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

Ji Xiaosong propped herself up, the thin, coarse cloth clothing rubbing against her frostbitten skin, causing a stinging sensation.

She looked down at her rough hands. The original owner of this body was a concubine's daughter who was abandoned by her family and barely made a living by gathering herbs.

A high fever last night has caused the true soul to fall into eternal slumber.

"Hiss..." She gasped, a sharp pain shooting through her ankle.

The original owner fell off a cliff while collecting herbs yesterday, and his left leg is probably broken.

"What a nuisance," she muttered to herself, a faint wisp of immortal power gathering at her fingertips.

"Ji Xiaosong, try not to use too much immortal power in the mortal realm. Otherwise, if the Heavenly Dao finds out, it will think that your power is too great and that you are in danger of destroying the world, and then it will banish you."

The voice of the Star Lord of Destiny suddenly entered Ji Xiaosong's mind, startling her.

"Thank you, Star Lord. I understand. I will try to be more careful in the future."

Ji Xiaosong exhaled and gently patted her chest.

The God of Destiny said we shouldn't use too much divine power, so...

It should be fine if it's small, right?

Ji Xiaosong continued to gather a wisp of immortal power, a pale green light flowing in her palm. Just as she was about to cover the wound, a series of rapid hoofbeats suddenly came from outside.

"Quick, search! That girl couldn't have gone far!"

"The general has ordered that no unauthorized persons are allowed within ten miles of the border!"

Ji Xiaosong's heart tightened, and she quickly dispersed her spiritual power.

She dragged her injured leg to the window and, through the broken window frame, saw a group of armored soldiers searching in the snow.

The leader was a burly captain who was violently kicking open the doors of the thatched huts along the way.

"Damn it," she cursed under her breath.

In the original owner's memory, the border war had recently become tense, and the General of Zhenbei ordered the border to be cleared.

Refugees like her were either expelled or executed as spies.

The captain's voice grew closer: "This place hasn't been checked yet!"

Ji Xiaosong looked around; there wasn't even a place to hide in this dilapidated house.

She gritted her teeth, grabbed the medicine basket in the corner, and, enduring the excruciating pain, climbed out of the back window.

A cold wind carrying snowflakes lashed at my face, instantly soaking my thin clothes.

She ran through the snow, her steps uneven, as the pursuers behind her drew ever closer.

There it is!

"Halt!" An arrow whizzed past her ear and embedded itself in the tree trunk in front of her.

Ji Xiaosong slipped and fell into a snowdrift.

The medicine basket overturned, scattering the herbs all over the ground.

"Run, why aren't you running anymore?" The captain grinned maliciously as he approached. "Little brat, daring to sneak around in a military restricted area, you're tired of living, aren't you?"

Ji Xiaosong huddled in the snow, her face even whiter than the snow itself.

She wasn't afraid of these ordinary people, but her current physical condition simply couldn't withstand any more strain.

If one were to forcibly use immortal power, it would likely alarm the Heavenly Dao.

"Your Excellency is wise," she said, forcing herself to lift her head, her voice weak but clear.

"I'm just a herb gatherer; I have no idea about any military restricted area."

"Shut up!" The captain kicked over the medicine basket. "Take her away! Interrogate her thoroughly!" Two soldiers roughly lifted her up, and Ji Xiaosong felt dizzy from the pain.

Just then, the sound of orderly hooves came from afar.

"The general is returning to camp..."

The captain's expression changed, and he quickly released Ji Xiaosong, turned around, and lined up in formation.

All the soldiers knelt down in the snow, not daring to lift their heads.

Ji Xiaosong weakly looked up and saw a troop of black-armored cavalry approaching through the snow.

The man at the head rode a jet-black horse, wearing a dark cloak, his face hidden in the shadow of the hood, only revealing his sharp jawline.

"What's going on?" The man's voice was deep and cold, like a knife chilled to the bone.

The captain pressed his forehead to the ground: "Reporting to the general, we have captured a suspicious woman and are about to bring her back to the camp for questioning."

The person on horseback turned his head slightly, his gaze falling on Ji Xiaosong in the snow.

In that instant, Ji Xiaosong felt as if her heart was being squeezed by something.

She saw a pair of eyes peeking out from under the hood, as black as ink, yet seemingly burning with an inextinguishable flame.

"General, this girl is acting suspiciously; she might be a spy!" the captain said, adding fuel to the fire.

The Emperor slowly raised his hand, and the captain immediately fell silent.

Ji Xiaosong tilted her head back, snowflakes landing on her long eyelashes.

She was too weak, her vision was beginning to blur, but she still stubbornly stared at the man on horseback.

Si Di lowered his eyes and met her wet eyes.

In that instant, his heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason, as if he had been gently scratched by something.

The feeling was so unfamiliar that he subconsciously frowned.

"Bring back."

He gave the order in a cold voice, but as he rode away, he inexplicably took off his cloak and casually threw it into the snow.

The guards were stunned for a moment before realizing that the general had given it to the little girl.

He quickly picked up the cloak, which was still warm from his body, and roughly wrapped it around Ji Xiaosong.

"Consider yourself lucky!" Ji Xiaosong was wrapped in a cloak that still held her body heat, the scent of cold pine and rust lingering around her nose.

She thought groggily: This general is quite different from the rumors. When she woke up again, she was lying in a simple military tent.

Beneath him was a dry straw mat, and he was covered with a thick blanket.

My left leg has been fixed in place with a wooden board and is very well bandaged.

Footsteps sounded outside the tent, and an old woman with a wrinkled face came in carrying a bowl of medicine.

"Awake?" The old woman handed her the bowl of medicine. "Drink it. It was prescribed by the army doctor."

Ji Xiaosong took the bowl and keenly sensed that it contained calming herbs.

She asked calmly, "Where is this?"

"The vanguard battalion's menial staff." The old woman looked her up and down. "Little girl, you're lucky. The general never keeps idle people in the army; you're the first one."

Ji Xiaosong sipped the bitter medicine, but her thoughts drifted away.

"The general wants you to serve in the main tent after you recover from your injuries," the old woman suddenly said.

"What?" Ji Xiaosong almost choked.

"Don't be too happy yet," the old woman said, pursing her lips. "It's just menial work like serving tea and water."

But compared to other menial tasks, at least they didn't have to endure the cold.

Ji Xiaosong looked down at the reflection of the medicine in the bowl, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Getting close to the general was exactly what she wanted.

As for why she was asked to go, she'll find out the reason later.

*

Three days later, her leg injury had mostly healed, and she was brought to the main tent to report for duty.

The Emperor's military tent was simpler than he had imagined. Apart from a low table, a few chairs, and a weapon rack in the corner, there was nothing else.

The table was piled high with military reports and maps, and in the candlelight, the man's sharp features looked as if they had been carved with a knife.

"What's your name?" he asked without looking up.

“Ji Xiaosong,” she answered softly.

The Emperor paused slightly in his hand.

That's a rather unique name.

"how old are you?"

"Seventeen."

Where do you live?

“I have no home.” Her voice was calm. “My parents died early, and I was kicked out by my uncle.”

Si Di finally raised his head, his dark eyes staring directly at her: "Can you read?"

"I know some."

Do you know how to brew tea?

"meeting."

"From today onwards, you will be in charge of brewing tea."

He spoke calmly, as if discussing the weather, "Let me make this clear: anyone who dares to leak military information will be dealt with according to military law."

Ji Xiaosong curtsied and said, "This humble woman understands."

Si Di stared at her lowered eyelashes for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Why didn't you run away that day?"

Ji Xiaosong raised her head and said frankly, "My leg is injured, so I can't escape."

This answer seemed to please the general, and the corners of his mouth lifted almost imperceptibly: "He's an honest fellow. Go on, Granny Li will teach you manners."

Ji Xiaosong left the military tent and breathed a long sigh of relief.

She touched her chest. Si Di truly lived up to his reputation as the God of War; his mere aura sent chills down her spine.

As night deepened, campfires lit up one by one in the military camp.

Ji Xiaosong stood outside the cooking tent, gazing in the direction of the main tent, lost in thought.