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

Chapter 417 The Little Doctor Girl Knows How to Pamper and Flirt (Part 12)

"Considering your concern for the common people, I will not pursue this matter this time." The voice of Heaven gradually faded into the distance. "But remember, if you again abuse your divine power to interfere with the cause and effect of the mortal realm..."

A bolt of lightning struck the ancient tree beside Ji Xiaosong, instantly turning the trunk, which took three people to encircle, into dust.

The warning is self-evident.

Ji Xiaosong let out a long sigh and bowed respectfully to the sky: "Thank you, Heaven, for your forgiveness."

Only after the last wisp of thundercloud dissipated did she realize that her back was soaked with cold sweat.

Uncle Li and the villagers remained in the same position, their expressions frozen.

The moment the Heavenly Dao descended, time stood still for them.

“…Miss?” Uncle Li suddenly snapped out of his daze, looking around in confusion. “Was that thunder just now?”

Ji Xiaosong forced a smile: "The weather is about to change, everyone hurry home."

She looked down at her palm, where there was a pale golden lightning pattern, the mark of the Heavenly Dao.

It was both a warning to her and tacit approval that she had completed the drought-resistant barrier.

"Miss Ji! The horses are ready!" a guard shouted from the edge of the field.

Ji Xiaosong took one last look at the thriving wheat field, then turned and walked toward the stables.

As she mounted her horse, a sharp pain shot through her shoulder wound, but compared to the soul-shaking impact brought by the pressure of the Heavenly Dao, this pain was insignificant.

"Lead the way," she said to her personal guard. "We'll take a shortcut and make sure we catch up with the general before he enters the city."

The horse's hooves kicked up dust, and Ji Xiaosong glanced back at the military camp.

The commander's flag in front of the main tent fluttered in the wind, as if seeing her off.

"Wait for me, Emperor Si," she murmured to herself. "This time, it's my turn to protect you."

*

On the official road, Ji Xiaosong, who was galloping at full speed, suddenly reined in his horse and looked around warily.

The guards stopped, puzzled: "Young lady?"

"There's an ambush," she whispered, her eyes fixed on the bushes beside the road.

Sure enough, the next second, dozens of arrows came flying through the air!

Ji Xiaosong waved his sleeve and created an invisible barrier, causing the arrows to fall three feet away from them.

"How is this possible?!" the ambushers exclaimed.

Ji Xiaosong sneered.

The Heavenly Dao only said that she was not allowed to use her immortal power to interfere with mortal karma, but it did not say that she was not allowed to defend herself.

As expected, Heaven did not intervene this time.

"Charge out!" She drew the short sword given to her by Si Di and charged into the enemy ranks.

Amidst the flashing swords, the wound on her shoulder reopened, and blood stained half of her clothes.

But Ji Xiaosong seemed oblivious, each strike precise and ruthless.

All those years of experience in the small world have not been in vain.

"Leave them alive!" She kicked the last assassin to the ground, pressing the tip of her knife against his throat. "Speak! Who sent you?"

The assassin grinned maliciously: "The Prime Minister anticipated your pursuit and deliberately set up an ambush here... Uh!"

Suddenly his eyes widened, and black blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He had bitten open the poison sac in his mouth!

Ji Xiaosong's face was gloomy.

Liu Xiang even calculated the exact time she left the camp, which means there is a traitor within the military camp!

"Young lady, what do we do now?" the guard asked anxiously. "The general is probably already..."

"Keep chasing." Ji Xiaosong mounted his horse, his eyes more determined than ever before. "The Emperor won't fall for our trap so easily."

*

Dusk comes exceptionally early in the capital.

The setting sun dyed the majestic city walls blood red, while the surface of the moat shimmered with golden light.

Si Di reined in his horse and stood outside the city gate, squinting at the two gilded characters "Yongchang" above the gate, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.

"General, something's not right." Zhao Yan lowered his voice. "There are half as many guards at the city gate as usual."

Si Di calmly surveyed his surroundings.

The city gates were wide open, but few people went in or out;

The guards who were supposed to be on duty were nowhere to be found;

Even the drawbridge over the moat seemed unusually quiet.

"Prime Minister Liu is too lazy to even bother with a cover-up." He lightly stroked the sword at his waist, his voice as cold as ice. "Pass down the order to proceed with the second plan."

Zhao Yan accepted the order and left.

A moment later, the twenty iron cavalrymen split into four groups and quietly entered the city through different gates.

This was a strategy they had agreed upon beforehand, to prevent anyone from closing the city gates and trapping them like turtles in a jar.

Inside the Prime Minister's residence, Prime Minister Liu was having a private conversation with several trusted confidants.

This powerful minister, over fifty years old, wore a purple-gold official robe and had a refined appearance, except for his narrow eyes which revealed a sinister intent.

"Your Excellency, our scouts report that the Emperor has entered the city," an advisor whispered. "However... he only brought five personal guards to the palace to meet the Emperor; the whereabouts of the rest of his troops are unknown."

Liu Xiang toyed with the jade thumb ring in his hand and chuckled, "As expected of the Emperor, knowing there are tigers in the mountains, he still chooses to go there."

He looked up at the darkening sky outside the window and ordered the Imperial Guards to proceed according to plan.

"Those...those few guards?"

“Let’s deal with it together,” Liu Xiang said casually. “Remember, do it cleanly, like you did with the old general last time…”

Before he could finish speaking, a soft "click" sound came from outside the window.

"Who?!" Liu Xiang suddenly stood up.

A black cat leaped down from the eaves and darted quickly into the flower bushes.

The aide breathed a sigh of relief: "Your Excellency is overthinking it."

Liu Xiang stared at the direction where the black cat disappeared, his brows furrowed: "Go and investigate when the manor started keeping a cat?"

Outside the Zhengyang Gate of the Imperial Palace, the Emperor dismounted and handed his sword to the guards at the gate.

This is the rule for audience.

When the guard took the sword, his fingers trembled almost imperceptibly.

"General, please." The guard bowed and led the way, his voice slightly tense. "His Majesty has been waiting in the Zichen Palace for quite some time."

Emperor Si's eyes flickered slightly as he followed the guards through the many palace gates.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast his shadow long, like a drawn sword.

"Zhao Yan," he suddenly called out in a low voice.

"The end will be here."

"Do you remember the war in the North three years ago?"

Zhao Yan was taken aback: "General, are you referring to... the battle where we broke through the enemy lines on that snowy night?"

Si Di smiled slightly: "The moonlight tonight is very similar to that night."

Zhao Yan instantly understood and quietly pressed his finger against the hidden weapon pouch at his waist.

Inside the Zichen Palace, the young emperor sat on the dragon throne, his face pale and his eyes showing obvious dark circles.

Upon seeing the Emperor enter, he forced a smile: "Rise, my dear minister."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Emperor Si knelt on one knee, his gaze sweeping over every corner of the hall.

Behind the curtain and among the beams and pillars, at least thirty axemen were lying in ambush.

"How is the war at the border?" the emperor asked, his voice hoarse.

The Emperor gave a concise report on the military situation, but he keenly noticed that the Emperor frequently looked towards the screen on the right, where a figure could be vaguely seen.

"You've worked hard, my dear minister." The emperor interrupted his report, then suddenly said, "I heard... you took in a female physician at the border?"

Emperor Si's gaze turned cold: "Your Majesty is so busy with state affairs, yet you concern yourself with such a trivial matter?"

"How dare you!" A figure emerged from behind the screen; it was none other than Prime Minister Liu. "Emperor Si, how dare you disrespect His Majesty!"

Emperor Si sneered: "Prime Minister Liu is not handling government affairs in the Secretariat, but hiding behind the screen to eavesdrop. He is quite 'respectful'."

"You!" Prime Minister Liu's face flushed red as he turned to the emperor. "Your Majesty, the Emperor Si has amassed power through his military force and has shown no respect for the emperor. His crime deserves death!"

The emperor hesitated, rubbing his fingers together. "My dear minister... do you have something to say?"

The Emperor slowly rose to his feet, a simple action that caused all the guards in the hall to draw their swords.

"Your Majesty," he said calmly, "I have only one question. The assassin who tried to kill me three days ago claimed to be acting on the orders of Chancellor Liu. Is Your Majesty aware of this?"

The emperor's face changed drastically: "Nonsense! How could Prime Minister Liu..."

"The Emperor is spouting nonsense!" Prime Minister Liu roared. "Guards! Seize this traitor!"

Dozens of imperial guards rushed out from behind the curtain and surrounded the Emperor.