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

Ji Xiaosong had some doubts, so she decided to go and see Ji Yao first.

I thought this world would be a vacation, but it turned out to be hell right from the start.

Yingguo was weak and beset by internal and external troubles.

She, the eldest princess, could very well die at any moment.

Rubbing his temples, Ji Xiaosong went to Ji Yao's courtyard.

Ji Yao's boudoir was in a mess.

Ji Xiaosong stood at the door, coldly surveying the broken porcelain and overturned furniture scattered on the floor.

The curtain embroidered with gold thread was torn in half, and the bronze mirror on the dressing table shattered into several pieces, reflecting countless distorted faces of Ji Yao.

"Get out! Who let you in!"

With her back to the door, Ji Yao smashed the last celadon vase in her hand onto the ground.

Porcelain shards flew, nearly tearing the hem of Ji Xiaosong's skirt.

"Is this the noble lady raised by the Marquis of Anning's family?" Ji Xiaosong stepped in slowly, her voice as cold as ice. "I have truly broadened my horizons today."

Not long after Ji Yao was born, the original owner of the body accompanied the emperor in conquering the world, so Ji Yao spent much more time in the Marquis of Anning's mansion than in the Princess's mansion.

Ji Yao turned around abruptly, her eyes blazing with fury.

Her hair was disheveled, and there were still red marks on her cheeks, left by Ji Xiaosong in the main hall earlier.

"What are you doing here?" Ji Yao's voice was shrill. "Have you come to laugh at me? Or have you come to tell me that you've already killed Mingyuan?"

Ji Xiaosong sat down on the only intact rosewood chair and slowly adjusted her cuffs: "If I wanted to kill him, I wouldn't have waited until now."

"Then where did you lock him up?" Ji Yao rushed to Ji Xiaosong, but was held back by two maids. "Mother! I beg you, let him go! Your daughter truly loves him!"

"Love?" Ji Xiaosong chuckled. "What do you love about a mere scholar who couldn't even pass the imperial examination? Do you love his incredibly gentle and delicate cousin, or his sickly mother? Or perhaps his gambling and alcoholic father?"

Ji Yao's expression changed drastically: "Impossible! Mingyuan doesn't have any beloved cousin; he only has me in his heart!"

"It seems you're not only foolish, but also blind and deaf." Ji Xiaosong took out a letter from her sleeve and slowly unfolded it in front of Ji Yao. "Do you recognize this handwriting?"

Ji Yao stared at the letter, her lips beginning to tremble.

It was Liu Mingyuan's handwriting, but it read "My beloved Yuanyuan".

Ji Yao didn't have the nickname "Yuanyuan," so this "Yuanyuan" clearly belonged to another woman.

"This...this is a frame-up!" Ji Yao suddenly screamed, "It was you! You sent people to plant it! Just to break us up!"

Ji Xiaosong put away the letter, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes: "I originally thought you were just blinded by love, but I didn't expect you to be so foolish."

"I hate you!"

Suddenly, Ji Yao sprang to her feet, breaking free from the maid's restraints and lunging at Ji Xiaosong. "From childhood to adulthood, all you've ever done is control me! Restrain me! Father was right, you're a control freak! No wonder he'd rather keep a mistress outside than return to the manor!"

The room was instantly silent.

Ji Xiaosong's eyes sharpened: "What did you say?"

Ji Yao seemed to have found a weapon to attack her mother, and a malicious smile appeared on her face: "What? Doesn't Your Highness the Princess know? Father has a mistress in Pear Blossom Lane in the south of the city, and she was recently found out to be pregnant. Father even said that she is my younger brother, and I will definitely cherish and take care of him in the future!"

Ji Xiaosong's fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly.

This information was indeed not in the original owner's memories.

"Continue." Her voice was eerily calm.

Seeing that her attacks were effective, Ji Yao became even more unrestrained: "On the seventh of every month, Father would use the excuse of being on night duty at the academy to spend the night there. That woman is called Yunniang, she came from the Jiaofangsi (a government-run entertainment institution), she's gentle and considerate, unlike you, who always acts like a princess..."

"Anything else?" Ji Xiaosong interrupted her.

“Your father purchased a residence in the south of the city in your name, using silver from the Princess’s residence.”

Ji Yao maliciously added, "By the way, your favorite mutton fat jade bracelet was given to Yunniang by Father a long time ago. The one you've been wearing has always been a fake."

Ji Xiaosong slowly stood up, looking down at her daughter: "When did you find out?"

Ji Yao raised her head: "Last year on the Lantern Festival, I secretly followed my father... Mother, if you are willing to release Mingyuan, I can tell you more."

"No need." Ji Xiaosong turned and walked towards the door. "Someone come here."

Four guards immediately appeared outside the door.

"Issue my order," Ji Xiaosong's voice was devoid of any emotion, "immediately seal off all residences in Pear Blossom Lane in the south of the city and detain all those inside. Anyone who resists will be killed without exception."

"Mother!" Ji Yao cried out in terror, "You can't do this! That's Father..."

Ji Xiaosong turned around, her cold gaze silencing Ji Yao instantly: "From this day forward, you are no longer my daughter."

"What?" Ji Yao's face turned deathly pale.

"I will petition the Emperor to strip you of your title of Princess."

Ji Xiaosong said, word by word, "Tomorrow morning, kick her out of the princess's residence. When she leaves, she cannot take anything with her."

Ji Yao was struck dumb, and immediately lunged at him hysterically: "You can't do this! I'm your only daughter! Your imperial uncle will never agree to this!"

Ji Xiaosong easily dodged her tearing: "Do you think the Emperor would offend his own sister, who is in charge of the Six Armies of the Northern Army, for a girl who publicly disgraced the royal family?"

Ji Yao finally broke down, collapsing to the ground and wailing, "I hate you! I curse you to die a horrible death! A woman like you deserves to be betrayed by her husband!"

Ji Xiaosong completely ignored Ji Yao's curses.

She'd rather not have a daughter like that.

Anyway, she can give birth on her own, and if necessary, she can have a few more obedient children.

Not long after he returned to his courtyard, the guards came back.

"Your Highness, the person has been brought here."

The captain of the guards knelt on one knee, his armor still damp from the night dew. Behind him, four guards escorted two disheveled figures.

Song Linchuan's clothes were disheveled, and his hair ornament was askew;

The woman named Yunniang, with a slightly protruding belly, was trembling as she clutched Song Linchuan's sleeve.

Ji Xiaosong sat upright in the main seat of the main hall, her fingertips lightly tapping the sandalwood armrest.

The candlelight cast a long shadow of hers, enveloping the three people below.

"Madam..." Song Linchuan broke free of the guards and knelt down with a thud. "There are other reasons behind this matter. Please allow me to explain..."

"Explain?" Ji Xiaosong chuckled. "Explain how you used my money to support mistresses? Or explain how you forged my seal to purchase residences?"

Song Linchuan's face turned deathly pale.

He clearly hadn't expected Ji Xiaosong to have investigated so thoroughly.

Yunniang suddenly knelt forward, tears streaming down her face, and kowtowed, saying, "Your Highness, please understand! It was I who seduced the Prince Consort, and it has nothing to do with him! I am willing to die to atone for my sins, I only beg Your Highness to spare the child in my womb!"

Ji Xiaosong narrowed her eyes.

This woman was clever; she used a feigned retreat to advance, using the child as a shield from the start.

"Yunniang!" Song Linchuan supported her with heartache, then turned to Ji Xiaosong and pleaded, "Madam, it's all my fault, no matter what. But the child is innocent... Please, for the sake of our many years of marriage..."

"Marital affection?"

Ji Xiaosong suddenly stood up and slammed the account book from her sleeve down in front of Song Linchuan. "Three thousand taels of silver a month to support your mistress, is this your way of showing affection to your husband?"

The ledgers were spread out, and the entries circled in red ink were shocking.

Cold sweat beaded on Song Linchuan's forehead, and his fingers trembled involuntarily.

"I……"

"And this too." Ji Xiaosong threw down another stack of land deeds. "A three-courtyard house in the south of the city, mortgaged with the land that was part of my dowry. Song Linchuan, how dare you."

Yunniang looked at the documents in horror, suddenly realizing that the seriousness of the matter was far beyond her imagination.

She instinctively protected her abdomen and took a half step back.

Seeing that he could no longer deny it, Song Linchuan suddenly straightened up and said, "Your Highness, things have come to this point, so I will not hide it from you anymore. Yunniang is indeed carrying my child. The imperial physician has examined her and believes it is most likely a boy."

A glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes: "The Princess's residence has no male heir to this day. If this child could be recognized and returned to the family..."

"Snapped!"

A slap echoed throughout the hall.

Song Linchuan was knocked to the side by the blow, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Ji Xiaosong withdrew her hand, her voice as cold as ice: "A lowly maid from the brothel, does she even deserve to bear my child in name?"

"Madam!" Song Linchuan covered his face, both shocked and furious. "You..."

"I summoned you here today not to hear you negotiate terms."

Ji Xiaosong sat back in the main seat, looking down at them condescendingly, "The Anning Marquis's family has failed in its parenting, allowing you to commit such a disgraceful act. I will request an imperial decree to strip your family of its hereditary title."

Song Linchuan was struck dumb: "What?!"

"As for you," Ji Xiaosong turned his gaze to Yunniang, "you are a lowly person from the Jiaofangsi (a government-run entertainment institution), and you seduced an official of the imperial court. According to the law, you should be beaten to death."

Yunniang collapsed to the ground, her face ashen.

"Impossible! His Majesty will not agree!"