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

Chapter 408 The Little Doctor Girl Knows How to Pamper and Flirt (Part 3)

Back in his tent, Ji Xiaosong washed up and lay down.

Everyone around her was getting ready to rest, so she simply told them to finish what they were doing and then fall asleep.

These people won't wake up unless she wakes them.

As soon as you enter the space, a refreshing spiritual energy rushes towards you.

Before her lay a patch of pristine white grass, with a spiritual spring in the center, its surface shimmering with a faint turquoise light, and all sorts of things she had collected from previous worlds growing around it.

"Finally, I can properly take care of this body."

Ji Xiaosong looked down at her withered arms and sighed.

The original owner suffered from long-term malnutrition, resulting in rough, dull skin and a thin, frail physique, like a bamboo pole.

Such a body, let alone attracting the Emperor, would make even an ordinary man feel little affection.

She took off her coarse clothes and slowly stepped into the spiritual spring.

The moment the spring water touches the skin, a sharp pain suddenly strikes; this is the sacred spring washing away the impurities of the mortal world.

"hiss......"

She gritted her teeth and forced herself to fully immerse herself in the water.

The pale green spiritual energy seeped into the body through the pores and began to rebuild the meridians.

The bones made a faint "crackling" sound, like dry branches being moistened by spring rain.

Black grime gradually seeped from the surface of the skin; it was toxins that had accumulated over many years.

Two hours later, Ji Xiaosong stood up from the spring.

Water droplets rolled down her newly grown skin, her once dry and yellow hair now shone with a satin-like luster, and her figure became more shapely and slender.

The most striking thing was her face. Although her features hadn't changed much, her skin was like jade, her eyebrows and eyes were like paintings, and her whole person had become radiant and transformed.

"It's finally starting to look decent." She nodded in satisfaction at Shuiying, then frowned again. "But going out like this is too conspicuous..."

With a thought, her appearance returned to its original dark and thin state.

This is an illusion she created using her divine power. It will gradually transform into its current form in the future, so that no one will suspect anything.

As soon as I returned to reality, I heard the snoring of the other maids on the communal bed.

"They need to sleep more soundly; their snoring is just too loud."

She quietly took out a small paper packet from under her pillow; inside was a calming powder from her spatial storage.

Quietly getting up, Ji Xiaosong sprinkled the medicinal powder into the charcoal brazier.

A wisp of smoke rose, carrying a faint herbal fragrance.

After a short while, the breathing inside the tent became more even and deeper.

"They've stopped arguing." She breathed a sigh of relief and lay back down on the bed.

*

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, the bugle call for drills rang out in the military camp.

Ji Xiaosong got up early, changed into coarse clothes, and simply tied up her black hair.

She deliberately maintained her original thin and sallow appearance, but the look in her eyes was different from yesterday.

"Oh, isn't this the general's 'Little Tea Maid'?" Just as I stepped out of the tent, a sarcastic voice came from behind me.

Ji Xiaosong paused, turned around, and saw several soldiers staring at her with ill intent.

The man in the lead had a roguish look on his face and carried a short, chipped knife at his waist.

"I heard you were summoned to the main tent last night to 'serve tea'?"

He deliberately drew out his words, eliciting lewd laughter from his companions around him. "General's tea... is it good?"

Ji Xiaosong's expression remained calm, but her fingers secretly clenched the hem of her clothes.

She had anticipated such rumors, but she didn't expect them to come so quickly.

"Sir, you flatter me." She gave a slight curtsy. "I was just delivering tea and will be back soon."

"Stop pretending to be so high and mighty!" another soldier spat. "Who doesn't know that the general never keeps women around? He took you in, isn't it just for that kind of thing?"

The surrounding laughter grew even louder.

Some people even whistled obscene tunes.

Ji Xiaosong took a deep breath and looked directly at the leading soldier: "Since you're so curious, why don't you go and ask the general yourself?"

"You!" The soldier's expression changed, clearly not expecting this seemingly timid little girl to dare to talk back.

"You little slut, you've got a sharp tongue!" he said, enraged, and grabbed Ji Xiaosong's collar. "Let me see what you're capable of, seducing a general..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ji Xiaosong suddenly dodged to the side and tripped him at the same time.

Caught off guard, the soldier stumbled forward and fell face-first into the dirt.

"Sir, be careful." She took two steps back, feigning concern. "There are pebbles on the ground; you could easily slip and fall."

The soldiers watching were stunned for a moment, then burst into even louder laughter.

The man who had fallen to the ground blushed and scrambled to his feet, ready to fight: "You're asking for it!"

Ji Xiaosong was prepared. She took out a packet of powder from her sleeve and pretended to be panicked, saying, "Sir, don't come any closer! This is...this is poison powder that the general asked me to bring. Touching it will rot your hands!"

The soldier hesitated as expected.

In that moment of stalemate, a dignified voice suddenly rang out: "What's all this commotion about?"

Everyone froze, turning to see Vice General Zhao Yan striding towards them.

He coldly swept his gaze over the crowd, finally fixing it on Ji Xiaosong: "The general is waiting for tea, what are you dawdling about here for?"

Ji Xiaosong quickly lowered her head: "This humble woman will go right away."

As she hurried away, she heard Zhao Yan sternly reprimand the soldiers: "Gathering a crowd to cause trouble during drill time, each of you will receive twenty lashes!"

*

On the distant observation platform, a tall figure stood silently.

Si Di stood with his hands behind his back, his dark eyes taking in everything that had just happened.

He watched how the little girl skillfully dodged, how cleverly she used lies to intimidate the other party, and how she left with composure after being rescued.

"General, should we deal with those people?" the guard asked in a low voice.

Si Di's lips curled up almost imperceptibly: "Make a note of the name first."

*

As Ji Xiaosong carried the tea tray toward the main tent, her heart was still pounding.

She knew that many people must have seen what had just happened, and the rumors would probably get worse and worse.

But strangely, she didn't regret it.

Rather than swallowing her anger, she'd rather let those people know that Ji Xiaosong is not someone to be bullied.

"Come in."

As soon as they reached the tent, Si Di's deep voice came from inside.

Ji Xiaosong took a deep breath, lifted the curtain, and entered.

The tent was dimly lit, and the Emperor was bent over his desk reviewing military reports.

Morning light filtered through the gaps in the tent, casting dappled patterns of light on his sharply defined profile.

"General, here's your tea," she said softly, gently placing the teacup on the corner of the table.

Si Di didn't even look up: "It's late today."

"I know I was wrong." She lowered her head to admit her mistake, but then she heard the other person suddenly ask, "Why didn't you tell Zhao Yan the truth?"

Ji Xiaosong's heart skipped a beat.

Does he know?

"This humble woman...does not understand what the general means."

Si Di finally raised his head, his dark eyes staring directly at her: "You can complain about those people's foul language."

Ji Xiaosong pursed her lips: "General, you are busy with military affairs. I don't want to be bothered by such trivial matters."

"A trivial matter?" Si Di sneered. "Insulting my personal maid is considered a trivial matter?"

A personal maid?

Ji Xiaosong blinked.

When did she become a "personal" maid?

"Raise your head," Si Di suddenly commanded.

Ji Xiaosong looked up as instructed, only to be caught off guard by his gaze.

Those jet-black eyes seemed to see right through people's hearts, causing her to unconsciously hold her breath.