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

Chapter 433 The Little Doctor Girl Knows How to Pamper and Flirt (Part 28)

Emperor Si and Chu Ke reached an agreement, and in order to make a show of it, Chu Ke simply set up camp near Emperor Si's military camp.

That evening, the two discussed matters together.

The night wind howled through the border military camp.

Si Di stood in front of the sand table, his brows furrowed.

Ke stood beside him, pointing to the location of Qingzhou: "We must take the Qingzhou granary within three days, otherwise the army's food reserves will not last more than ten days."

Emperor Si was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded: "We will send out troops at dawn tomorrow."

Footsteps sounded outside the tent, and Ji Xiaosong walked in carrying two bowls of thin porridge. The steam condensed into white mist in the cold night.

Her abdomen was already noticeably protruding, yet she still moved with a light and agile gait.

"My lord, General Chu, please have some porridge first."

Chu Ke took the bowl and frowned as he looked at the rice porridge inside, so thin that you could see your reflection in it. "Brother Si, are the army's provisions already this scarce?"

The Emperor did not answer, but simply lowered his head, took a sip, and said indifferently, "The soldiers drink even thinner water."

Chu Ke's expression hardened, and he put down his bowl: "I will personally lead the team tomorrow, and we must finish this quickly."

Emperor Si nodded, but his gaze inadvertently swept over Ji Xiaosong.

With her eyelashes lowered, her fingers clenched her sleeves slightly.

In the stillness of the night, Ji Xiaosong stood alone outside the tent.

The cold wind blew her long hair, and she gently stroked her swollen belly, her eyes filled with struggle.

"If this continues, the soldiers will starve to death..."

She murmured softly, "But if we take out even more grain, will we face divine punishment..."

Ji Xiaosong closed her eyes, and the image of her being struck by lightning after setting up a barrier around the wheat field flashed through her mind.

There is an abundance of food in the space, but if we take it out again, will Heaven allow it?

if……

Should we go and test the waters?

but……

We need to choose a place with fewer people.

*

The night wind howled, and Ji Xiaosong stood alone on the highest cliff, her long hair flying wildly in the wind.

She gently stroked her swollen belly with both hands, but her gaze was fixed on the dark night sky above her.

"Heaven above..." she murmured softly, her voice almost swallowed by the wind, "If you can hear me, please give me a revelation."

She took out a small handful of wheat grains from her bosom; these were spirit seeds taken from her spatial storage.

His fingers trembled slightly as he scattered grains of wheat onto the ground beneath his feet.

"I'll only take this one to save the dying wounded soldier..."

The moment the wheat grains hit the ground, a tiny bolt of lightning suddenly ripped through the night sky, striking a nearby dead tree with a "crack," instantly charring the trunk black.

Ji Xiaosong trembled and staggered back two steps.

The baby in her womb seemed to sense the danger and kicked restlessly.

"So...it still doesn't work?" She bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes.

Suddenly, she looked up sharply: "Something's not right!"

The lightning struck a dead tree, not her!

Her heart pounded, and trembling, she took out another small bag of flour and gently placed it on the ground: "This time... only for women in labor..."

Dark clouds rolled overhead, but no thunder fell for a long time.

Ji Xiaosong's pupils contracted slightly, and she suddenly understood: "So that's how it is..."

Heaven forbids her from interfering with the human order on a large scale, but tacitly allows her to help the innocent on a small scale!

The discovery made her tremble with a mixture of fear and ecstasy.

She knelt on the ground and took out seeds from her spatial storage little by little, scattering them beside the desolate cliff.

Then, Ji Xiaosong knelt on the edge of the cliff and plunged her hands deep into the soil.

She closed her eyes, feeling the flow of immortal energy within her body. A warm, gentle power surged from her dantian, flowing along her meridians to her fingertips.

"Grow..." she murmured softly, her voice filled with determination.

A pale green aura emanated from her palm, spreading out like ripples.

Wheat seeds exposed to the divine light sprouted from the soil at a visible speed, and tender green seedlings stretched their leaves in the cold wind.

Immediately afterwards, the wheat stalks began to grow taller and sprout ears of wheat, the golden ears of wheat gleaming in the moonlight.

One acre, two acres... the wheat fields spread rapidly outwards from her center.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Ji Xiaosong's forehead, and his face grew paler and paler.

The baby in her womb seemed to sense something was wrong and began to move restlessly.

"Hold on a little longer..." she gritted her teeth and increased her output of immortal power.

Suddenly, the dark clouds overhead churned violently, and a blinding bolt of lightning ripped through the night sky.

Ji Xiaosong suddenly looked up and saw a bolt of purple lightning as thick as a bucket striking down on her head!

"not good!"

She instinctively rolled to the side, and lightning grazed the hem of her clothes before striking the center of the wheat field.

With a deafening roar, the entire wheat field was instantly reduced to scorched earth, and the heatwave sent her flying several meters away.

Ji Xiaosong fell heavily to the ground, a sharp pain shooting through her abdomen.

She struggled to her feet and discovered that a small patch of wheat had miraculously survived.

The ears of wheat, covering about half an acre, swayed gently at the edge of the scorched earth.

"Cough cough..."

She spat out a mouthful of blood, but her eyes shone with joy.

This wheat is enough to save the seriously wounded soldiers.

The sound of rapid hoofbeats came from afar, and the Emperor's anxious shouts grew closer.

Ji Xiaosong forced herself to stand up and used her last bit of immortal power to harvest and bundle the ripe wheat ears.

When thunder began to gather again in the clouds, she stumbled and hid in a nearby cave.

The cave is dry and quite large.

Without saying a word, Ji Xiaosong took out the coarse grains from his space and filled the cave.

"Xiao Song!" Si Di's voice rang out from outside the cave.

She leaned weakly against the rock wall, watching the anxious figure outside the cave, a smile playing on her lips.

The baby in her womb seemed to calm down and gave her a gentle kick in response.

When Si Di finally found her, he saw his wife, covered in dirt, sitting next to a pile of wheat sheaves, with a victorious smile on her face.

"You..." Si Di was both shocked and angry, but he was stunned when he saw the wheat beside her and the grain in the cave.

Ji Xiaosong smiled weakly: "Look, I found food..."

Before she could finish speaking, she fainted in her husband's arms.

Outside the cave, the last bolt of lightning struck the cliff, like a furious roar of the heavens.

But those golden ears of wheat and all the grain in the cave were ultimately preserved.

*

Si Di carried the unconscious Ji Xiaosong out of the cave; her face was as pale as paper in the moonlight.

His trembling fingers wiped the blood from his wife's lips, and he turned to his guards, shouting sternly, "Summon the army doctor! Quickly!"

Chu Ke rushed over upon hearing the news, and when he saw the mountain of grain piled up in the cave, his pupils suddenly contracted: "This..."

"Save people first."

Si Di's voice was terribly hoarse as he carried Ji Xiaosong and strode towards the military camp.

Chu Ke noticed that the muscles in his arms were taut, as if the person in his arms would disappear if he let go.

Inside the military tent, the army doctor, after taking her pulse, said gravely, "The lady has suffered a miscarriage scare and needs to rest for over a month. The external injury isn't serious, but..."

He hesitated, glancing at Ji Xiaosong's sleeves, which were covered in burn marks. "It looks like he was injured by lightning?"

Si Di stared at the scorch mark on his wife's cuff, his eyes dark and unfathomable: "Wherever she goes, she'll be struck by lightning."

This statement was so cryptic that the military doctor was completely baffled.

After everyone had left, Emperor Si sat alone by the couch and gently wiped the dust off Ji Xiaosong's face with a damp cloth.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled shadows on her eyelashes.

"Who are you..."

He murmured softly, his fingertips tracing the calluses on her palms, marks left from years of hard work, unrelated to any magical arts.

This was something Ji Xiaosong deliberately left behind.

Even if the original owner took good care of herself during this period, the calluses were not so easy to remove.

A light cough came from outside the tent: "Brother Si, the grain has been counted and is enough for the entire army for half a month."

Emperor Si regained his composure, rose, and left the tent.

Chu Ke handed over a piece of charred wheat: "These wheat ears are growing strangely; there shouldn't be such a harvest this season."

"There are secret methods in the North to ripen crops quickly," Si Di lied without batting an eye. "Xiao Song learned it from an ancient book left by her grandfather."

Chu Ke was skeptical, but seeing Si Di's gloomy expression, he wisely refrained from asking any further questions.

The two walked silently toward the granary, where soldiers were happily carrying grain, some even kneeling to thank God.

"We will attack Qingzhou as planned the day after tomorrow," the Emperor suddenly said. "You will lead the Southern Frontier Army to feign an attack on the East Gate, while I will lead light cavalry to flank and launch a surprise attack from behind."

Chu Ke frowned: "Madam is seriously injured and unconscious, you..."

“That’s exactly why.” Si Di interrupted him, a wolf-like ruthlessness flashing in his eyes, “I want the emperor to know the consequences of harming my wife and children.”

That night, Si Di stood alone on the cliff, gazing at the land scorched by lightning.

He bent down, picked up a piece of scorched earth, and crushed it in his palm.

There seemed to be a strange force lingering in the wind, making the hairs on his arms stand on end.

"General!" A guard rushed in, "The lady has woken up!"