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

Chapter 347 Princess Chang's Rebellion 8

Ji Xiaosong coldly looked at Song Yao, who was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing repeatedly, her eyes devoid of any warmth.

"Someone is coming."

Her voice was calm, yet chillingly cold: "Send Miss Song back to the Marquis of Anning's residence."

Song Yao suddenly looked up, her face streaked with tears: "Mother! Don't send me away! Your daughter truly knows she was wrong!"

Ji Xiaosong ignored her cries, turned around and took a scroll of documents that had been prepared in advance from the bookshelf, and handed it to the guard beside him: "Send this along with the Marquis of Anning."

The guard respectfully accepted it: "Yes, Your Highness."

Song Yao stared at the scroll in horror, trembling as she asked, "What... what is that?"

Ji Xiaosong's lips curled slightly: "Naturally, it's something to prove your identity. From this day forward, you have no further connection with the Princess's residence."

She walked slowly to Song Yao and looked down at her condescendingly: "I want to see how long your 'lover' and 'good aunt' can protect you."

Song Yao trembled all over and suddenly rushed forward to hug Ji Xiaosong's leg: "Mother! Please give your daughter another chance! Your daughter was really deceived by Liu Mingyuan! He gave me that letter!"

Ji Xiaosong stepped back without hesitation and waved to the guards: "Drag him out."

Two guards immediately stepped forward, grabbed the crying and struggling Song Yao, and dragged her out.

"Mother! Mother!" Her cries gradually faded into the distance, eventually disappearing at the end of the corridor.

*

In the main hall of the Marquis of Anning's residence, Song Yi was discussing countermeasures with several clan elders when he suddenly heard a commotion outside.

"My lord! Something terrible has happened!" The steward rushed in, flustered. "The people from the Princess's residence have brought Miss Yao back!"

Song Yi's expression changed: "What?"

Before the words were finished, two guards had already brought in the disheveled Song Yao, followed by a stewardess from the Princess's residence.

"My lord." The old woman bowed expressionlessly and presented a scroll of documents with both hands. "This is what Her Highness the Princess asked me to give to you."

Song Yiqiang calmly took the document, unfolded it, and immediately turned pale.

The document was clearly a "secret letter" that Song Yao had personally placed in the study, accompanied by a comparison with the Northern King's genuine handwriting, and...

A decree severing all kinship, bearing Ji Xiaosong's personal seal!

"This, this..." Song Yi's hands trembled, and he almost dropped the document.

The old woman said coldly, "My lord, the princess asked me to pass on a message: the good daughter raised by the Song family dared to forge a secret letter to frame the current princess for treason. She has remembered this 'gift'."

The crowd in the hall erupted in uproar.

The hall fell into a deathly silence, and the faces of the clan elders turned ashen.

One of the older men was so angry that his beard trembled, and he slammed his cane heavily on the ground: "You wretched child! You're going to drag the entire Song family down with you!"

Song Yi gripped the forged secret letter tightly, his knuckles turning white and veins bulging on his forehead.

He abruptly turned to look at Song Yao, who was slumped on the ground, his eyes blazing with fury: "Do you even know what crime it is to fabricate evidence of treason?! You're trying to drag the entire Song family down with you!"

Song Yao was deathly pale, trembling violently: "Grandfather... your granddaughter has been deceived! It was Liu Mingyuan..."

"Shut up!" Song Yi interrupted sharply, then turned to the butler and roared, "Go! Bring that beast here!"

The steward quickly acknowledged and withdrew, while Madam Wang quietly approached Song Yi and whispered, "Master, this matter is of utmost importance. Since the Princess has sent Yao'er back, it's clear she wants our Song family to handle this ourselves..."

Song Yi's eyes darkened: "What do you mean?"

Madam Wang lowered her voice: "Yu Yao is currently in the Emperor's favor. Why don't I go to the palace and ask her to intervene?"

Song Yi pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded: "Very well. You set off immediately and make sure Yu Yao understands that if this matter is not handled properly, the Song family is finished!"

Wang bowed respectfully and hurriedly withdrew.

*

Inside the ancestral hall, Song Yao was roughly pushed to the ground, her knees hitting the cold bluestone slabs hard.

She looked up at Song Yi and several clan elders sitting in the main seat, and fear surged up like a tide.

“Grandfather…” her voice trembled, “Granddaughter really didn’t know that letter was forged! Liu Mingyuan said it was stolen from Mother’s study…”

"Fool!" An elder slammed his fist on the table and stood up. "Who is the Princess? How dare a poor scholar come and go as he pleases in her study?!"

Another elder sneered, "I think you've been blinded by greed! You'd even betray your own mother for a man!"

Song Yao was in tears, shaking her head desperately: "No! I just... just wanted to teach Mother a lesson..."

"A lesson?" Song Yi laughed angrily. "Do you know that based on this letter alone, the Princess could petition for the execution of my entire Song family!"

These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over Song Yao's head. She finally realized the seriousness of the situation, collapsed to the ground, and could no longer utter a word of defense.

Just then, a commotion arose outside, followed by the steward's exclamation: "My lord! Liu Mingyuan has run away!"

"What?!" Song Yi jumped to his feet. "Useless! Can't even catch a scholar?"

The steward rushed in, sweating profusely: "When I took men to his residence, it was already deserted! The neighbors said they saw him hurriedly leaving with a bundle on his back half an hour ago..."

Song Yi's face turned ashen: "Search! Even if you have to turn the entire capital upside down, find this beast for me!"

*

The Imperial Palace, Yuyao Palace.

Song Yuyao leaned back on the soft couch, listened to Wang's account, and snapped her fan shut: "That stupid girl!"

Wang said anxiously, "Your Highness, what should we do now? The Eldest Princess is clearly trying to use this as an excuse to make trouble!"

Song Yuyao narrowed her eyes and gently stroked her swollen belly: "What's the panic? I am carrying the emperor's child. Even if His Majesty is angry, he will not touch the Song family."

She hesitated for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Has Liu Mingyuan been caught?"

Wang shook her head: "That fellow is very cunning; he ran away beforehand."

"Run?" Song Yuyao sneered. "He can't run away."

She beckoned to her trusted palace maid, whispered a few instructions, and the maid obeyed and left.

Wang asked anxiously, "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

"Liu Mingyuan is nothing but a pawn; someone must be behind him."

A glint of malice flashed in Song Yuyao's eyes, "I'd like to see who's stirring up trouble!"

After seeing Wang off, Song Yuyao tidied her makeup in front of the bronze mirror, deliberately making her lip color lighter and applying a little rouge to the corners of her eyes to make them look slightly red.

She stroked her swollen belly, a cold smile playing on her lips.

"Someone, prepare the sedan chair. I am going to see His Majesty."

*

Outside the Imperial Study, Song Yuyao, supporting her waist, burst into tears before even entering the room.

Upon seeing this, the eunuch guarding the gate quickly went inside to report.

A short while later, the emperor's deep voice came from inside: "Let her in."

As soon as Song Yuyao entered the room, she knelt down with a thud, tears streaming down her face before she could even speak: "Your Majesty! I beg Your Majesty to do me justice!"

The emperor put down the memorial and frowned as he looked at his favorite concubine kneeling on the ground: "My beloved concubine, what's wrong? Get up quickly, you are pregnant."

Song Yuyao refused to get up. Instead, she crawled a few steps on her knees, hugged the emperor's leg, and cried, "Your Majesty, the Princess... she wants to kill the Song family in order to divorce my brother!"

The emperor's eyes narrowed: "What do you mean by that?"

Song Yuyao raised her tearful eyes and began to recount her prepared explanation: "Yesterday, my sister-in-law suddenly returned to the manor, saying that she had discovered a secret letter of treason in the Princess's study. My brother, out of consideration for our past as husband and wife, intended to privately persuade the Princess to repent, but who knew..."

Sobbing, she pulled the forged secret letter from her sleeve: "Who would have thought that the Princess would turn the tables and accuse Yao'er of forging it! Your Majesty, you are wise. How could Yao'er, a young lady confined to her chambers, have the ability to forge the seal of the King of the Northern Border? This is clearly a trap set by the Princess to facilitate the divorce!"

The emperor took the secret letter, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Seeing this, Song Yuyao continued to add fuel to the fire: "Your Majesty, the Eldest Princess has held considerable military power and maintained close ties with the Northern Border for years, which has long been a topic of discussion in the court. Now, in order to get rid of the Song family, she is willing to use her own daughter as a scapegoat. How vicious she is!"

As she spoke, she suddenly clutched her stomach and let out a soft cry: "Ah..."

The emperor immediately became anxious: "What's wrong, my beloved concubine?"

Song Yuyao shook her head, her face pale: "It's nothing... the child just kicked really hard."

With tears welling in her eyes, she looked at the emperor and said, "Your Majesty, I am not afraid of death, but this child... If the Princess truly intends to harm the Song family, I would rather die to prove my innocence, but I beg Your Majesty to protect this child..."

"Nonsense!" the emperor scoffed, reaching out to help her up. "You are carrying my child, who would dare harm you?"

Song Yuyao leaned into the emperor's arms, a barely perceptible smile of triumph playing on her lips.