Quick Transmigration: The Pregnant Little Fairy is Pampered by the Heirless Boss

"What brings the King of Wu to the Eastern Palace at this time?"

The emperor frowned and said unhappily.

"Today is the day Qingyun is cured of his poison. Perhaps he came to celebrate," the Empress guessed, standing to the side.

"Then please invite him in first."

The emperor gave the order, and the gatekeeper immediately turned to report it.

Ji Xiaosong used her divine sense to scan the entire East Palace and found that the entire palace was shrouded in murderous aura.

But no soldiers appeared nearby, so where did this murderous aura come from?

She looked around at the nearby residents and, sure enough, found that there were many more people.

Although these people were dressed as ordinary commoners, their eyes kept glancing towards the Eastern Palace.

It turns out that the King of Wu had hidden his soldiers among the common people. If he gave the order, these people would be a threat to the Crown Prince.

Ah!

Ji Xiaosong sneered inwardly. The father of her future child could not be harmed. Today was the day for detoxification. Even if the Heavenly King himself came, he could not change it!

"Father, Mother, I will take Qingyun to the bedchamber to detoxify first. After I help Qingyun detoxify, we will come to meet the guests."

The Empress also realized that the most important thing today was to detoxify the poison; the King of Wu's visit was nothing important.

"Good boy, hurry up and don't delay."

Ji Xiaosong bowed, and where no one else noticed, she secretly made a hand seal inside her wide sleeve, and the entire East Palace was enveloped by a barrier.

Now, even if the King of Wu's soldiers wanted to rebel, they wouldn't be able to break into the Eastern Palace.

Unless you go through the main entrance, which is the only way to escape and get in, you'll be trapped inside.

Ji Xiaosong led Chu Qingyun steadily toward the bedchamber.

Throughout the journey, she appeared calm, but in reality, she was vigilantly observing her surroundings, keenly noticing every slight disturbance.

Upon entering the bedchamber, she quickly waved her hand to set up several hidden spiritual energy barriers to ensure absolute safety.

"Song'er, after this detoxification, will I be no different from a normal person?"

Chu Qingyun's eyes were full of expectation. Who would want to die if they could live a good life?

"Of course, you're the one who will live to be a hundred with me. We'll have many children, and we'll watch them grow up together. I won't allow you to die, don't worry."

She carefully took out a jade box from her bosom, inside which were Qingling Grass flowers that emitted a lustrous white light.

Ji Xiaosong mobilized the spiritual energy within her body, transforming it into wisps of spiritual silk that gently wrapped around the Qingling Grass flower, guiding the pure medicinal power within to be slowly released.

"Bear with it, it'll be over soon."

As she spoke, she fed the spiritual silk containing powerful medicinal properties into Chu Qingyun's mouth.

Chu Qingyun endured the pain and cooperated with Ji Xiaosong.

However, the poison had penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and every bit of the medicine's effect felt like a difficult battle.

Chu Qingyun's face was sometimes as pale as paper, and sometimes contorted with pain, with cold sweat pouring down his forehead like rain.

Seeing this, Ji Xiaosong's heart clenched. She increased her spiritual energy output, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

She kept chanting incantations in her heart, using spiritual energy as a guide to precisely deliver the medicinal power of the Qingling Grass to every meridian and every bone of Chu Qingyun.

Suddenly, the sounds of fierce fighting came from outside the sleeping quarters.

The sound was sharp and noisy, a cacophony of clashing weapons and shouts, which was particularly jarring in the silent Eastern Palace.

Ji Xiaosong's expression instantly tightened, and a hint of vigilance flashed in her eyes.

At this moment, Chu Qingyun was tormented by excruciating pain to the point of near unconsciousness. His body trembled uncontrollably, his jaw was clenched, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He had no time to pay attention to the commotion outside.

Ji Xiaosong was filled with anxiety, but she knew that saving Chu Qingyun was the top priority and she absolutely could not afford to be distracted.

She circulated her spiritual energy to its fullest extent, precisely channeling every wisp of it to the Qingling Grass, thereby guiding the medicinal power deep into Chu Qingyun's bone marrow to dispel the stubborn toxins.

This was a battle against death, and she dared not relax for a moment. If her spiritual power was interrupted, Chu Qingyun's life would be in danger.

Ji Xiaosong prayed silently in her heart. She usually treated the guards of the Eastern Palace with kindness and generosity. She not only often rewarded them, but also taught them cultivation methods, which greatly improved their martial arts skills.

She could only hope that these guards would be grateful and, in this critical moment, use their superior martial arts skills to hold the Eastern Palace, buying her enough time to complete this difficult detoxification.

"Hang in there, Qingyun, we're almost there!" Ji Xiaosong encouraged Chu Qingyun, and also cheered herself on.

As time went by, Chu Qingyun's pain seemed to lessen. His tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and the cloudiness in his eyes gradually faded.

Seeing this glimmer of hope, Ji Xiaosong was greatly encouraged and focused even more intently on activating the medicine's power, leaving no hidden toxins undetected.

Finally, when the last trace of toxin was cleared, Chu Qingyun's complexion regained some color, and his breathing stabilized.

"Xiao Song, thank you..." Chu Qingyun said weakly.

Ji Xiaosong smiled with relief, "No need for thanks, there's no need for such formalities between us."

The sounds of fighting could still be heard outside the bedchamber, and Chu Qingyun sensed that something was wrong.

"Something must have happened outside, let's go!"

Ji Xiaosong, holding Chu Qingyun's hand, arrived outside the bedroom in a flash.

Outside the hall, chaos reigned, with flashing swords and the stench of blood filling the air.

The empress and several princes and princesses were surrounded, their faces filled with terror and despair.

Although the emperor tried to remain calm and barely managed to grip a sword, he could not hide his exhaustion.

Most of the guards of the Eastern Palace were absent today. Ji Xiaosong used her divine sense to investigate and discovered that they had been drugged with a powerful sleeping potion.

A cruel smile played on the lips of the King of Wu as he personally led a group of highly skilled warriors, pressing forward relentlessly.

Blood still dripped from the long sword in his hand, and his eyes revealed madness and ambition.

"Today is your death day! Even if the poison is cured, the useless ones inside will become cripples!"

The King of Wu laughed wildly, his voice particularly jarring amidst the chaos.

The second prince fought back fiercely, but was struck hard by a fierce general beside the King of Wu, falling to the ground, his fate unknown.

Princess Chaoxia trembled with fear, cowering in a corner and letting out screams.

Just at this critical moment, Ji Xiaosong and Chu Qingyun suddenly appeared.

Ji Xiaosong's eyes burned with rage, and his spiritual energy erupted instantly, forming a powerful current that forced the surrounding enemies back several steps.

"How dare you, King Wu, be so presumptuous in the Eastern Palace!"

Ji Xiaosong roared, his voice like a booming bell, echoing throughout the entire East Palace.

Although Chu Qingyun had just recovered from the poison and was still somewhat weak, he forced himself to pick up his weapon and fight alongside Ji Xiaosong.

Ji Xiaosong quickly formed hand seals, and streams of spiritual energy transformed into sharp blades, shooting towards the Wu King's soldiers.

Wherever they went, the enemy fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

Upon seeing this, the King of Wu was startled, but quickly regained his fierce demeanor.

He brandished his longsword and charged at Ji Xiaosong himself, the wind from the blade whistling, carrying a deadly threat.

Ji Xiaosong was not afraid at all. With a flash, she easily avoided the King of Wu's attack. Then, she struck back with a beam of spiritual energy, which hit the King of Wu's shoulder.

The King of Wu was in pain and staggered, but he still refused to give up.

At this moment, the remaining guards of the Eastern Palace, encouraged by Ji Xiaosong and Chu Qingyun, were greatly inspired and launched an even more fierce counterattack.

The two sides were locked in fierce combat, and the situation remained deadlocked for a time.

While dealing with the enemy's attacks, Ji Xiaosong looked for an opportunity.

Suddenly, she noticed a slight opening in King Wu's defense. Without hesitation, she gathered all her spiritual power and unleashed a powerful spiritual energy attack.

The impact was like a cannonball, striking the King of Wu directly in the chest.

The King of Wu stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief, before collapsing heavily to the ground and dying.

Upon seeing this, his soldiers were thrown into chaos, abandoning their armor and weapons and fleeing in all directions.

Ji Xiaosong and Chu Qingyun led the remaining guards of the Eastern Palace who did not have Chinese medicine and quickly quelled the rebellion.

"King Wu is usually extremely cautious, so why would he suddenly launch a rebellion today?"

The emperor was puzzled, and everyone else was even more puzzled.