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

Chapter 415 The Little Doctor Girl Knows How to Pamper and Flirt (Part 10)

"Pfft!"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was exceptionally clear.

Ji Xiaosong looked down at the sword tip piercing his shoulder, and surprisingly, he still had the mind to think:

Fortunately, the vital organs were avoided; this body can't withstand much more damage...

She could actually handle the situation, but that would be completely out of character.

In any case, as long as she has a breath left, she can recover her health.

To get closer to Si Di, I don't mind getting injured.

"Xiao Song!" Si Di's roar seemed to come from a great distance.

She vaguely saw Si Di sever Wang Xiaowei's head with a sword, and then she was pulled into a warm embrace.

Si Di's hands were trembling; this was the first time he had called her name...

"Don't sleep!" Si Di slapped her face, his voice filled with a panic she had never heard before. "Look at me!"

Ji Xiaosong wanted to laugh, but coughed up blood: "General...you...you finally...called me...Xiaosong..."

Emperor Si's face was ashen. He scooped her up and rushed towards the medical tent, shouting, "Hold on! That's an order!"

Ji Xiaosong leaned against his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat, and suddenly felt that the sword wound was worth it.

At least now she knows that this cold and aloof man does have feelings for her...

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Three days later, Ji Xiaosong awoke in excruciating pain to find herself lying on the bed in the main tent, her shoulder injury properly bandaged.

The tent was filled with a strong medicinal aroma, and the table was piled high with various tonics.

"Awake?" Si Di's voice came from the tent door.

He strode to the bedside, his eyes even darker and more swollen, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept for many days.

To Ji Xiaosong's surprise, he was holding a bowl of steaming medicinal porridge.

"Drink it." Si Di commanded stiffly, but carefully helped her sit up. "The army doctor said if you don't wake up soon, this arm will be useless."

Ji Xiaosong obediently drank her porridge, but her eyes remained fixed on him: "General, these past few days..."

"It's been investigated." The Emperor interrupted her, his voice as cold as ice. "Prime Minister Liu colluded with the Southern Rong, intending to use someone else to do his dirty work. Those assassins were all his henchmen planted in the army."

Ji Xiaosong's heart skipped a beat: "Then Your Majesty..."

"Your Majesty?" Emperor Si sneered, "That man would love for me to die on the border so he can take back his military power."

He suddenly grabbed her hand, so tightly it almost hurt her: "I have to return to the capital to report on my duties in three days."

Ji Xiaosong instantly understood his worries; this was clearly a trap!

Since Prime Minister Liu dared to make a move in the military camp, the capital must have laid a tight net...

“I’ll go with you.” She grasped his hand in return. “My injury is nothing serious.”

"No!" Si Di refused sternly. "You stay in the army to recover from your injuries. Zhao Yan will protect you."

Ji Xiaosong looked directly into his eyes: "General, do you still remember what you said that day?"

She spoke slowly and deliberately, "As your betrothed, how can I let you risk your life alone?"

Si Di's breath hitched, and a storm suddenly raged in his eyes.

Just when Ji Xiaosong thought he was about to get angry, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips fiercely.

The kiss carried the bitter taste of blood and medicine, yet it was so passionate that it made her heart tremble.

After a long while, Si Di finally released her, his forehead pressed against hers: "Silly girl..."

Ji Xiaosong stroked his thin cheek: "General, promise me one thing."

"explain."

“If the situation in the capital is unfavorable…” she said softly, “forget about matters of loyalty between the emperor and his subjects.”

Si Di's eyes darkened, and he did not answer.

But Ji Xiaosong knew that this proud man would eventually make his own choice.

And she will stay with him until the end.

The flickering candlelight inside the tent illuminated the Emperor's cold and stern profile.

He sat silently by the bed, his fingertips gently stroking the pulse on the inside of Ji Xiaosong's wrist, as if to confirm whether her injury was truly nothing serious.

"General..." Ji Xiaosong called him softly, her fingertips secretly entwining his sleeve, "You really won't let me come along?"

Emperor Si raised his eyes, his dark eyes churning with emotion: "Your injuries have not healed."

"It's just a superficial injury." She smiled, trying to sound relaxed. "Besides, I have medicine, and it'll be fine in a couple more days."

Si Di frowned, his fingertips gently tracing the white bandage on her shoulder: "This is no ordinary injury."

Lieutenant Wang's sword was poisoned; if Ji Xiaosong hadn't had a special constitution and medicine to prolong her life, she probably would have already...

Thinking of this, Si Di's hand unconsciously tightened, and a hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes.

Ji Xiaosong noticed his emotional fluctuation and gently grasped his hand: "General, I know you're worried about me. But the capital is dangerous. Since Prime Minister Liu dared to act in the military camp, he must have other plans. If I'm by your side, at least I can..."

"What can you do?" Si Di interrupted her, his voice low and deep, "Take another sword for me?"

Ji Xiaosong was taken aback.

Si Di suddenly leaned over, bracing himself with his hands on either side of her, trapping her between the bed and himself.

His breath was scorching, filled with suppressed anger: "Ji Xiaosong, listen to me carefully. My life, the Emperor's life, does not need a woman to protect it."

His voice was soft, yet every word was like a knife, causing Ji Xiaosong's heart to tremble slightly.

"Then who will protect the general's life?" She looked up and stared directly into his eyes. "Zhao Yan? Your personal guards? Or those powerful figures in the court who are waiting for you to die?"

Si Di's eyes darkened, and he did not answer.

Taking the opportunity, Ji Xiaosong raised her hand to stroke his cheek, her voice softening: "General, I know what you're worried about. But have you ever thought about how long I could survive if something happened to you?"

Si Di's breathing became slightly sluggish.

“Since Prime Minister Liu was able to send someone to infiltrate the military camp to kill me once, he can do it a second time.” She said softly, “Rather than passively waiting to die, I would rather fight alongside you.”

The tent was silent for a moment, with only the occasional soft crackling of the candlelight.

After a long silence, the Emperor finally spoke: "The border cannot be left unguarded."

He straightened up, walked to the table, and unfolded the map: "From here to the capital, it will only take two days at a fast horse. If all goes well, I will be back within five days."

Ji Xiaosong frowned slightly as he looked at the route marked on the map: "General, are you planning to travel light?"

"Take only twenty personal guards." The Emperor pointed to several passes with his finger. "Leave the rest of the troops to guard the border, in case the Southern Rong take the opportunity to invade."

Ji Xiaosong pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "What about the wheat fields? The first batch of seeds can be harvested in another month. If no one guides the villagers..."

"So you have to stay." Si Di interrupted her, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "The drought-resistant wheat seeds are a matter of life and death for the border, and someone has to keep an eye on them."

Ji Xiaosong opened her mouth, but couldn't find a reason to refute it.

Si Di walked back to the bedside, knelt on one knee to look her in the eye: "Xiao Song, the lives of the people on the border now rest in your hands."

This sentence carries immense weight.

Ji Xiaosong knew that Si Di was using responsibility to bind her.

He knew her too well; he knew she couldn't ignore the people suffering from famine.

“Cunning…” she muttered to herself, but her eyes welled up with tears.

Si Di chuckled softly, his thumb wiping away the moisture from the corner of her eye: "Crying?"

"No, it's not that." She turned her face away. "It's the wound that hurts."

Si Di's eyes softened slightly, and he suddenly took something from his bosom and put it around her neck.