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

Chapter 424 The Little Doctor Girl Knows How to Pamper and Flirt (Part 19)

Ji Xiaosong floated in the darkness for a long time.

She dreamt that she had returned to that desert, the scorching sun burning her skin, her throat as dry as if it were stuffed with sand.

The sound of horses' hooves came from afar, but they couldn't catch up with the blurry figure.

"Water..." she murmured unconsciously, feeling something cool gently touch her lips.

A stream of clear water slowly slid into my throat, moistening my parched mucous membranes.

Ji Xiaosong instinctively followed the sweet taste, tilting her head slightly upwards.

The water stopped at that moment, and she frowned in displeasure, finally struggling to open her eyes.

What comes into view is the familiar green gauze canopy.

This is her tent in the Sidi army camp.

The light streaming in through the window indicated that it was dusk, bathing the entire room in a warm amber hue.

"woke up?"

A deep voice came from beside her. Ji Xiaosong turned her head and saw Si Di sitting on a low stool by the bed, holding a white jade teacup in his hand.

He was dressed in plain clothes, his long hair was loose and casually draped over his shoulders, and there were obvious dark circles under his eyes, indicating that he had not rested properly for many days.

Ji Xiaosong tried to get up and pay her respects, but was struck by a wave of dizziness and fell heavily back onto the pillow.

Si Di immediately placed his hand on the back of her neck, gently but irresistibly pressing her back into place.

"Don't move." His voice carried an unquestionable command. "The medic says you need to stay in bed for at least three days."

Ji Xiaosong then noticed that her right shoulder was wrapped in a thick bandage and was throbbing slightly.

She had no recollection of when she was hit by the arrow.

The last memory lingered in that embrace, the cool scent of pine emanating from Si Di...

"How long was I unconscious?" Her voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

"Five days." Si Di held the teacup to her lips, watching her sip it slowly. "You've lost too much blood and are severely dehydrated."

Ji Xiaosong suddenly remembered something and looked around anxiously: "Seeds..."

“It has already been distributed to the people of the thirteen border villages.” Si Di put down his teacup and took out the blood-stained cloth bag from his sleeve. “The second batch is even better than the first batch, with a germination rate of over 90%.”

Ji Xiaosong breathed a sigh of relief, only then noticing that Si Di's fingers were gently stroking the bloodstains on the cloth bag, his eyes dark and unfathomable.

"Liu Xiang's men?" he asked, his voice as cold as ice.

Ji Xiaosong nodded: "They ambushed me at the post station. More than a hundred riders were all dealt with."

She paused, then asked, "Is the postmaster... still alive?"

"Shoulder injury, nothing serious," Si Di replied briefly, then suddenly grasped her hand. "Ji Xiaosong, do you know...?"

His voice stopped abruptly, and his thumb gently traced the scabbed wound on the back of her hand.

Ji Xiaosong then noticed that her hands had been carefully cleaned, and the bloodstains and dirt under her fingernails were gone, but the scratches left from climbing the cliff were still shocking.

"I'm fine." She instinctively tried to pull her hand away, but it was held even tighter.

Si Di frowned, a hint of emotion she couldn't understand flashing in his eyes: "You almost died."

His voice was so low it was almost inaudible, "If I had arrived even a quarter later..."

Ji Xiaosong was stunned.

She had never seen Si Di like this before; her eyes were filled with lingering fear, and her voice trembled.

The general, who was always calm, composed, and aloof, was now showing such obvious emotions for her.

"General..." she called softly, unsure how to respond.

The Emperor's gaze fell on Ji Xiaosong's scarred fingers, those hands that had been holding swords for years now moved with unbelievable gentleness.

He slowly leaned down, his thin lips gently touching the deepest scar on the back of her hand.

Ji Xiaosong's breath hitched.

The touch was warm and soft, completely different from the decisive and ruthless general on the battlefield.

She could feel his lips trembling slightly, as if he was trying his best to restrain himself.

“General…” Her voice trembled, and her fingertips curled involuntarily.

Si Di didn't look up, but simply turned her hand over and kissed the horizontal scar on her palm.

This time, his lips lingered longer, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive skin.

"Does it hurt?" he asked in a low voice, his voice hoarse.

Ji Xiaosong shook her head, but suddenly felt a warm drop fall on the back of her hand.

Those weren't her tears.

Si Di suddenly raised his head, his eyes glistening with tears, but turned his face away the instant their eyes met.

He took a deep breath, his Adam's apple bobbing violently: "I almost... I almost..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Ji Xiaosong, as if possessed, reached out and touched his cheek, feeling a dampness.

This discovery shocked her deeply.

The iron-blooded general Si Di was actually shedding tears for her.

"I'm here," she said softly. "I'm fine."

Si Di suddenly pulled her into his arms, the force so strong that she could hardly breathe.

His heart was pounding like a drum, coming from his chest, fast and heavy.

"You can't take such risks again." His voice was muffled in her hair. "You can't... do it for anyone again..."

Ji Xiaosong leaned quietly against his chest, inhaling the scent of rust and pine wood emanating from him.

The embrace lasted a long time, so long that even the sound of the wind outside the tent became gentle.

Finally, Si Di loosened his grip on her slightly, but still held her hands.

His gaze became complicated, and he hesitated to speak.

"What's wrong?" Ji Xiaosong asked.

Si Di took a deep breath: "When the military doctor was taking my pulse... he discovered something."

His thumb unconsciously stroked her wrist. "You... are pregnant."

The tent suddenly became eerily quiet.

Ji Xiaosong opened her eyes wide, unable to understand the meaning of those words for a moment.

Is it that fast?

Although she had the audacity to do it, she never imagined she would get pregnant so quickly.

However, considering her physical condition, and the fact that she and Si Di hadn't taken any precautions, it's probably normal for her to get pregnant.

But this emotion certainly cannot be expressed.

Ji Xiaosong quickly composed herself...

"How long has it been?" she heard her own faint voice.

“About a month,” Si Di’s voice was unusually gentle. “The army doctor said… he’s very healthy.”

Ji Xiaosong looked up at Si Di and found that the general's usually sharp eyebrows and eyes were now incredibly gentle, filled with a tenderness she had never seen before.

"Are you... happy?" she asked cautiously.

Si Di's response was to pull her into his arms again, but this time he carefully avoided her lower abdomen.

His lips brushed against her ear, his voice so soft it was as if he were afraid of disturbing something: "I have never been so happy."

Ji Xiaosong felt a lump in her throat.

The man who struck fear into the hearts of his enemies on the battlefield held her as if she were a fragile treasure.

“The border is too harsh,” Si Di suddenly said. “Once your injuries have healed, I will send someone to escort you back to the capital.”

Ji Xiaosong immediately shook her head: "I'm not leaving."

She grabbed Si Di's collar, "I want to watch those wheat seeds grow, and watch the people harvest them."

Emperor Si frowned: "But your body..."

“Our child will be very strong.” Ji Xiaosong pulled his hand to her abdomen, “just like his father.”

These words completely softened Si Di's gaze.

He leaned down again, and this time, his kiss landed on her lips.

Unlike previous acts of plunder, this kiss was heartbreakingly tender, filled with endless cherishing and promises.

Outside the tent, the winds of the North still howled, but they could not dispel the warmth within.

"Xiao Song, once your injuries have healed, we'll get married."