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

After the guests had left, Ji Xiaosong pushed Chu Qingyun back to the main courtyard.

Chu Qingyun sat quietly in his wheelchair, his gaze fixed intently on Ji Xiaosong.

She gently raised her hand and slowly removed the phoenix crown, her long, black hair cascading down, gleaming softly in the candlelight.

Then, she gently removed her makeup, revealing skin as delicate and lustrous as mutton fat jade, more beautiful than any makeup could be.

Her eyes and brows were like the gentlest breeze in spring, lightly brushing across his heart and creating ripples.

That delicate nose was as exquisite as the most exquisite peak among the mountains;

Her lips, naturally red without any makeup, resembled delicate, dewy flower petals, making one feel an irresistible tenderness.

Looking at the person before him, Chu Qingyun felt that no words could adequately describe her beauty. In a daze, he even thought that she must be a celestial maiden who had mistakenly fallen to earth and captivated his heart and soul.

"From now on, I'll have to trouble Song'er."

"Qingyun, what are you saying? We are husband and wife, so we share both honor and disgrace. The poison in your body can be cured, and your leg injury can be healed. Why worry?"

Ji Xiaosong's words were like a thunderclap, and Chu Qingyun's originally dim eyes instantly lit up, filled with surprise and disbelief.

He instinctively gripped the wheelchair armrests, leaned forward slightly, and asked urgently, "Song'er, are you... are you telling the truth? Over the years, I have visited famous doctors all over the world, and they all say that this poison has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and there is no possibility of curing the leg injury unless we meet Master Xuanyuan. But Master Xuanyuan has been living in seclusion for many years, and we have searched the whole world but have not been able to find out where he is."

Master Xuanyuan?

Ji Xiaosong paused in her dressing. Wasn't this one of the identities she had previously disguised as her master?

The identity she fabricated back then was just to give her magic a source, but unexpectedly she became famous all over the country.

“Master Xuanyuan is my master, and I have already learned all his skills.”

Ji Xiaosong took off her outer robe, her eyes smiling.

“I didn’t expect you to be looking for my master, but you don’t need to look for him anymore. My master has ascended to heaven and is no longer in this world. You won’t be able to find him even if you want to.”

Upon hearing this, Chu Qingyun's eyes lit up with even greater joy, and his voice trembled slightly with excitement: "Song'er... I..."

Before Chu Qingyun could say anything more, Ji Xiaosong gently raised her hand, causing Chu Qingyun's entire body to lift into the air, his outer robe completely removed, leaving him only in his inner garment as he lay on the bed.

"Tonight I will treat your leg injury so that you can walk normally. After I return from gathering herbs in Qiongshan in a month, your poison will be cured."

Leg injuries are indeed easy to heal. If you break the leg, re-bind it, and then use spiritual power to heal it, he can stand up again.

However, the poison he was afflicted with had penetrated deep into his bones, and it could not be resolved with just a little spiritual power.

Ji Xiaosong needs to use the detoxification methods of this world to cure her.

"Song'er! To have you as my wife is the greatest fortune of my life, Chu Qingyun. Heaven has been so kind to me! I solemnly swear here that from this day forward, for the rest of my life, you will be my only wife. I will stay with you until the end and never betray you. If I break this vow, may I be struck down by heaven and earth and die a horrible death! No matter what the future holds, you will be my only wife, Chu Qingyun, and I will never take a concubine!"

Upon hearing this, Ji Xiaosong was slightly taken aback, then smiled broadly, her smile as bright and beautiful as a blooming flower in spring.

Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of playfulness and seriousness as she said, "You just swore an oath, and it was witnessed by heaven and earth. The gods and spirits above can hear it all, so you must not go back on your word. If you betray me, there will be no place for you in this world."

Chu Qingyun held Ji Xiaosong's hand tightly, his eyes firm and ardent. "Song'er, my mind is made up, and I will never go back on my word. This vow is my promise to you, witnessed by heaven and earth, and as clear as the sun and moon."

"In that case, I will believe you."

After saying that, Ji Xiaosong walked to the bedside and gently rolled up Chu Qingyun's trouser legs, revealing his legs, which were slightly thin due to not walking normally for a long time.

Chu Qingyun's hands trembled slightly. "Song'er, isn't she ugly?"

"It's alright. Once I heal his injuries, his body will be fully recovered, just like before," Ji Xiaosong said calmly.

Chu Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Ji Xiaosong's expression had not changed.

Ji Xiaosong stood still, quickly forming hand seals, gathering spiritual energy in her palms.

"Bear with it."

She said in a deep voice, and suddenly unleashed her spiritual power, striking directly at the old wound on Chu Qingyun's leg.

With a few "crack" sounds, the dislocated bone shattered instantly.

Chu Qingyun's face turned pale, and he broke out in a cold sweat, but he forced himself to remain silent.

Upon seeing this, Ji Xiaosong immediately channeled his spiritual power into fine threads, repositioning the broken bones piece by piece.

Immediately afterwards, she mobilized more spiritual energy to accelerate the healing of her shattered bones.

A hissing sound filled the air as the broken bones rapidly pieced themselves together and fused together.

She stared intently at the injury, her forehead covered in sweat, her hands constantly adjusting her spiritual energy.

The muscles regained firmness at a visible speed, and the atrophied tendons gradually became fuller.

After a long while, as the last trace of spiritual energy merged in, the bones were reconstructed. Ji Xiaosong let out a long sigh and slumped into the chair.

Chu Qingyun was truly ruthless. The pain of having his bones shattered and then rebuilt was unbearable for ordinary people, yet he endured it without uttering a word.

"Try standing up."

Chu Qingyun took a deep breath, gripped the edge of the bed tightly with both hands, veins bulging on his arms, and slowly got up with all his might.

His legs trembled slightly, as if he was not yet used to bearing the weight of his body again.

Although exhausted, Ji Xiaosong still managed to stand up and quickly walked to Chu Qingyun's side, reaching out to firmly support his arm.

"Take your time, don't rush," Ji Xiaosong said softly, her tone full of encouragement and concern.

Chu Qingyun gritted his teeth and took a tentative first step.

His steps were somewhat unsteady, and his whole body trembled slightly from tension and exertion.

But with Ji Xiaosong's help, he gradually regained his balance.

"I...I really am walking." Chu Qingyun's voice was filled with undisguised excitement and surprise.

"Yes, you did it!"

Chu Qingyun practiced back and forth in the new room, and after half an hour, he could walk freely, just like before.

He stopped and turned to look at Ji Xiaosong, his eyes filled with deep affection and gratitude, as well as a hint of shyness and nervousness as a new husband.

"Song'er, from this day forward, we are truly husband and wife."

Chu Qingyun stepped forward, gently took Ji Xiaosong's hand, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "I should have taken care of everything for your wedding night, but you have gone to so much trouble along the way."

Ji Xiaosong's cheeks flushed slightly as she looked up at Chu Qingyun and said softly, "Between husband and wife, there is no such thing as hardship or expense. It is my good fortune to be able to spend this night with you."

Her voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of shyness, which sounded especially moving in the quiet night.

Chu Qingyun nodded slightly and pulled Ji Xiaosong to sit down on the bedside.

He raised his hand and gently lifted a strand of Ji Xiaosong's hair, his fingers touching her cheek, causing her to tremble slightly.

"Song'er, tonight... shall we consummate our marriage?"