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

Everything was proceeding as Ji Xiaosong had worked hard to achieve, and by the time she was about to give birth, the second batch of wheat had already been harvested nationwide.

That night, the Beichen Palace was brightly lit.

Ji Xiaosong was leaning on the soft couch reviewing the memorial regarding the selection of a site for a medical clinic when she suddenly felt a tightening in her abdomen.

She paused, holding the vermilion brush in her hand, and gently pressed her hand against her stomach.

This is the third time tonight.

"Your Majesty?" The personal maid, Qingliu, keenly sensed something amiss.

"Go and fetch a midwife." Ji Xiaosong put down the memorial, her voice calmer than that of a woman about to give birth. "And... don't disturb the King."

Just as Qingliu was about to turn around, the palace door was suddenly pushed open.

The Emperor strode in, wearing an outer robe and with his hair loose, clearly having rushed from his bed.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong...?"

"Do you think I'm deaf?" Emperor Si squatted down in front of the bed and held her slightly trembling hand. "The entire palace's secret guards are watching Fengyi Palace. The moment you frown, the news reaches my ears."

Ji Xiaosong wanted to laugh, but a more intense contraction forced her to groan.

Emperor Si's hand tightened instantly: "Summon the imperial physician! All midwives must enter the palace immediately!"

The news spread like wildfire beyond the palace walls.

The old owner of the pharmacy in the south of the city was dozing off when he was suddenly awakened by a rapid knocking on the door.

Upon opening the door, they were greeted by palace guards.

"The Queen is about to give birth and needs top-quality ginseng slices!"

Without a word, the old shopkeeper turned around and took out a sandalwood box from the deepest part of the counter: "This is a century-old ginseng that I've treasured. I originally intended it for my grandson's wedding..."

He tremblingly handed it to the guard, saying, "For the Queen! The clinic she built saved my whole family's lives!"

The same scene was playing out in various parts of the capital:

The proprietress of the silk shop pulled out the softest cotton fabric;

The distillery worked overnight to distill and sterilize the spirits used for disinfection.

Even beggars on the street corners spontaneously gathered outside the palace walls, clasping their rough hands together in prayer.

Inside the Phoenix Palace, candlelight blazed brightly.

Ji Xiaosong bit down on the cork, her forehead soaked with sweat.

The midwife kept wiping the sweat from her forehead: "Your Highness, don't hold it in, it will feel better if you shout it out."

She shook her head and suddenly asked, "What time is it?"

"Just past midnight."

"Go...go open the window a little."

The midwife exclaimed in alarm, "This is absolutely forbidden! Exposure to drafts during postpartum confinement will cause illness!"

"Open it." Ji Xiaosong smiled weakly. "I want to hear... the voices of the people."

The window was slightly opened, and the night breeze carried the faint sound of chanting.

Outside the palace walls, tens of thousands of people had gathered without anyone noticing.

Holding oil lamps, some knelt and chanted scriptures, some wept silently, and many others simply stood there stubbornly, as if in doing so they could pass on their life force to the queen inside.

The Emperor stood under the corridor outside the palace, his knuckles white from gripping the glass so tightly.

Chu Ke rushed over, carrying a coarse cloth bundle in his hands: "Your Majesty, this was sent by the people."

The bundle was unfolded, revealing all sorts of amulets.

Some were made of red string, some were obtained from temples, and some were even "auspicious pictures" drawn crookedly by children.

"Old Liu from the West Gate said that when his granddaughter had smallpox, the Queen herself cured her..."

Chu Ke's voice choked, "These talismans were obtained by his whole family overnight from ten temples."

Emperor Si grabbed a handful of talismans and stuck them to his chest. Suddenly, he turned around and roared at the tightly closed palace doors, "Ji Xiaosong! Did you hear that? The entire city is waiting for you!"

In the darkest hour before dawn, a loud baby's cry pierced the sky.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty! It's a little prince!" came the midwife's joyful, tearful voice. "Mother and child are safe!"

When Si Di rushed into the delivery room, Ji Xiaosong was leaning weakly against the pillow, holding a wrinkled little baby in her arms.

Surprisingly, the baby didn't cry or fuss, but instead opened its bright eyes and curiously observed the world.

“Like you,” she whispered.

Emperor Si knelt on one knee before the bed, carefully touching the baby's face. Suddenly, he noticed a faint golden line on the child's right palm, exactly the same as the mark on Ji Xiaosong's wrist.

"This is......"

"It's just a birthmark." Ji Xiaosong quickly wrapped the child's hand in swaddling clothes and changed the subject, "Your Majesty should announce the good news to the people."

As the palace gates slowly opened, the rising sun was just rising above the horizon.

Si Di appeared on the steps, holding the swaddled baby, the sunset glow gilding the father and son.

The crowd erupted in cheers, which shook the palace walls.

"A prince has been born, may Heaven bless Beichen!" Chu Ke announced loudly. "His Majesty decrees: a one-year tax exemption! A general amnesty!"

Even more surprisingly, Emperor Si suddenly took off the jade pendant from his waist and tied it to the baby's swaddling clothes in front of everyone: "This child is named Si Ji."

Ji is the god of the five grains.

The moment the name spread, farmers working in the fields knelt down and kowtowed towards the capital.

They knew that the prince carried the queen's deepest blessings for this land.

Ji Xiaosong, who was in confinement after childbirth, could not find peace.

Every day, people bring gifts:

Fresh crucian carp, freshly picked dates, and hand-sewn tiger-head shoes.

The most special item was a bag of wheat grains, the first harvest from the royal estate, each grain plump and pearly.

“They said…” Qingliu explained with red eyes, “When the prince grows up, they will use these wheat seeds to teach him about the five grains.”

Ji Xiaosong leaned against the window, watching Si Di awkwardly holding his child in the sun in the courtyard.

A gentle breeze brushed her pale cheeks, carrying the laughter of children playing in the distance.

She knew she only had ten years left to live.

But at this moment, looking at the healthy child in her husband's arms and listening to the laughter of the people outside the palace walls, she felt...

Worth it.

*

Time flies, and three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The spring sun shines on the wheat fields of the royal manor. Si Ji, who has been made crown prince, squats on the edge of the field, carefully touching a wheat seedling with his small hands.

"Mommy, why is it green?"

Ji Xiaosong, with her sleeves rolled up and her skirt covered in mud, smiled and squatted down upon hearing this: "Because it wants to grow up as healthy as Ji'er."

Not far away, several farm children peeked out curiously.

Si Ji's eyes lit up, and he grabbed a handful of candies and ran over: "Here you go!"

The children were hesitant to accept the gifts at first, but they timidly took them after the old farmer, Wang, nodded with a smile.

Soon, the sound of children playing and laughing could be heard from the ridge of the field.

"Brother~"

A childish voice called out.

Si Ji turned around and saw two toddlers being led by their wet nurse, wobbling towards him.

"Second brother! Third brother!" Si Ji's eyes lit up and he immediately ran over.

These are the twins Sihe and Simiao, born to Ji Xiaosong when Siji was two years old.

Sihe was quiet by nature and often stared blankly at the ants on the ground.

Si Miao, however, was lively and active, and wanted to grab everything she saw.

"Brother!" Si Miao stretched out her little hand, still clutching a few grains of wheat in her palm. "Plant them!"

Si Ji patiently squatted down: "Miaomiao, this is wheat. You need to place it gently in the soil like this..."

Sihe squatted to the side, imitating his older brother, and poked a small hole in the soft soil with his chubby fingers.

Ji Xiaosong looked at the three children with tenderness in her eyes.

Si Di stood under the sycamore tree in the distance, watching his wife and sons blend into the golden waves of wheat, and a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.

Chu Ke whispered, "Your Majesty, the Ministry of Rites has submitted another memorial, saying that the prince should begin his formal education..."

"No rush." ​​Si Di's gaze softened. "Let him get to know this land first."