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

Chapter 409 The Little Doctor Girl Knows How to Pamper and Flirt (Part 4)

“You’ve changed.” Si Di’s gaze remained fixed on her face, his voice low and resolute.

Ji Xiaosong's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't show it on his face. He just said in a low voice, "Why do you say that, General?"

Emperor Si put down the military report in his hand and tapped the table lightly with his slender fingers: "Yesterday, when you were being harassed, you could only swallow your anger. Today, however, you dare to fight back and even know how to use the situation to intimidate others."

Ji Xiaosong's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she feigned hesitation: "This humble woman simply...does not want to be bullied by others anymore."

“Very good,” Si Di suddenly said.

She was startled and looked up at him.

“In chaotic times, weakness will only bring disaster.” Si Di’s dark eyes were unfathomable, yet they revealed an emotion she could not understand. “It’s good that you can protect yourself.”

Ji Xiaosong felt a slight warmth in her heart.

She never expected that this cold-faced general would approve of her counterattack.

"General, don't you think... this woman is being too presumptuous?" she asked tentatively.

The Emperor's lips curled up almost imperceptibly: "Insolence?" He snorted, "If you're really insolent, you should just state my name and tell them to get lost."

Ji Xiaosong almost burst out laughing.

She never expected that this general, who was seen as cold and ruthless by outsiders, would say such a thing.

"Then... I'll try it next time?" She winked, her tone playful.

Si Di's eyes flickered slightly. He stared at her for a moment, then suddenly said, "Your tea today is quite good."

Ji Xiaosong looked down at the teacup on the table. She had specially brewed it with spiritual spring water. Although she hadn't used any immortal power, the water was clear and the tea's aroma was more lingering than usual.

"I'm glad the general likes it." She smiled, pursing her lips.

Si Di didn't say anything more, but simply picked up his teacup and took a small sip.

The tent was quiet for a moment, with only the occasional soft crackling of the charcoal fire.

Ji Xiaosong quietly raised her eyes and looked at the cold and aloof man in front of her.

His lowered eyebrows and eyes appeared particularly deep in the morning light, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he drank his tea.

"What are you looking at?" Si Di suddenly spoke, his dark eyes staring straight at her.

Ji Xiaosong's ears burned, and she quickly lowered her head: "This humble woman has been rude."

Emperor Si did not press the matter further, but simply put down his teacup and said calmly, "If anyone bullies you again in the future, you need not tolerate it."

Ji Xiaosong's heart skipped a beat, and she looked up at him.

“Remember,” Si Di’s voice was deep and firm, “since you are working under me, you do not need to bow your head to anyone.”

"I will remember this."

Silence returned to the tent, broken only by the occasional crackling of sparks from the charcoal fire.

Ji Xiaosong stood respectfully to one side with her head bowed, but her gaze subtly swept over the border defense map on the table.

Using this angle, she firmly memorized the location of the thirteen border villages.

Si Di suddenly raised his hand and rubbed his temples, a subtle movement that did not escape Ji Xiaosong's notice.

She immediately said softly, "General, is your head aching? I know a little about massage."

Si Di looked up at her, a hint of surprise flashing in his dark eyes.

After a long pause, he nodded slightly.

Ji Xiaosong went around behind him and gently placed her slender fingers on his temples.

The moment they made contact, she quietly released a wisp of her divine power, which traveled along her meridians.

This faint wisp of immortal power, like a gentle spring breeze and nourishing rain, relieved the Emperor's fatigue.

She continued to explore the entire border: the dried-up riverbed was cracked like a spider web, and the withered wheat seedlings trembled in the wind.

The ragged villagers squatted on the edge of the field, holding withered ears of wheat and sighing.

Further away, several emaciated children were digging up grass roots...

"Not bad." Si Di's deep voice interrupted her investigation.

Ji Xiaosong withdrew her divine sense, her fingertips applying just the right amount of force: "My father often suffered from headaches before his death, and I was used to serving him."

As she spoke, her gaze fell on the reports in the corner of the desk.

That was a memorial from the Ministry of Revenue regarding the drought, with the words "The local authorities shall raise funds on their own" written in large, glaring red ink.

"Is the general worried about the drought?" she asked casually.

Si Di's shoulders stiffened slightly, but he quickly recovered: "Too talkative."

This reaction confirmed her suspicions.

Ji Xiaosong pursed her lips, deciding to take the risk: "When I was young, I followed my grandfather to practice medicine and went to the northern lands. There, they grow 'sand wheat,' which is drought-resistant and disaster-resistant. Although the yield per mu is not high, it can save lives in drought years..."

Si Di suddenly turned around, his sharp gaze piercing straight at him: "You know about farming?"

"I know a little bit." She lowered her head, feigning timidity. "Grandfather said that a doctor should know the five grains in order to distinguish the properties of medicines..."

This explanation makes sense.

The emperor scrutinized her for a moment, then suddenly took out a cloth bag from under the table and pushed it in front of her: "Take a look."

Ji Xiaosong untied the cloth bag, inside were a few shriveled wheat seeds, some of which were already moldy.

She understood immediately; this was the so-called "disaster relief grain" allocated by the imperial court.

"Can he live?" Si Di asked briefly, but his voice held suppressed anger.

Ji Xiaosong gently shook her head: "The embryo is dead due to improper storage."

She hesitated for a moment before finally speaking, "If the general trusts me... perhaps there are still some seeds left over from last year in my family."

Si Di's gaze sharpened: "Where are you now?"

“It should still be in my uncle’s cellar…” she pretended to think.

"Just what?"

Ji Xiaosong looked troubled: "My uncle is greedy, I'm afraid..."

"I will send men to retrieve it," the Emperor said decisively.

"No!" she hurriedly stopped him, explaining before Si Di's expression changed, "If Uncle sees the soldiers, he'll definitely try to raise the price. How about... how about I ask for half a day off tomorrow and secretly retrieve it?"

Silence fell inside the tent.

The flames in the charcoal brazier crackled, casting flickering light and shadow on Si Di's sharply defined profile.

After a long silence, he said in a deep voice, "Granted. Have Zhao Yan send two of his personal guards to accompany you secretly."

"Thank you, General!" Ji Xiaosong bowed, a sly glint in his lowered eyes.

The next morning, Ji Xiaosong used the excuse of going home to retrieve some items and successfully left the military camp.

After confirming that she had shaken off her bodyguards' spies, she slipped into an abandoned ancestral hall.

"Finally, we can openly and honestly take out the seeds."

She gently touched the jade pendant at her waist, and her consciousness sank into the space.

Beside the spring, rows of wheat are growing well, with golden ears of wheat hanging heavily.

These are drought-resistant crops she collected in the third world; she never expected them to come in handy today.

After harvesting all of these, Ji Xiaosong returned to the military camp with her bulging bundle on her back.

As soon as they entered the gate, they heard a commotion.

"The general is back!"

"I heard that more than twenty villagers were rescued..."

"However, the general has injured his arm..."

Ji Xiaosong's heart tightened, and she quickened her pace.

Turning around the tent, she saw the Emperor giving a speech on the training ground, the white cloth wrapped around his left arm seeping out a glaring bloodstain.

"...Although the Northern Barbarians have retreated, they will surely return with renewed force. All camps should strengthen their defenses, and scouts should be deployed thirty li outwards..."

His voice was still steady and powerful, but his face was noticeably paler.

After the speech, the soldiers dispersed.

When Si Di turned around, he finally noticed Ji Xiaosong standing in the corner.

He frowned slightly and strode over: "Did you get the things?"

Ji Xiaosong nodded, but her gaze remained fixed on his injured arm: "General's injury..."

"It's alright." Si Di glanced at the bundle in her arms. "We'll be there soon."

Inside the main tent, Ji Xiaosong carefully opened the bundle.

Plump wheat grains rolled onto the table, each one round and smooth like a golden pearl.

Si Di picked up a grain and placed it in his palm, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes: "This is the sand wheat you were talking about?"

“Exactly.” Ji Xiaosong took out a few more herbs. “This is ‘Dryland Lotus,’ which can treat heat poisoning. General’s injury…”

"Let's try planting it first." The Emperor interrupted her, summoned his personal guards, and whispered a few instructions.

After everyone left, he looked at the herbs in her hand: "You really only know the basics of medicine?"

Ji Xiaosong humbly replied, "Yes. If the general trusts me..."

"Come on." Si Di actually unwrapped the bandages, revealing a bloody and mangled wound.

The area around the arrow wound had turned black, clearly indicating that it had been poisoned.

Ji Xiaosong gasped, no longer caring about pretense.

She deftly crushed the herbs, then secretly drew a drop of spiritual spring water from her spatial storage and mixed it into the medicinal mud.

"It will hurt a little," she said softly, applying the medicine to the wound.

Si Di's muscles were tense, but he remained silent.

Only after the bandaging was finished did he suddenly speak: "These seeds, are they really from your uncle's family?"

Ji Xiaosong paused in her movements: "General, you don't believe me?"

“I do not believe in coincidences.” The Emperor’s eyes were piercing. “It just so happens that you had the drought-resistant seeds during the drought; and it just so happens that you were able to cure me when I was poisoned.”

The air inside the tent suddenly seemed to freeze.

Ji Xiaosong's heart pounded like a drum. Just as she was about to defend herself, she suddenly heard hurried footsteps outside the tent.

"Report! The Northern Barbarian army is pressing in, less than fifty li from here!"

Emperor Si suddenly stood up, his pain seemingly vanishing in an instant: "Order all camps to prepare to meet the enemy!"

Looking at his tall, straight back, Ji Xiaosong suddenly made a bold decision.

She stepped forward and gently tugged at the Emperor's sleeve: "General, I have something else to tell you..."

"explain."

“Shamai…” she lowered her voice, “If you soak it in snow water overnight before sowing, it will sprout in three days.”

Si Di suddenly turned his head, his eyes flashing with a sharp light: "How did you know?"

Ji Xiaosong looked directly into his eyes: "Because my grandfather was once a rejected disciple of the Ministry of Agriculture."

This lie was told perfectly.

The Si Nong Temple, which is in charge of agricultural affairs, does indeed possess some secret methods unknown to the world.

The Emperor's expression softened slightly, and he was about to ask again when the bugle call for assembly sounded outside.

"We'll discuss this later." He fastened his sword and strode out of the tent.

Before lifting the curtain, he turned back and gave her a deep look: "Wait for my return."

Those four short words sent a shiver down Ji Xiaosong's spine.

"I'll wait for you to come back," she whispered, her voice fading into the biting north wind.