Office.

In May, a gentle breeze blows, and the governor's back garden is a riot of color, a scene of everything in full bloom.

The governor and his wife sat in the seats of honor, while the two rows below were filled with officials from Youzhou and their families. It was a rare peaceful time at the beginning of the year.

As the governor, Zhao Yifeng specially held a flower-viewing banquet to celebrate. He was broad-shouldered and burly, with a pair of amorous peach blossom eyes on his lean face.

To maintain the dignity of the governor, he raised his wine cup without a smile.

"Gentlemen, the first toast is to this year's harvest, to favorable weather and abundant crops, and also to Youzhou, to peace and stability. I'll drink it all; you may drink as you please."

Zhao Yifeng held a cup of yellow wine. The amber liquid was poured into his mouth, and a hint of sweetness wafted out. He frowned slightly.

The liquor wasn't strong enough.

The officials below all drank their cups dry.

The third one from the left is a tall man, about nine feet tall, who is sitting diagonally to his left.

He took a sip of wine, smacked his lips, and the scar on his left cheek, from his eye to the corner of his mouth, twitched, like an ugly centipede.

"Oh dear, sir, this wine has no flavor."

As soon as he opened his mouth, many people raised objections, saying that it was indeed not a drink for grown men, as it wasn't spicy at all.

Amidst the commotion, the first person on the left, dressed in a scholar's robe, with a delicate face and the frail appearance of a scholar, stood up and let out a cold snort.

All the murmurs below fell silent.

The loudest of them all lowered their heads, avoiding looking at the scholar, for fear of being targeted.

Zhao Yifeng slightly suppressed his smile and tried to smooth things over: "Prefect Ning is also thinking about Youzhou, in case something happens to us while we're drunk."

A few scattered voices from below: "Yeah."

"Prefect Ning is right."

Hearing the insincere words, Zhao Yifeng's wife, Wen Zheng, couldn't help but take a round fan from her confidant, hold it in front of her face, and laugh unrestrainedly.

She was a local, tall and slender with a dignified and upright appearance. Her almond-shaped eyes did not appear weak, but rather showed a unique resilience.

Zhao Yifeng heard her voice first, then saw her shoulders twitching, and coughed to remind her.

Stop laughing, your dad and brother are in there too.

Wen Zheng stopped smiling and handed the fan to her trusted aide. The fan continued to fan her, as she had been feeling hot lately. She picked up her chopsticks and took out a cold dish.

After eating, I suddenly felt unusually hungry again.

She had eaten a meal before the banquet started.

Wen Zheng felt that something was wrong with her body, so she whispered to Zhao Qifeng about her abnormal condition and then quietly left.

In addition, the physicians in the governor's mansion were also summoned.

"What did you say? I'm pregnant?"

Wen Zheng suddenly stood up, her face full of disbelief. She was thirty years old this year and already a mother of three.

The eldest son is thirteen and will soon be getting married.

The doctor, relying on his years of medical experience, assured him that he hadn't misdiagnosed her: "Madam, you are indeed pregnant, but your health is perfectly fine."

He discovered that the governor's wife did not exhibit the typical weakness of a woman of her age who was pregnant.

The trusted aide helped Wen Zheng sit down slowly: "Madam, please be careful."

"Should we inform the governor?"

Wen Zheng: "...Go tell him, and also tell him to take good care of the banquet himself, I won't be going."

After the doctor left, she subconsciously touched her belly, as if to greet the baby.

"Plum Blossom, this child came at an inauspicious time." Her face showed a hint of worry.

Now, she doesn't know how many more years of peaceful life she can have. She's afraid that after her child is born, she'll have to endure hardship with him.

Zhao Yifeng was excited; he had another child, how could he not be happy? But as soon as he entered the house, he saw the worry on his wife's face, and he stopped in his tracks.

He walked over gently, put his arm around her shoulder, and comforted her, "Maybe it's not as bad as I thought."

General Gu Liang is a pillar of the Great Wei Kingdom. Even if the emperor is muddle-headed, he can't really take his anger out on him.

If Gu Liang gets into trouble, the borders of the Great Wei will be in trouble.

"His Majesty only wants to regain military power, not lose the empire," Zhao Yifeng comforted him.

Wen Zheng was comforted, but she asked a crucial question: "If His Majesty doesn't take action against General Gu, then who in the northern Nine Provinces will be the first innocent victim in His Majesty's eyes?"

Zhao Yifeng, one of the governors of the Nine Provinces: "..."

The smile didn't disappear; it simply shifted, from his face to his wife's.

He said with a pained expression, "I'll go deliver the gift to Grandpa Li."

Grandpa Li, the emperor's chief steward, had shared hardships with the emperor since childhood and was now the emperor's most trusted person.

She can be considered the number one person in the palace besides the emperor.

Not to mention that he was being obsequious by calling him "Grandpa," even the imperial grandsons in the palace had to call him Grandpa Li.

Wen Zheng: "That's fine. As long as people are alive, money is gone." He said that, but the pain on his face was obvious.

For a couple to get along, they need to have something in common, and these two happened to be equally stingy when it came to money.

With the matter temporarily resolved, the couple looked forward to the future with their unborn child.

It wasn't until two months later that Wen Zheng's pregnancy was announced to the public.

First was the second daughter of the household, Zhao Yue, who was ten years old this year. She was dressed in a neat blue riding outfit, and her hair was tied into a ponytail with a hair tie.

He ran towards his mother's yard.

Just as I was about to go inside to greet my mother, I saw that she was covered in dust; she had just come from the horse farm.

He asked the people behind him to help him clean up before going inside.

Seeing her mother lying on a recliner basking in the sun, her upper body enveloped in a golden light, Zhao Yue subconsciously rubbed her eyes.

The golden light disappeared again.

She walked over quietly, and just as she was about to place her hand on her mother's belly, she was stopped.

Wen Zheng opened his eyes, a half-smile on his face, and grabbed Zhao Yue's small hand before it even touched her stomach.

"Zhao Yue".

"Why are you sneaking around?"

Wen Zheng released his grip and raised an eyebrow to indicate that she could touch him now.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Yue told the truth: "Mother, I'm not curious about the baby in your belly. I just saw a layer of golden light on your belly."

It's like a harbinger of the imminent birth of a great figure in a storybook.

She subconsciously got involved.

Wen Zheng: "..."

She turned to look at the plum blossom: "Is there golden light on my stomach?"

Plum Blossom: I wasn't paying attention, and I actually got asked that question.

"I didn't look at your belly all the time, madam," Plum Blossom said, indicating that she was not a pervert and would not stare at a pregnant woman's belly constantly.

Wen Zheng: "..."

She quickly brushed it aside and denied it to Zhao Yue: "You're mistaken."

"And don't tell anyone outside," Wen Zheng solemnly instructed, emphasizing that it was a time to keep a low profile at home.

Zhao Yue didn't understand but obediently replied, "Okay."

"Mother, when is my eldest brother coming back?"

"In the next couple of days."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a servant came in to report: "The eldest son has returned with the third son from General Gu Liang's household."