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

When Ji Xiaosong and Chu Qingyun returned, the Ji family members were sitting in the hall, feeling uneasy.

Ji's father paced back and forth in the hall, looking anxious, glancing at the door every now and then, each step seeming to tread on his own heart.

Ji's mother sat on the chair, clutching her handkerchief tightly and twisting it incessantly, her eyes filled with worry and fear.

The two younger brothers, perhaps having just received a severe scolding, hung their heads, looking like two cowering quails, timid and afraid to make a sound, as if the slightest movement would invite another scolding.

As soon as Ji's father saw Chu Qingyun, he went to greet him.

Seeing his composed expression, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Lord Ji, I will send someone to present betrothal gifts to Miss Ji tomorrow. The eighth day of next month will be the day of our wedding. I attach great importance to this marriage. Miss Ji will be of noble status as she marries into my household. I hope that you will also carefully prepare her dowry, so as not to make her lose face in front of others."

Upon hearing this, Ji's father hurriedly bowed, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and said with trepidation, "Your Highness, rest assured! It is a blessing for the Ji family that my daughter has won Your Highness's favor. How could I dare to be negligent in the matter of the dowry? I will do my utmost to prepare my eldest daughter's dowry perfectly."

Chu Qingyun nodded almost imperceptibly, his gaze falling gently on Ji Xiaosong like the warm spring sun.

"In that case, I will return to the palace."

Ji's father led the Ji family members to kneel down in unison, their voices loud and respectful: "Respectfully seeing off His Highness the Crown Prince."

Chu Qingyun's entourage departed in a grand procession, the dust they raised still lingering.

Ji's father's gaze was like a knife as he coldly swept over Ji Xiaosong. His lips were tightly pressed together, and he didn't say a word. With a flick of his sleeve, he hurried away and disappeared around the corner of the corridor in the blink of an eye.

The polite smile that had been on Ji's mother's face instantly turned cold, her eyes seemed to freeze, and she glanced at Ji Xiaosong with disgust. She snorted, turned and walked away quickly, ignoring Ji Xiaosong.

The servants of the Ji family all lowered their heads, as if avoiding a plague, and hurriedly bypassed Ji Xiaosong, each going about their own business, leaving Ji Xiaosong standing alone in the same spot, ignored by everyone.

"Miss, they've gone too far! I'll go grab them and beat them up!"

Zixi felt indignant and resentful at everyone's attitude.

"Heh..." Ji Xiaosong chuckled lightly, "It's just some useless emotional venting, why bother with it? We're only staying here for another half month before leaving. When we meet again, I will be the ruler, and they will be the subjects."

What's the point of indulging in momentary pleasure? If they treat you badly today, you won't be able to curry favor with them in the future.

The next day.

At the gate of the Ji residence, accompanied by a clear and loud gong sound, the betrothal procession sent by Chu Qingyun arrived in a grand procession.

Leading the procession were four yamen runners dressed in bright red brocade robes. They held up signs that read "Avoidance" and "Silence," their steps precise and powerful, displaying imperial majesty.

Following closely behind were more than two hundred burly men carrying exquisitely lacquered trunks, inlaid with glittering gems that reflected iridescent light in the sunlight, drawing admiring glances from passersby.

Afterwards, dozens of court musicians dressed in gorgeous attire played cheerful yet solemn tunes. The chimes, guqin, pipa and other instruments resounded together, and the melodious music lingered around the Ji residence.

In the center of the procession, an elderly eunuch dressed in a python robe, holding a letter of appointment wrapped in bright yellow silk, walked slowly forward with a solemn expression.

At the gate of the Ji residence, Ji's father had already led the entire family, dressed in their finest attire, to kneel respectfully in welcome.

Ji Fu pressed his forehead to the ground, his voice trembling slightly, unable to hide his excitement: "Your humble servant respectfully welcomes His Highness the Crown Prince's bestowal of betrothal gifts."

The old eunuch raised his head slightly, cleared his throat, and loudly proclaimed: "With a sincere heart, I hereby betroth Lady Ji Xiaosong to be my principal wife, to serve the ancestral temple and to be a model for the Empress..."

Every word echoed in the air, announcing this prestigious marriage.

After the reading was completed, Ji's father hurriedly kowtowed to express his gratitude: "Thank you for your great kindness, Your Highness. I will certainly live up to your expectations!"

Afterwards, the Ji family members stood up, carefully accepted the betrothal gifts, and carried them into the mansion.

Seeing the betrothal gifts displayed in the courtyard, Ji Yan was so angry that she led her men into Ji Xiaosong's Zhuifeng Courtyard.

"Ji Xiaosong, you worthless bastard! Get out here! Why does he treat you differently? Why does he give you so much betrothal gift? All of this should be mine!"

He roared and lashed out with his whip.

Chun Cui hurriedly intervened, "Miss, these are all betrothal gifts from His Highness the Crown Prince, they cannot be damaged!"

Ji Yan's eyes reddened, and she completely ignored Chun Cui. When she was extremely angry, she even lashed out at Chun Cui.

If someone she had loved for many years proposed to her in front of her, even if she herself wanted to give up the relationship, she would absolutely not tolerate that man giving his love to another woman.

Ji Yan cried all night yesterday. She knew that the servants in her household were no match for Zi Xi, who was by Ji Xiaosong's side. Today, she wore a sword at her waist and held a long whip. She refused to believe that she couldn't teach Ji Xiaosong a lesson.

The poison her mother sent was useless; she couldn't wait any longer.

Ji Yan, like a mad beast, wielded a whip and rampaged through Ji Xiaosong's courtyard, whipping the potted flowers and causing their branches and leaves to fall wherever he went.

"Ji Xiaosong! Get out here right now!" Ji Yan shouted hoarsely.

At this moment, Zixi strode out of the house, her posture upright, her gaze cold as she stared at Ji Yan, and said sternly, "Second Miss Ji, this is the eldest young lady's courtyard. How dare you run wild here! Please leave immediately, lest you bring trouble upon yourself!"

"You dog lackey, you're nothing but a lowly thing, what right do you have to talk to me!"

Ji Yan's eyes were bloodshot. He suddenly lashed out with his long whip, which struck Zi tide's face like a venomous snake.

Zixi dodged easily with a swift movement, then lightly touched the ground with her toes and quickly closed in.

Seeing that his attack had missed, Ji Yan became enraged and drew his sword from its sheath with a "whoosh," aiming it at Zi Xi with a flash of cold light.

Zixi remained calm and casually picked up a wooden stick from the side, precisely blocking Ji Yan's sword strike.

"Clang, clang, clang," the sword clashed with the wooden stick, sparks flying.

Ji Yan's swordsmanship was chaotic, relying entirely on ruthlessness, while Zi tide handled it with ease, each block perfectly timed, and she would also seize opportunities to counterattack from time to time, leaving Ji Yan flustered.

Ji Yan hit and cursed, "You wretched servant, how dare you stop me! Today I will make Ji Xiaosong pay!"

As she spoke, she launched a series of attacks without regard for anything else, her sword wielding in a dense and impenetrable manner.

Zi tide frowned slightly, her eyes sharpened, and she suddenly exerted force with the wooden stick in her hand, slamming it heavily against Ji Yan's sword.

Ji Yan felt a numbness in his hand, and his longsword almost flew out of his grasp.

"Second Miss, stop being so stubborn! If you don't stop, don't blame me for being impolite!" Zi tide's voice was deep and authoritative.

Ji Yan ignored her and, taking advantage of the moment Zi tide was speaking, suddenly lashed out with his long whip at Zi tide's legs, attempting to trip her.

Although Zixi was highly skilled in martial arts, she did not expect Ji Yan's sudden attack, which was completely unpredictable. The long whip accurately wrapped around her ankle, causing her to lose her balance and fall heavily to the ground.

Seeing this, Ji Yan's eyes flashed with a crazy joy. Taking advantage of the situation, he raised his sword and rushed towards Ji Xiaosong, who was quietly watching the battle from the side, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

"Ji Xiaosong, prepare to die!"

She roared, her sword whistling through the air as she aimed it at Ji Xiaosong's throat.

At the critical moment, Ji Xiaosong frowned slightly, calmly extending two fingers, as if time itself had slowed down.

Just as the sword tip was about to touch her skin, she snapped her two fingers together and firmly gripped the blade.

Ji Yan stared wide-eyed at the scene before him in disbelief. He tried his best to pull back the sword, but found that the blade was locked in place by iron clamps and could not move an inch.

A cold glint flashed in Ji Xiaosong's eyes, and he suddenly exerted force with two fingers. With a crisp "crack," the longsword broke in two.

The broken sword tip fell to the ground with a clang, echoing in the silent courtyard.

Ji Yan stood there, frozen, still clutching the broken sword in his hand. He was struck dumb, the madness on his face vanishing instantly, replaced by deep fear and shock.

"Are you... are you a human or a ghost?"

Her voice trembled as she staggered backward, her eyes fixed on Ji Xiaosong as if she were seeing the most terrifying monster in the world.

Ji Xiaosong lightly dusted off her sleeves, her expression calm, as if she had just casually crushed a withered leaf.

"You are no match for me, and I'm not so eager for you to die." Her voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable authority.