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

Si Di stood by the window, gazing at the gray sky in the distance, the furrows between his brows deepening.

"Is Your Majesty worried about the grain seeds?" Chu Ke put down his teacup and asked in a low voice.

Si Di did not answer immediately, but simply reached out and pushed open the window.

The early spring wind, carrying a chill, swept in, dispersing the heavy ambergris fragrance in the imperial study.

Outside the palace walls in the distance, several ragged children were rummaging through a pile of garbage for food.

"Do you see it?" Si Di's voice was hoarse. "This is my empire."

Chu Ke followed his gaze, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly: "Didn't the Queen say she had some privately kept superior offspring..."

"A hundred bushels of seeds are but a drop in the ocean."

Emperor Si shook his head, "If we want to promote this throughout the country, we need at least 10,000 shi (a unit of dry measure) of grain."

Just then, a series of light footsteps came from outside the hall.

With a soft rustling of the beaded curtain, Ji Xiaosong, supporting her waist, slowly entered.

She had changed out of her heavy court robes and was now wearing only a plain long skirt, making her belly appear even more prominent.

"Why aren't you resting?" Si Di quickly stepped forward to help him up.

Ji Xiaosong smiled slightly and took out a small cloth bag from her sleeve: "I've come to show Your Majesty something."

The cloth bag was opened, revealing a dozen or so plump wheat seeds, which gleamed golden in the candlelight.

"This is……"

“The third batch of drought-resistant wheat improved in the North,” Ji Xiaosong said softly. “It is more drought-resistant than the previous batch, and its growing period is also ten days shorter.”

Chu Ke couldn't help but lean closer: "Your Majesty, are these seeds really that magical?"

Ji Xiaosong placed a grain of wheat in her palm: "My grandfather was an agricultural expert who devoted his life to improving grains. These seeds are part of my dowry."

The Emperor's gaze shifted slightly.

He remembered that Ji Xiaosong had indeed mentioned that her grandfather was skilled in farming, but he hadn't paid much attention to it at the time.

“Xiao Song,” he said, holding his wife’s hand, “if we use these seeds, when is the earliest we can harvest them?”

“If it were in the south, it would ripen in two months.” A hint of hesitation flashed in Ji Xiaosong’s eyes. “But… there are too few seeds.”

Si Di keenly sensed her hesitation: "You have a way?"

Ji Xiaosong took a deep breath: "My grandfather once taught me a 'tillering method'. Divide a seed into three parts, and each part can survive."

"How is this possible?!" Chu Ke blurted out.

“Ordinary seeds certainly won’t do,” Ji Xiaosong said, gently stroking the wheat seeds. “But these seeds are different. They…”

She paused, then added, "Through special breeding."

Si Di gave her a deep look but did not ask for details about the "special training".

He knew his wife had too many secrets, but now was not the time to investigate.

"How many people do you need?" he asked directly.

“At least a hundred skilled farmers,” Ji Xiaosong thought for a moment. “We also need a secluded experimental field where we can’t be disturbed.”

Si Di made a decisive decision: "Chu Ke, go and make the arrangements. Use absolutely reliable people."

"I understand."

Ji Xiaosong added, "In addition, I need some medicinal herbs."

She took a list from her pocket. "The more, the better."

Si Di glanced at it; it listed "cinnabar," "sulfur," and "saltpeter," which didn't seem like medicinal herbs, but rather...

"For alchemy?" He raised an eyebrow.

Ji Xiaosong smiled and said, "I guess so. It's my grandfather's secret recipe that can promote crop growth."

Chu Ke took the list, and although he was full of questions, he still accepted the order and left.

After he left, Si Di gently put his arm around his wife's waist and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Ji Xiaosong leaned on his shoulder and whispered, "I just hope I can help you."

Outside the window, dusk was falling.

As Si Di gazed at the last rays of dawn on the horizon, he suddenly asked, "Xiao Song, was your grandfather... really just an agricultural master?"

Ji Xiaosong stiffened slightly, then relaxed: "He's an oddball. He always says that food is more important than gold, and he's devoted his whole life to studying it."

She did not answer directly, but Si Di did not ask any further questions.

*

Three days later, at the Royal Estate.

In the center of a field enclosed by a high wall, Ji Xiaosong is instructing a hundred farmers on how to process wheat seeds.

She placed a seed in her palm and gently sliced ​​it with a silver knife.

"Watch closely, separate them along this line. Each piece must have a little bit of the germ."

The farmers stared wide-eyed at the seeds that had been divided into three portions, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Your Majesty, can...can this really live?" an old farmer asked in a trembling voice.

Ji Xiaosong smiled but did not answer. She simply buried the divided seeds in the soil and watered them with a special solution.

In just a moment, tender green shoots broke through the soil!

"Amazing!" everyone exclaimed.

On a distant watchtower, Si Di and Chu Ke silently observed all of this.

"Your Majesty," Chu Ke whispered, "the Queen's methods..."

"I know what you're trying to say," the Emperor interrupted him. "In extraordinary times, extraordinary measures must be taken."

He turned and went downstairs, his back resolute: "Pass down the order that, effective immediately, the Royal Manor shall be a forbidden area, and anyone who trespasses shall be executed."

*

A month later, golden waves rolled across the experimental field.

The fields that could originally only grow 100 bushels of seeds have now yielded 300 bushels!

Even more remarkably, these grains of wheat were much fuller than ordinary seeds.

Si Di grabbed a handful of wheat grains, letting them flow through his fingers: "Xiao Song, you saved Bei Chen."

Ji Xiaosong's face turned pale, and she swayed.

Si Di quickly helped her up: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing..." she forced a smile, "I'm just a little tired."

Si Di then noticed that there was a shallow scar on her wrist, as if it had been burned.

"This is……"

"It was an accident." Ji Xiaosong quickly pulled down her sleeve. "Your Majesty, it's time to prepare for the spring plowing ceremony."

Si Di gave her a deep look, but ultimately didn't ask any more questions.

In the distance, farmers have already begun harvesting.

Amidst the laughter, no one noticed the dark clouds quietly gathering on the horizon.

Dark clouds loomed overhead, and thunder rumbled from the depths of the clouds.

Ji Xiaosong gazed at the golden waves of wheat in the distance, her fingers unconsciously touching her protruding belly.

"They're here..." she murmured softly.

A blinding bolt of lightning struck, but instead of heading towards the ground, it struck straight at Ji Xiaosong!

Her figure was instantly swallowed by the white light, and the next moment, she was in a void of darkness.

"Ji Xiaosong".

A magnificent voice came from all directions, making her soul tremble.

In the darkness, a pair of enormous golden eyes slowly opened, coldly staring at her.

"Are you guilty?"

Ji Xiaosong suppressed his fear and respectfully knelt on the ground: "This humble immortal knows his sins."

"Using divine power to interfere with the order of the human world, prematurely ripening grains, and altering life and death..."

The voice of Heaven boomed like thunder, "According to the law, he shall be executed!"

A golden light, like a sharp sword, pierced towards Ji Xiaosong's brow!

"Please, Heaven, grant my request!" Ji Xiaosong suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with tears but she did not back down. "All my actions were to save the people from suffering!"

The golden light suddenly stopped three inches in front of her forehead.

"Nonsense!" Heaven roared. "The fate of mortals is predetermined; how dare you alter it arbitrarily?"

Ji Xiaosong took a deep breath and slowly stood up.

This movement made the baby in her womb kick restlessly.

She gently stroked her belly, her voice firm: "I dare ask Heaven, if all the people starve to death, how can this human order be maintained?"

The darkness trembled slightly.

"The fate of the Northern Chen Kingdom is now intertwined with that of the Emperor Si."

She continued, a faint light emanating from her fingertips, sketching an image in the air: the scene of the Emperor offering blood as a sacrifice to the heavens during his coronation ceremony. "The change of dynasty is recognized by Heaven. Now, all the people are his subjects. Saving them is to solidify the destiny of the nation recognized by Heaven!"

Golden eyes narrowed slightly: "Solicitation of nonsense!"

Another golden light struck down, this time hitting Ji Xiaosong directly on the back.

She groaned, knelt on one knee, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of her mouth.

“This humble fairy dares not deny it.” She wiped away the blood and stubbornly raised her head. “But I beg Heaven to bear witness. Those wheat seeds did not rely entirely on divine power. They had already undergone three generations of selection and breeding; this humble fairy merely provided some guidance…”

"A little guidance?" Heavenly Dao sneered. "Do you think I can't see it? Every single seed has been imbued with your immortal power!"

Ji Xiaosong's face turned deathly pale.

She hadn't expected that even Heaven knew this.

“Yes…” she lowered her head, “but if we don’t do this, half of the people of Beichen will not survive this spring.”

silence.

During the long silence, Ji Xiaosong could feel those golden eyes scrutinizing her soul.

Finally, the voice of Heaven rang out again, but it was less sharp: "Do you know that it was already difficult for you to transmigrate with your immortal soul and be born as a reincarnated immortal? Now you still think about fulfilling the Emperor's wish and recklessly use your magic power, which makes me dare not keep you in the mortal world. Even if there is an immortal to vouch for you, I will only give you ten more years of life at most."

Ji Xiaosong trembled, but then revealed a relieved smile: "Ten years... is enough."

"Enough of what?"

"Enough to see the child grow up, enough to assist the Emperor in consolidating his power, enough..."

She gently stroked her belly, saying, "Teach this child how to protect his people."

The oppressive aura in the darkness suddenly lessened slightly.

"Foolish child..." Heaven sighed, "So be it. Considering your sincere desire to save the people, I grant you ten years of life. But there are three prohibitions..."

A golden light transformed into a chain, wrapping around Ji Xiaosong's wrist.

"Firstly, one must not use magical powers to ripen grains again;"

A second chain wrapped around her neck.

"Secondly, one must not divulge heavenly secrets or interfere in the change of dynasties;"

The third chain gently rested on her swollen belly.

“Sanjie, this child must not cultivate immortal techniques in this life, otherwise he will surely suffer divine retribution.”

Ji Xiaosong kowtowed deeply: "This humble immortal obeys the command."

"Remember," the voice of the Heavenly Dao faded into the distance, "Ten years from now, return to your Immortal Realm, without a moment's delay!"

A flash of white light, and Ji Xiaosong suddenly opened her eyes, finding herself still standing in the same spot.

The sky had cleared, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

Only the three pale gold marks on her wrist reminded her that it wasn't a dream.

"Xiao Song?"

The Emperor's voice came from behind.

She turned around and saw him striding towards her, his brow furrowed: "Why are you standing here all alone? You look terrible..."

Ji Xiaosong subconsciously pulled down her sleeve to cover the gold marks, and forced a smile, saying, "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired."

Emperor Si reached out and touched her cheek, his hand icy cold: "Your hands are so cold, and you still say you're not feeling well? I'll send the imperial physician..."

"It's really nothing." Ji Xiaosong took his hand and placed it on her abdomen. "Look, the baby is fine too."

Beneath my palm, the fetus kicked powerfully.

Emperor Si's expression softened slightly, but he was still worried: "From today onwards, you are not allowed to worry about farming anymore. Take good care of your pregnancy."

Ji Xiaosong did not refute, but simply leaned on his shoulder and whispered, "Okay."

In the distance, farmers who had just harvested their crops had already begun loading their trucks.

The golden wheat grains shimmered in the sunlight, like countless seeds of hope.

She knew she didn't have much time.

But at least these ten years are enough for her to sow more seeds of hope for her loved ones.