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

Chapter 360 Princess Chang's Rebellion 21

From the very beginning, Ji Xiaosong never intended to choose someone with high position and power.

At her age, all she wants is a younger brother who knows how to coax her.

Su Yan also realized that, given his position, it was essential for him to understand his superior's mind.

Ji Xiaosong enjoyed Ashina Yun's various ways of pleasing her every day, and in less than two months, she became pregnant.

The person most excited when this news came out was Ashina Yun.

His most important thing every day is to stay by Ji Xiaosong's side and coax her every day.

As dawn broke, Ashina Yun had already woken up.

He lay on his side on the couch, his silver hair loosely spread on the pillow, his azure eyes fixed on the still-sleeping Ji Xiaosong.

The ruler has been sleeping a lot lately, and he wakes up earlier than her every day just to see her a little longer.

He gently brushed aside the stray hairs on her forehead with his fingertips, leaned closer, and placed a feather-like kiss on her brow.

“Governor…” he called her softly, his voice still slightly hoarse from the morning, “It’s time for breakfast.”

Ji Xiaosong frowned, without opening her eyes: "Sleep for another quarter of an hour."

Ashina Yun chuckled, wrapped his arm around her waist, and gently placed his palm on her still flat stomach: "No, the baby will be hungry."

His palms were warm, and his fingertips gently caressed the area, with a hint of coquetry in them.

Ji Xiaosong finally opened her eyes and glanced at him lazily: "You seem to care more than I do."

“Of course.” He smiled brightly, then lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips again. “This is my child with the ruler.”

Before she could react, he had already gotten off the bed and ran barefoot to the outer room to get breakfast.

Ji Xiaosong propped herself up, watching his busy figure, and smiled slightly.

This little fox is getting better and better at manipulating her.

*

In the afternoon, Ji Xiaosong was reviewing memorials in her study when Ashina Yun sat on a soft cushion at her feet, holding a plate of peeled grapes from the Western Regions.

“To govern, open your mouth.” He picked up a pearl and held it to her lips.

Ji Xiaosong didn't even look up. She took a grape from his hand, her fingertips inadvertently brushing against his knuckles.

Ashina Yun's eyes darkened, and he suddenly leaned forward, resting his chin on her knee, looking up at her: "You've been reading memorials for an hour now..."

"Ah."

"Take a break." He nuzzled her leg, his blue eyes glistening with tears. "The child said he wants to hear me play the piano."

Ji Xiaosong finally put down the vermilion brush and raised an eyebrow: "Did the child say that?"

"Yes!" He nodded emphatically, his face serious. "I heard it when I was lying on your stomach!"

Ji Xiaosong scoffed and reached out to pinch his cheek: "Nonsense."

Ashina Yun seized the opportunity to grab her wrist, pressed her hand against his face, and gently rubbed it: "Does the ruler want to hear it?"

His skin was warm, and his eyelashes brushed against her palm, making it tickle.

Ji Xiaosong narrowed his eyes, then suddenly grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him closer: "This ruler wants to do something else now."

Ashina Yun blinked, looking completely innocent: "Your Excellency, the imperial physician said that the first three months of pregnancy are not advisable..."

"Shut up."

He chuckled softly and obediently leaned in to kiss her.

*

After nightfall, Ashina Yun became even more clingy than usual.

As soon as Ji Xiaosong lay down, he pressed himself against her from behind, his arms encircling her waist, his palms carefully protecting her stomach.

"Ruling..." he whispered, his breath warm against the back of her neck, "Do you prefer a boy or a girl?"

"It's all right."

“Then I like girls,” he chuckled, “preferably girls who look like you.”

Ji Xiaosong didn't speak, but continued on his own: "If it's a boy, I'll teach him to ride horses and shoot arrows; if it's a girl, I'll teach her to dance and play the zither..."

His voice grew softer and softer until it became a muffled murmur, as if he were about to fall asleep.

Ji Xiaosong glanced at his profile, which looked exceptionally gentle in the dim candlelight, and suddenly reached out to ruffle his silver hair.

Ashina Yun mumbled a soft "hmm" in his sleep and instinctively snuggled closer to her, like a large, affectionate dog.

Ji Xiaosong chuckled softly, her fingertips gently tracing his eyebrows and eyes.

This little fox is very well-behaved when it's asleep.

*

The following day at court, the officials clearly sensed that the ruler was in a good mood.

Even when Tie Zhenshan accidentally knocked over a teacup while presenting his memorial, she simply said, "It's alright."

After the court session ended, Su Yan waved his folding fan and said meaningfully, "Your Excellency looks quite well lately."

Ji Xiaosong glanced at him: "Speak your mind."

"I'm just curious..." Su Yan chuckled, "What method did Young Master Ashina use to make the ruler so indulgent?"

Ji Xiaosong smiled slightly: "He knows how to coax people."

Su Yan raised an eyebrow: "That's all?"

"Otherwise what?" she retorted. "At my age, should I still be acting like a young girl, talking about love and romance?"

Su Yan smiled but remained silent.

He may say such things, but the hands that have held a sword for so many years now unconsciously touch his lower abdomen.

How can this be considered unmoved?

It's obviously...

Sweet as sweet.

The good things that are repeated every day are different every day.

During the second trimester, the routine changed again from morning to night.

The morning sunlight filtered through the gauze curtains into the bedchamber, and Ashina Yun had already quietly gotten up.

He wore a loose silk robe, his silver hair was casually tied back with a ribbon, and he walked barefoot on the soft carpet like a lazy cat.

"It's time for you to get up, Your Excellency." He leaned down and whispered in Ji Xiaosong's ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, his slender fingers gently brushing aside her stray hairs. "Today, a caravan from the Western Regions delivered some fresh melons, and I had them chilled."

Ji Xiaosong lazily opened her eyes and saw Ashina Yun already kneeling by the bed, holding a warm handkerchief in her hands.

Seeing that she was awake, he immediately broke into a bright smile, his azure eyes brimming with the morning light: "Good morning, President."

He gently wiped her face, his fingertips intentionally or unintentionally tracing her jawline with a touch of ingratiating intimacy.

The handkerchief was soaked in rose syrup and had a faint fragrance.

"What tricks are you up to now?" Ji Xiaosong let him serve her, her tone tinged with indulgence.

Ashina Yun smiled broadly, saying, "Yesterday, the imperial physician told me that the ruler has been having a poor appetite lately, so he specially sent this over on horseback from the Western Regions."

As he spoke, he picked up a garment that had been prepared on the side, saying, "This material is made of snow mountain ice silkworm silk, which is the coolest to wear in summer."

Ji Xiaosong raised an eyebrow as she watched him bustling around, then suddenly reached out and hooked his chin: "Why are you being so attentive? What reward do you want?"

Ashina Yun leaned closer, his nose almost touching hers: "The ruler is asking a question he already knows the answer to..."

The last syllable was drawn out, carrying a hint of coquetry.

His eyelashes fluttered slightly, casting a small shadow under his eyes, and his lips pouted slightly, like a child begging for candy.

Ji Xiaosong chuckled softly, about to speak, when she suddenly felt nauseous.

Ashina Yun's expression immediately changed, and she hurriedly brought over the plum soup that had been prepared in advance: "Drink some quickly to calm down."

He supported her back with one hand and held a jade cup in the other, his brows furrowed, looking just like a worried old man.

Once she had recovered, Ashina Yun was already kneeling on the footstool, placing her feet on his knees and gently massaging them: "The imperial physician said that massaging here can stop vomiting."

His technique was skillful, his strength just right, and he would occasionally glance up to see her reaction, just like a puppy waiting for praise.

"You do remember what the imperial physician said clearly." Ji Xiaosong leaned back on the soft pillow, her fingertips idly twirling his silver hair.

Ashina Yun proudly raised his chin: "Of course, I've read through all the medical books in the Imperial Physician's office."

Suddenly remembering something, he pulled a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve. "Oh, right, these are incense pills for preventing miscarriage. I made them according to an ancient recipe. The ruler carries them with him..."

His words came to an abrupt halt as Ji Xiaosong suddenly leaned down and kissed him.

Ashina Yun was taken aback at first, then responded enthusiastically, wrapping his arms around her waist while carefully avoiding her lower abdomen.

The kiss was tender and lingering, carrying the languor and sweetness of early morning.

After the kiss ended, Ashina Yun was slightly out of breath and her cheeks were flushed, but she still remembered to remind him, "Don't overwork yourself today, Your Excellency. I've had the kitchen prepare something..."

"Okay, you little nag." Ji Xiaosong pinched the tip of his nose, her tone filled with a doting affection that she herself didn't realize.

Ashina Yun blinked, then suddenly snuggled into her arms and rubbed against her: "Then the ruler must promise me that I will have lunch on time at noon."

He looked up, his bright blue eyes glistening with tears. "Otherwise, I'll take the food box and come to the council chamber to find you."

Ji Xiaosong was amused by him and ruffled his hair: "Whatever you want."

Upon receiving permission, Ashina Yun immediately beamed with joy and jumped up to prepare breakfast, her silver hair drawing a bright arc in the morning light.

As Ji Xiaosong watched his joyful figure disappear into the distance, she unconsciously touched her lower abdomen, a hint of tenderness flashing in her eyes.

This little fox perfectly embodies the spoiled and unreasonable behavior of a younger brother, yet somehow manages to be endearing.

I thought this kind of life would continue, since everything in Xinxia was well managed and there seemed to be nothing to worry about.

But in the late stages of her pregnancy, several uninvited guests arrived at the government office.