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

Chapter 362 Princess Chang's Rebellion 23

When Ashina Yun reappeared in front of the mansion with elegant steps, Song Linchuan and his daughter were still standing there waiting.

He deliberately flicked the wide sleeves of his silk gauze robe, the fabric shimmering with a pearly luster in the sunlight, dazzling the eyes.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." He smiled, but his azure eyes held a hint of mockery. "The ruler is very busy with state affairs, so he specially sent me to... entertain you all."

Song Yao stared at his bare collarbone and chest, her cheeks flushed: "Shameless!"

"Yao'er!" Song Linchuan hurriedly stopped him, then forced a smile as he turned to Ashina Yun. "Young master, when will the governor be able to see us?"

Ashina Yun casually stroked the jade pendant at his waist: "The ruler said that since it is an old friend who wants to see me, we must first... verify his identity."

He suddenly leaned closer to Song Linchuan, the scent of ambergris wafting over him. "Lord Song, you wouldn't mind answering a few questions, would you?"

Song Linchuan took a half step back, overwhelmed by the fragrance: "Please, please speak."

"The first question..." Ashina Yun held up a long, slender finger, "When you were still the Princess and in power, where did you always go on the seventh day of each month?"

Song Linchuan's expression changed drastically.

Song Yao was puzzled: "Father goes there on the seventh day of every month..."

"Yao'er, shut up!" Song Linchuan shouted sternly, cold sweat already seeping from his forehead.

Ashina Yun chuckled: "It seems that Lord Song still remembers Yunniang from the Jiaosifang."

He turned to Song Yao, "Does the young lady know that your father almost gave you up for adoption to a distant uncle because of that mistress?"

Song Yao was struck dumb: "You're talking nonsense!"

"Whether it's nonsense or not, just ask your father and you'll know."

Ashina Yun pulled a yellowed document from his sleeve and waved it in front of Song Linchuan. "A transfer document from the third year of Yongchang. Shall we read it aloud in public?"

Song Linchuan's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

Song Yao grabbed her father and supported him, her eyes blazing with anger: "Who do you think you are! How dare you discuss my family affairs?"

She pointed at Ashina Yun's nose and said, "She's nothing but a plaything who rose to power through her beauty!"

The guards in front of the mansion gasped.

Ashina Yun was not annoyed; instead, she smiled even more brightly: "I did indeed rise to power through my beauty."

He deliberately stroked his silver hair, "After all, those in power like someone like me."

Suddenly leaning close to Song Yao's ear, he lowered his voice and said, "And your father... isn't even worthy of being a plaything."

"You!" Song Yao raised her hand to hit him.

Ashina Yun easily intercepted her wrist: "Miss, please be careful not to get angry."

He applied slight pressure with his fingertips, and Song Yao immediately turned pale with pain. "I'm the kind of person who holds grudges the most. If you slap me, I'll repay you tenfold."

"enough."

A cool, clear voice came from inside the mansion.

Ji Xiaosong walked out slowly, her crimson court robes highlighting her imposing and unapproachable demeanor.

Her protruding belly was faintly visible beneath her wide robes, yet it did not diminish her imposing presence in the slightest.

Ashina Yun immediately released Song Yao, obediently retreating to Ji Xiaosong's side, not forgetting to complain: "Your Excellency, they insulted me~"

Song Linchuan's gaze was fixed on Ji Xiaosong's protruding belly, and he swayed as if struck by lightning.

His lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a sound.

Her pregnant belly was already very obvious, clearly indicating that she was nearing her due date.

Song Yao's reaction was even more intense.

"You...you actually..."

Her voice became shrill and distorted, her finger trembling as she pointed at Ji Xiaosong's stomach, "How could you..."

Suddenly, she lunged forward like a madwoman, shouting, "I am your only daughter!"

Ashina Yun swiftly stepped in front of Ji Xiaosong and grabbed Song Yao's wrist: "Insolence!"

He suddenly increased the pressure on her hand, and Song Yao screamed in pain.

"Yao'er!" Song Linchuan finally came to his senses and hurriedly tried to pull his daughter away, but was stopped by the guard's scabbard.

Ji Xiaosong gently patted Ashina Yun's shoulder, signaling him to step back.

She slowly stepped forward, looking down at Song Yao, who was slumped on the ground: "When has this ruler ever acknowledged you as his daughter?"

These words pierced Song Yao's heart like a knife.

She suddenly burst into hysterical laughter: "Just because this Western Region vixen can have your child?"

She stared maliciously at Ji Xiaosong's belly, "Who knows if it's a bastard child..."

"Snapped!"

A heavy slap landed on her face.

Ashina Yun shook his hand, his azure eyes as cold as ice: "This slap is to teach you what respect and hierarchy are."

Song Linchuan suddenly crawled forward on his knees: "Your Excellency, please forgive me! Yao'er... she just can't accept it..."

"What can't you accept?" Ji Xiaosong sneered. "Can't you accept that I, the current ruler, will marry someone else, or can't you accept... that I, the current ruler, will soon give birth to a legitimate son?"

She deliberately emphasized the words "legitimate son," and Song Linchuan's face immediately turned ashen.

At this moment, a small, thin figure suddenly emerged from the crowd and pounced on Song Yao: "Don't bully your sister!" It was a boy of about ten years old, whose eyebrows and eyes resembled Song Linchuan's by about seven points.

Ashina Yun raised an eyebrow: "Oh, so this is the concubine's son? He seems to have more backbone than his father."

The boy glared at him fiercely: "You're the mistress! My mother is..."

"Shut up!" Song Linchuan covered his son's mouth, cold sweat pouring down his face.

Ji Xiaosong's gaze lingered on the boy for a moment, then he suddenly said, "Almost ten years old? That's older than I expected."

She looked at Song Linchuan meaningfully, "It seems you've raised this child very well."

Song Linchuan trembled violently, his forehead slamming heavily against the ground: "This humble official deserves to die! But the child is innocent..."

"Innocent?" Ji Xiaosong gently stroked her pregnant belly. "Back then, for the sake of this child, you conspired with my own brother to try and make me confess to treason. Later, when I left Yingjing, you even wanted to give Song Yao away for adoption. Now..."

She glanced at Song Yao, whose face was full of resentment, and said, "It seems we've raised a tiger that will eventually turn on us."

Song Yao suddenly broke free from her brother's grasp and screamed hysterically, "I hate you all! You all deserve to die!"

She pointed frantically at Ji Xiaosong's stomach, "This bastard won't be born! I..."

"Drag him away," Ji Xiaosong coldly interrupted. "Slap him twenty times in the face and lock him in jail."

The guards immediately stepped forward and lifted Song Yao up.

The boy cried and tried to chase after him, but Song Linchuan held him tightly.

Ashina Yun considerately helped Ji Xiaosong up, saying, "Don't get angry, Your Majesty, take care of yourself."

Ji Xiaosong took a deep breath, then suddenly frowned and clutched her stomach: "Ugh..."

"To govern?!" Ashina Yun's expression changed drastically.

"It's alright." Ji Xiaosong waved her hand, but suddenly her body swayed. "It's just... a little painful..."

Ashina Yun scooped her up in his arms and shouted sternly, "Summon the imperial physician! Quickly!"

As he passed by Song Linchuan, he coldly uttered, "If there is even the slightest mistake in governing, I will have your entire family executed!"

The mansion gates slammed shut in the chaos, leaving Song Linchuan kneeling on the spot, holding his wailing son.

Looking at his trembling hands, he suddenly realized that the princess who had once loved him was now the true ruler who held the power of life and death.

The three of them, father and sons, no longer even deserve to be dust beneath her feet.