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

After receiving the imperial edict, Ji's father's face was filled with a grateful smile. He turned to the steward beside him and whispered a few instructions.

The steward understood and hurriedly left, returning shortly with a bulging purse.

He handed the purse to the eunuch who was delivering the imperial decree, and then Ji Fu respectfully said to him, "You have had a long journey, sir. This is just a small gift, nothing more. We hope you will accept it as a token of our gratitude to His Majesty."

The eunuch delivering the decree squeezed his purse, his smile deepening. He glanced at Song Yuxi, who was still slumped on the ground, and raised his voice slightly:

"His Majesty witnessed the entire affair between Miss Ji and Young Master Song today. Since the auspicious date of the ninth day of next month has been set, the Ji family need not make any changes. Simply changing the wedding party would be in accordance with the will of Heaven."

Upon hearing this, Ji's father understood immediately and quickly bowed to express his gratitude: "We will obey Your Majesty's decree. The entire Ji family will do our utmost to prepare for the wedding and will not dare to slack off in the slightest."

Ji Xiaosong stood to the side with her head down, her cheeks flushed. She stole a glance at Xiao Shen and saw a hint of barely perceptible joy in his calm expression.

"Oh, isn't this Young Marquis Song? What are you doing sitting at the gate of the Ji family? It just so happens that the Song family also has an imperial edict. I'll accompany Young Marquis Song to the Song family to deliver the edict."

Song Yuxi slowly stood up and brushed the dust off his clothes.

"Father-in-law, please."

Even without the marriage to the Ji family, he is still the future master of the Marquis's mansion.

At this moment, we absolutely cannot let this matter cause us to lose our composure.

He mustered his spirits, straightened his back, and followed the imperial eunuch back to the Song residence.

By this time, the rest of the Song family had received the news and all rushed back.

Once everyone had settled in front of the hall, the eunuch delivering the imperial edict began to read it aloud in his high-pitched voice.

Upon hearing the imperial edict, Song Yuxi felt a pang of pain in his heart, but he still bit his lower lip and tried his best to remain calm.

He knelt on both knees and said loudly, "Your subject receives the imperial decree and expresses gratitude. Long live Your Majesty!"

The voice didn't reveal much emotion, only the slightly trembling ending tone betrayed the turmoil in his heart.

After the eunuch finished reading the imperial edict, he handed it to Song Yuxi, glanced at him, and said sarcastically, "Young Marquis Song, His Majesty will soon send a hundred concubines and your pregnant mistress to the Marquis's residence. You'd better watch yourself."

Having said that, he left with his attendants.

As soon as the eunuch delivering the imperial edict disappeared outside the mansion gate, Song Yuxi suddenly stood up, clutching the imperial edict tightly in his hand.

His eyes instantly became bloodshot, wide open in anger, scanning everything in front of him.

Suddenly, he shouted and kicked over a sandalwood chair next to him. The chair rolled several times on the ground with a dull thud.

"It's all Ji Xiaosong's fault! If it weren't for her, things wouldn't have come to this!"

Song Yuxi roared and swept the teacup off the table, sending shards of broken porcelain flying everywhere.

He paced back and forth in the hall, his chest heaving violently, his breathing rapid and heavy.

The servants stood trembling, not daring to utter a sound.

When Song Yuxi turned around and saw them, his anger flared even more. He pointed at them and yelled, "What are you looking at! Get out of here!"

The servants, as if granted a pardon, fled in droves.

Only then did the other members of the Marquis's household dare to step forward and ask questions.

"Your wedding is next month, Yu Xi. What's going on between you and the woman from the Ji family? And what's the purpose of that mistress?"

Uncle Song frowned, his face full of anger as he questioned Song, his eyes revealing deep dissatisfaction and doubt.

Uncle Song sighed and shook his head, saying, "Yu Xi, you are utterly foolish. How can you ruin the reputation of our Song family for three generations?"

Song's fourth uncle stood with his arms crossed, his face cold and silent, but his eyes seemed to see right through Song Yuxi, making him feel like he was being pricked by thorns.

The fifth uncle of the Song family was of a gentle nature. With a hint of reluctance and regret on his face, he said softly, "Yuxi, things have come to this point. You should think carefully about how to deal with it. Don't act recklessly anymore."

The aunts were also discussing it amongst themselves. The second aunt shouted in a shrill voice, "This girl from the Ji family was such a good match, but you've ruined it like this. How are we supposed to stand in this capital city in the future?"

Auntie San wiped away her tears and cried out, "Our Song family has never had such a disgraceful incident before. What are we going to do?"

Fourth Aunt said coldly, "You unfilial son, you should be taught a lesson. Staying at home to reflect on your mistakes is too lenient."

Fifth Aunt tried to calm everyone down by speaking softly, but the anger of the crowd was not so easily dissipated.

Faced with the accusations and questions from the crowd, Song Yuxi grew increasingly annoyed. He glared at them and shouted, "Enough! I have my own plan for this matter, and you don't need to point fingers at me here."

After saying that, he turned and strode out of the room, slamming the door shut and shutting out the noise of the crowd, leaving only chaos and commotion in the hall.

That evening, the hundred concubines arranged by the emperor, as well as Yue Niang who had been hiding outside the Song family's gate and dared not enter, were all sent to the Marquis's mansion.

Mother Song glanced sideways at Yue Niang, whose delicate and boneless appearance was no different from the skinny horses raised by merchants.

She snorted lightly, her eyes full of disdain, and slowly said, "Hmph, look at this appearance, shamelessly flaunting your pregnant belly outside. If it weren't for the bloodline in the manor, do you think you could even step into the gates of this Marquis's manor?"

Upon hearing this, Yue Niang quickly lowered her head, tears welling in her eyes, and said timidly, "Please forgive me, Madam. I have no choice but to do this. I only hope to bear a child for the young marquis."

"Offspring?" Madam Song glanced at her coldly and continued to mock her, "Don't think that you can rest easy just because you're pregnant. There are many rules in this Marquis's mansion. Just wait and see how you behave in the future."

As she spoke, Madam Song instructed the maid, "Take her away and settle her in the side courtyard. Find an old woman to keep a close eye on her so that nothing goes wrong."

Although his tone seemed calm, it conveyed an undeniable authority.

After Yue Niang was taken away, Madam Song said to the steward, "Make arrangements for all the concubines as well. Don't let them run rampant in the mansion. The peace of the Marquis's mansion cannot be disturbed by them."

Although Song's mother was furious about this sudden turn of events, as the mistress of the Marquis's mansion, she could only suppress her disgust and temporarily accept these people, hoping that she could slowly clean up this mess and salvage some of the Marquis's mansion's reputation in the future.

With hundreds of concubines, their daily food and drink cost a lot of money, which is truly a headache.

But if they were all made to serve his son, would Song Yuxi's health be ruined?

Unlike the oppressive and somber atmosphere at the Song family's place, the Ji family's place was much more lively.