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

Chapter 279 The Mad Couple 43

After learning that Wu Chufeng had ascended the throne, Wu Wanqing felt increasingly jealous and resentful.

She always looked down on Ji Xiaosong's background, believing that she was just a village girl and not worthy of being the empress.

Now that Wu Chufeng has become emperor, Wu Wanqing feels that this is a good opportunity for her to "clean house" for the Wu family.

She first secretly sent people to inquire about Ji Xiaosong's daily life, trying to find an opportunity to poison her food, especially the child in Ji Xiaosong's womb.

However, with Rongrong, a spiritual creature, protecting Ji Xiaosong, and with her own profound cultivation, Wu Wanqing's conspiracy never succeeded.

After several failures, Wu Wanqing changed her strategy.

She decided to target Wu Chufeng, finding a way to send him women in order to steal Ji Xiaosong's favor.

She believed that once Wu Chufeng's feelings for Ji Xiaosong faded, Ji Xiaosong's position would naturally be shaken.

Ji Xiaosong watched Wu Wanqing frolicking around, while Wu Chufeng was busy with the establishment of the new dynasty every day and didn't even have time to eat with her. When Wu Wanqing held another lavish flower-viewing banquet, Ji Xiaosong, heavily pregnant, attended.

As the rightful empress and Wu Chufeng's first wife, her arrival aroused the curiosity of many.

Inside the suburban villa, Wu Wanqing's meticulously arranged flower-viewing banquet was already a magnificent sight.

The hundred-foot-long Xiangfei Bamboo Corridor is adorned with glazed palace lanterns, and on the golden nanmu wood table are fruits and melons from the Western Regions. Twelve musicians play the "Rainbow Feather Dress Dance" under the wisteria trellis.

The invited noble ladies wore new clothes made of brocade, and the pearls and jade ornaments in their hair jingled with their deliberately light steps. Everyone knew the true purpose of this banquet.

"The Queen has arrived——"

The eunuch's high-pitched announcement startled a crabapple tree, causing the subtle fragrance that filled the garden to suddenly freeze.

Wu Wanqing's fingers tightened suddenly as she watched Ji Xiaosong walk across the Nine-Bend Bridge, supporting her waist.

The image of a hundred sons and a thousand grandsons embroidered in gold thread on her scarlet phoenix robe was so dazzling in the sunlight that it hurt the eyes. Even more glaring was her bulging belly, like an unshakeable mountain.

"Sister, this banquet is quite lively."

As Ji Xiaosong took her seat on the phoenix throne, Ji Dan, the female official in charge of the event, coldly swept her gaze across the entire room.

"I've heard that Your Highness comes from a rural background. May I ask if you are skilled in playing the zither?"

The daughter of the Minister of Revenue suddenly spoke, her slender fingers brushing across the scorched-tail zither in front of her, "This piece, 'Crane Soaring to the Sky,' is the most demanding in terms of fingering. I would like to offer my humble attempt."

As soon as the seven strings were plucked, a wisp of silver light suddenly flew out from Ji Xiaosong's sleeve.

Before anyone could see clearly, the strings began to vibrate on their own, producing a melody a hundred times more exquisite than the original score.

Birds from all over the garden came at the sound and circled above the Empress's head like auspicious seven-colored clouds.

"I am indeed not good at playing the zither."

Ji Xiaosong chuckled, stroking her belly. "However, all things have a spirit, and they are willing to resonate with me."

Wu Wanqing's face turned pale. Just as she was about to signal the prepared dancers to come on stage, Ji Xiaosong suddenly picked up the rose dew in front of her.

The glass cup was twirled three times on the fingertip, and the crimson liquid inside suddenly boiled. A few grains of cinnabar appeared in the rising steam, which was the soul-separating powder that Wu Wanqing had ordered to be administered last night.

"Sister, do you know that there is a kind of red-tailed scorpion in the Western Regions that loves to hide its venom in flower nectar?"

Ji Xiaosong conjured the venom into a bead of blood and held it on her fingertip. Suddenly, all the guards with swords in the garden turned to Wu Wanqing's direction. "Just like some people, they always like to hide knives in a pile of brocade."

The noble ladies retreated in panic, and Wu Wanqing trembled with fear.

"I am only a few months pregnant and cannot stand the smell of blood."

As Ji Xiaosong stood up, the koi carp under the Nine-Bend Bridge suddenly leaped out of the water and transformed into golden-red streaks of light in mid-air. "But since you like to admire flowers, then you can stay here and watch. After all, a princess should act like a princess. She can't just imitate others every day and make people laugh."

That night, Wu Wanqing knelt on the cold gold bricks of Weiyang Palace.

Her carefully applied nail polish was now faded and worn, and Ji Xiaosong's last words echoed in her ears: "Sister, do you know that I can both travel from a remote mountain village to the Wu family to demand an explanation and secure my position as Empress? Next time, add something to my pregnancy-preserving medicine..."

Suddenly, a branch from the mimosa tree outside the window stretched out and gently wrapped around her throat.

"Don't blame me for turning ruthless!"

Three days later, Wu Wanqing "voluntarily" asked the new emperor for permission to go to her ancestral home to pray for the Wu family.

Wu Chufeng sat in the imperial study, holding a memorial in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed.

The memorial contained Wu Wanqing's "voluntary" request to go to her ancestral home to pray for the Wu family's well-being.

He put down the memorial, looked up at the chief eunuch Li Fu standing to the side, and asked in a calm tone, "Has the eldest princess shown any unusual behavior these past few days?"

Li Fu bowed and replied, "Your Majesty, the eldest princess seemed to have been somewhat frightened at the flower-viewing banquet a few days ago, and has remained secluded since returning to the palace. This morning, she submitted this memorial, saying that she wanted to pray for the Wu family's well-being."

Upon hearing this, a look of understanding flashed in Wu Chufeng's eyes.

He put down the memorial, got up and walked to the window, gazing at the distant palace walls, a slight smile playing on his lips: "A flower-viewing banquet? I've heard about it; the Empress went too."

Li Fu nodded and said, "That's right. Her Majesty the Empress was also present that day, and I heard that she even spoke a few words with the eldest princess."

Wu Chufeng chuckled lightly, his tone tinged with amusement: "My elder sister has always been proud and arrogant, but now she's learned to 'voluntarily' request imperial decrees. It seems the Empress has taught her a lesson."

Li Fu dared not say more, but simply bowed his head and replied, "Your Majesty is wise."

Wu Chufeng turned around, his gaze deep: "How has the Empress been these past few days?"

Li Fu replied, "Her Majesty the Empress is well, but her morning sickness has been quite severe recently, and the imperial physician says she needs to take better care of herself."

Wu Chufeng nodded, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes: "Pass on my decree, instructing the Imperial Hospital to pay more attention. Also, there's no need to mention the flower viewing banquet again."

Li Fu bowed in agreement and then withdrew.

That evening, after finishing his official business, Wu Chufeng went to Weiyang Palace.

Ji Xiaosong was leaning against the soft couch, holding a book in her hands. When she saw him come in, she put down the book and smiled slightly: "What brings Your Majesty here today?"

Wu Chufeng sat down beside her, gently stroking her protruding belly, and said in a tender tone, "I heard that you have been suffering from severe morning sickness recently, so I came to see you."

Ji Xiaosong smiled and said in a relaxed tone, "It's alright. The imperial physician said this is a normal phenomenon and it will be fine after a few days of recuperation."

Wu Chufeng looked at her, his eyes filled with inquiry: "I heard that at the flower viewing banquet a few days ago, you and your sister had some...unpleasantness?"

Ji Xiaosong remained calm and said indifferently, "It's just a small matter. My sister has a quick temper and said a few harsh words, so I advised her a few times."

Wu Chufeng chuckled, his tone tinged with a hint of teasing: "My elder sister has always been proud and arrogant. It's not something that can be done with just a few words of persuasion to get her to 'voluntarily' request to go to our ancestral home to pray for blessings."

Ji Xiaosong looked up at him, a hint of cunning in her eyes: "Is Your Majesty blaming me for meddling?"

Wu Chufeng shook his head, reached out and took her hand, his tone gentle: "How could I blame you? My sister has indeed been too domineering these past years. If you can make her restrain herself, I will be relieved."

Ji Xiaosong smiled slightly, her tone carrying a hint of deeper meaning: "Your Majesty, rest assured, I know what I'm doing. As long as my sister doesn't cause any more trouble, I won't make things difficult for her."

Wu Chufeng nodded, his eyes full of trust: "I trust you."

A few days later, Wu Wanqing set off for her ancestral home.

Before leaving, she stood at the palace gate, looked back at the majestic palace, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

She knew that once she left, she would probably never be able to return to the center of power.

Meanwhile, inside the Weiyang Palace, Ji Xiaosong was leaning against a soft couch, playing with a jade hairpin in her hand.

The fluffy thing landed on her lap.

"Ah Song, aren't you afraid that Wu Chufeng will find out what you did to Wu Wanqing?" Rongrong asked.

Ji Xiaosong chuckled lightly, her tone indifferent: "So what if he knows? He knows better than anyone what Wu Wanqing has done over the years. I'm just cleaning house for him."

Rongrong wagged its tail, its tone slightly teasing: "You're quite confident."

Ji Xiaosong gently stroked her belly, a hint of tenderness flashing in her eyes: "He's not the kind of person who would be blinded by family ties. Besides, what he cares about most right now is me and the baby."

Wu Chufeng stood by the window of the imperial study, gazing at the distant palace walls, his mind filled with countless thoughts.

He knew that Ji Xiaosong's approach to Wu Wanqing, though forceful, was the most effective.

Wu Wanqing has done a lot of outrageous things over the years, relying on Wu Daniu's status. It's a good thing that she can be made to behave herself now.

"Your Majesty, the eldest princess has already set off," Li Fu's voice sounded from behind.

Wu Chufeng nodded and said calmly, "Understood. Convey my decree to send someone to keep a close eye on her and prevent her from causing any more trouble."

Li Fu bowed in agreement and then withdrew.

Wu Chufeng turned around and walked back to his desk, picked up a memorial, and a determined look flashed in his eyes.

He knew he had a heavy burden on his shoulders, but with Ji Xiaosong by his side, he believed everything would be alright.

"Little Song, I will not let you down," he murmured to himself, then picked up his pen and wrote annotations on the memorial.

The next day, Ji Xiaohua arrived at Ji Xiaosong's Weiyang Palace.

"Sister, the village chief from our hometown sent me a letter, asking about the handling of our house and farmland."