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

Chapter 93 The Substitute Bride 9

"What business does Madam Ji have with me?"

In public, Ji Xiaosong would call her mother "Mother," but in private, she would always refer to her as "Madam Ji."

Seeing her distant demeanor, Madam Ji felt a slight unease, her eyes flickered, and she forced a smile, saying in a seemingly friendly manner, "You will soon be marrying into the Eastern Palace, and I have some things to tell you."

As he spoke, he took a small step forward, as if to take Ji Xiaosong's hand.

Ji Xiaosong reacted as if burned, quickly taking a step back to avoid her mother's touch. A mocking smile appeared on her lips, her tone filled with cold indifference:

"No need. I grew up in the countryside and am unruly by nature. I cannot be changed by a few days of instruction."

Madam Ji's hand froze in mid-air, her smile faltering, a flash of annoyance crossing her eyes, but it quickly vanished, replaced by a pained expression. She sighed and said:

"We're mother and daughter, after all, why be so distant?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Xiaosong couldn't help but scoff, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. His gaze, fixed on Ji's mother, seemed to pierce through her, and his tone was full of sarcasm:

"Ha, Madam Ji, your family has never treated me as family. Now you suddenly come to me with feigned concern. Are you trying to poison me again?"

Ji's mother's face turned deathly pale instantly. Her eyes widened in shock and panic, her lips trembled slightly, and she instinctively took a step back, her voice rising involuntarily:

"You know it all?"

Ji Xiaosong's expression was icy, his eyes like cold pools, staring straight at his mother. A cruel sneer curled at the corner of his mouth, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, cold and resolute: "From the very beginning, I knew your filthy intentions."

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes full of contempt, as if looking at an insignificant ant. "Stop with the pretense. Trying to act like a loving mother and daughter? You've got the wrong person. I'm way past the age of having illusions about family ties."

After saying that, Ji Xiaosong didn't even glance at his mother, and turned to Zixi, his voice so cold it could freeze someone to death: "Zixi, get this irrelevant person out of here."

Zi tide's expression hardened, and she strode forward, clasping her hands together in front of her, her fingers turning white from the force, her tone icy: "Madam Ji, please leave immediately."

Ji's mother stood frozen in place, her face alternating between pale and flushed.

It took her a long while to recover. Her eyes were bloodshot as she glared fiercely at Ji Xiaosong, as if she wanted to tear him to pieces with her gaze.

Faced with the oppressive aura emanating from Zixi, she ultimately dared not act rashly. Gritting her teeth, she turned around, staggered out the door, and almost tripped over the threshold as she left.

Seeing that Ji's mother had slunk away, Zixi quickly stepped forward, firmly grasped the two doors with both hands, and slammed them shut with a loud "bang." The doors closed tightly, making a dull sound that completely blocked any possibility of outside prying in and prevented anyone else from having the chance to enter.

She turned around, her brows furrowed, her eyes filled with doubt and resentment, and looked at Ji Xiaosong, unable to help but ask, "Miss, why not just return those poisons to them?"

Zixi found it hard to understand. In her opinion, with her young mistress's extraordinary skills, she could easily make these malicious people disappear without a trace with just a little effort.

Why tolerate them loitering around in front of you day after day, repeatedly defiling your eyes with their disgraceful behavior?

Ji Xiaosong's expression was calm, like a deep, unfathomable pool, without the slightest ripple.

She gently raised her hand, casually smoothing a strand of hair at her temple, her movements elegant and composed. Then she spoke slowly, her voice unhurried: "They're dead, and I can't get married. I'll have to observe three years of mourning. Isn't that a losing proposition?"

At this point, she shook her head slightly, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes. "Besides, I don't need to dirty my hands."

Ji Xiaosong walked to the window, gently pushed it open, and a breeze brushed her face, ruffling a few strands of hair. Gazing at the vibrant magnolia blossoms outside, she continued, "Their actions will have their consequences. I just need to wait and see them reap what they sow. If necessary, I can even fan the flames."

She is destined to become an immortal, and immortals are most averse to having their hands stained with blood.

Unless it is for one's own safety, one should never take another's life at will.

Everything in this world has a cause and effect; she has plenty of opportunities to make them receive the punishment they deserve.

“Miss is wise, Zixi understands.”

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The eighth day of the following month is an auspicious day for marriage.

The wedding procession arrived at the Ji residence in a grand procession. After the bridal ceremony, Ji Xiaosong was supposed to be carried out of the house by one of her younger brothers and board the bridal sedan chair.

However, both younger brothers were unwilling, and in the end, Ji's father chose the older brother to step forward.

But when he actually stepped forward, Ji Xiaosong bypassed him completely, not giving him a chance to touch her at all.

Although the officials' families and ordinary people who attended the ceremony were talking about it, the reputation of the event was not spread too badly because there were people hiding among them in advance to guide them.

Along the way, the sound of drums and music filled the air, creating a lively and festive atmosphere.

Upon arriving at the East Palace, the newlyweds performed the "hand-holding ceremony," with a red silk ribbon gently pulling them into the wedding hall.

They perform the ritual of washing their hands, then the ritual of sharing the meat of a single animal, and finally the ritual of drinking from the same cup, thus becoming one.

Because of Chu Qingyun's health condition, none of the officials present dared to let him drink alcohol.

After the wedding ceremony, there was a short rest before Ji Xiaosong met with the guests.

Inside the banquet hall of the Eastern Palace, the lights were bright and the hall was filled with distinguished guests. Imperial relatives, high-ranking officials, and other dignitaries were all dressed in their finest attire and gathered together.

With the meticulous care of her maids, Ji Xiaosong adjusted her phoenix coronet and wedding robes, and walked gracefully into the hall.

She was graceful and elegant, exuding the poise and poise of a crown princess in every gesture.

"Greetings, Your Highness!" Everyone rose and bowed respectfully.

Ji Xiaosong nodded slightly, a gentle smile on her lips, and said softly, "Esteemed lords and ladies, please excuse the formalities. Today is the day of my wedding with the Crown Prince, and I am truly honored that you have taken the time to attend."

Afterwards, accompanied by Chu Qingyun, she toasted the guests at each table.

As she approached each table, Ji Xiaosong would exchange a few friendly words with the guests.

When facing her elders, she spoke respectfully, showing the humility of a junior.

She is friendly and has a warm smile when she is with her peers.

After she left, everyone whispered among themselves.

"Isn't it said that the Crown Princess comes from the countryside? Look at her manners and etiquette, she doesn't look like a country bumpkin at all."

"Could it be that the Ji family is hiding something, afraid that their outstanding daughter will be targeted by other families, and that's why they're doing this?"

"If Lord Ji does this, he will offend the King of Wu. Everyone knows that the King of Wu, as the only king of a different surname in this dynasty, has long had the idea of ​​a marriage alliance with the Ji family. However, the Second Miss Ji was in love with the Crown Prince at the time, so the marriage fell through."

"Who knows? Speaking of which, shouldn't Miss Ji be getting engaged by now?"

"In my opinion, although Miss Ji is proud and arrogant, now that Ji Xiaosong has become the Crown Princess, the Ji family has risen in status, and her marriage will probably be able to reach a higher level."

"Who could be higher than the Crown Prince?"

"Be careful!"

"However, with the Crown Princess being so outstanding, the Eastern Palace will likely become even more well-organized under her management in the future."

"Yes, it is a blessing for our dynasty that the royal family has such a virtuous wife."

"It's just a pity."

Unfortunately, even though there were no more words afterward, everyone knew what it meant.

At the other table, King Wu remained indifferent, as if his involvement in the discussion was insignificant.

But he was secretly gripping the wine glass in his hand, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force. His thumb, which was originally used to gently swirl the glass, was now unconsciously rubbing the rim of the glass repeatedly. The movement was subtle, but it carried a bit of fierceness, as if he wanted to crush the glass.

The King of Wu still had a faint smile on his lips, occasionally echoing the gossip of others. But when his gaze inadvertently swept over Ji Xiaosong and Chu Qingyun, a barely perceptible glint of sinister malice and resentment flashed in his eyes.