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

Chapter 95 The Substitute Bride 11

It's not that it's impossible, but it's best to avoid getting pregnant.

Ji Xiaosong is well aware of this: a child's physical condition and genetic condition come from both parents.

Chu Qingyun's body is still contaminated with toxins, and it would be bad if the toxins were passed on to her child.

She can use contraception, so this small problem is easily solved.

"Of course! Tonight is our wedding night, we can't waste it!"

After Ji Xiaosong finished speaking, Chu Qingyun stretched out his long arm and gently pulled her into his embrace, just like a gentle breeze embracing a blooming flower.

At first, Chu Qingyun didn't know how, but this kind of thing can be learned naturally by feeling.

The candlelight flickered all around, casting shadows on the walls.

Sometimes passionate, sometimes somber.

By daybreak the next day, the servants in the east wing had already taken turns on duty, and the hot water in the pot had been added several times.

When the sun was high in the sky, Ji Xiaosong finally woke up slowly.

She felt sore all over and her throat was extremely dry and hoarse.

Ji Xiaosong stirred slightly, and Chu Qingyun woke up as well.

He was still sleepy-eyed, but his eyes were full of smiles, and his voice was hoarse from the early morning: "Song'er, you're awake."

Ji Xiaosong was about to speak when she found that her throat hurt terribly and she could only make a weak sound.

Seeing this, Chu Qingyun felt heartbroken. She quickly sat up, poured a glass of water, and carefully helped Ji Xiaosong up to drink it.

"Slow down, don't choke."

After drinking the water, Ji Xiaosong felt better. She leaned against Chu Qingyun's chest and softly complained, "It's all your fault. You were so rough last night."

Chu Qingyun blushed slightly. "I...I have no experience. Besides, I'm just so happy to be able to marry you."

After saying that, he hugged Ji Xiaosong tightly again, reluctant to get out of bed.

"Song'er, let's lie down for a while longer, just a little while."

Ji Xiaosong softly hummed in agreement and snuggled closer to him.

"Don't we need to pay our respects to Father Emperor and Mother today?"

"No need. They specifically told us last night to go after noon."

"Never mind, I'll get up. I need to get ready too."

Ji Xiaosong picked up the small silver bell hanging by the bed and shook it gently; the clear sound echoed in the room.

A moment later, the maids and servants serving outside knew that the Crown Princess had summoned them.

The head maid, Liu, led two maids in, and they knelt down neatly a few steps away from the bed. "Your Highness, do you have any instructions?"

"Go prepare hot water, make sure it's at the perfect temperature, and also bring some porridge or snacks, something light and refreshing. Fetch the royal blue brocade palace dress with embroidered peonies that I prepared for today's audience, and be careful not to wrinkle it."

"Slave, let's do it now."

Granny Liu agreed and led the maids out.

Ji Xiaosong then turned to Chu Qingyun and said, "You should get up and prepare too. We can't keep Father and Mother waiting too long."

After Ji Xiaosong finished washing and dressing, Chu Qingyun's personal guard, Zhao Yong, was allowed to enter.

He stepped into the room with a respectful expression, his gaze habitually falling on the wheelchair, his hands already prepared with clothes and utensils to help Chu Qingyun get up.

But the moment he looked up, he was struck dumb, frozen in place.

Chu Qingyun stood steadily by the bed, his posture upright, completely unlike his former self who relied on a wheelchair.

Zhao Yong's eyes widened in disbelief, his lips trembling slightly. After a long while, he managed to stammer out, "Your Highness...you...you can stand up?"

His voice rose with excitement, his eyes instantly reddened, and he nearly dropped the object in his hand.

Taking a few steps to Chu Qingyun's side, Zhao Yong knelt on one knee, his voice trembling with tears: "Your Highness, is this true? I have been by your side for so many years, hoping every day that you would recover, and today... today it has really come true!" As he spoke, he raised his hand to wipe away the tears that welled up in his eyes.

With a gentle smile on her face, Chu Qingyun reached out to help Zhao Yong up: "Get up, this is all thanks to the Crown Princess."

Zhao Yong then turned his gaze to Ji Xiaosong, knelt down again, and kowtowed heavily: "Your Highness is truly fortunate to have regained your health, thanks to the Crown Princess's great kindness! Your subordinate is willing to go through fire and water for Your Highness!"

He didn't know how the Crown Princess had cured Chu Qingyun; he only cared that he had seen Chu Qingyun able to stand up again, and that was enough for him.

"Since Your Highness is able to stand up, could it be that the toxins in your body..."

"It's not possible yet. In another month, the antidote herbs in Qiongshan will be ready, and I will personally go and fetch them to detoxify Qingyun."

When Zhao Yong heard Ji Xiaosong say this, he felt hopeful but not too upset.

It's already a great achievement that His Highness the Crown Prince can stand up; we shouldn't expect too much more.

"Your Highness, you must let His Majesty and the Empress see this good news today. They will be overjoyed when they hear it!"

"Yes, we will go to the palace to report this matter after lunch. Please get up and help me change."

After venting his emotions last night, Chu Qingyun's excitement had subsided somewhat.

After having breakfast, he gave Ji Xiaosong the nameplate of the Crown Prince's steward.

When they gave it to me, they also gave me the account book.

Ji Xiaosong casually flipped through it, then looked at it several more times in disbelief.

"You used the entire treasury of the Crown Prince's palace to pay for my betrothal?!"

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Chu Qingyun's face, and he lowered his head slightly, like a child who had done something wrong.

He coughed lightly before slowly speaking, "Song'er, I didn't want you to know these things, for fear of making you worry."

“In recent years, natural disasters and man-made calamities have been frequent, and the people have suffered. As the crown prince, I cannot sit idly by. I use all my monthly allowance for disaster relief. I had hoped to save up enough money to marry you in a grand ceremony, but in the end, I am still struggling to make ends meet.”

"I shamelessly borrowed a lot from my father and mother. Unexpectedly, the news somehow reached the ears of my other brothers and sisters, and they all lent a helping hand. That's how I managed to scrape together the betrothal gifts."

"Song'er, I know this has wronged you." Chu Qingyun's voice trembled slightly. "I wanted to give you the best of everything, but now..."

It's hard to believe that His Highness the Crown Prince was so poor that the only two new clothes he owned were for his wedding.

“Song’er, I usually put on a good show, mainly because I’m worried that the people and some officials will lose faith in the royal family because of its poverty.”

Chu Qingyun lowered his head further and further as he spoke, genuinely feeling that the situation was quite embarrassing.

But he also knew he couldn't hide it from his wife, otherwise they wouldn't be able to go on living together.

Ji Xiaosong pinched the bridge of her nose. She had considered that the royal family's frequent tax reductions for the people might lead to financial difficulties, and she had also considered that excessive relief for disaster victims might result in poverty. But she really hadn't expected that the Crown Prince's notebook would contain the following:

The Crown Prince's undergarment could have two more patches added;

How could the embroiderer mend the patch on the Crown Prince's outer robe so that no one would notice...?