Good Pregnancy Quick Transmigration: The Overly Charming CEO with No Heirs

Xi Yao is doing her homework.

"Brother, the teacher says we need to write five poems in the style of 'Zanhua' (a type of classical Chinese calligraphy), can you help me?"

Help! Who would have thought that people who have lived for thousands of years would still need to go to school and practice writing?

Ji Wangshu turned her head to look at the person whose face was covered in ink, her eyes filled with helplessness.

"Is practicing calligraphy really that difficult?"

The little guy is like a stool with thorns; he can't sit still after writing just one piece.

"It's so hard, it's just too hard." Xi Yao got up and snuggled up to him, saying sweetly, "Brother, give me a hug."

The image of 996, who was eating sunflower seeds in my mind, suddenly shuddered, and the sunflower seeds on his wings fell off.

[Host, blink if you're being controlled.]

Xi Yao snorted and ignored the annoying 996 work schedule, instead squeezing into Ji Wangshu's arms.

"Let me rest for a while before I start writing, okay?"

"Okay, I'll write it in a bit."

Ji Wangshu put down his vermilion brush, hugged the person in his arms, and gently patted their back to comfort them, just like when they were children.

Xi Yao buried her face in his chest, took a deep breath, and smelled the fragrance.

Despite disliking spices, she naturally exudes a pleasant fragrance.

It smells good.

Xi Yao closed her eyes. She had only intended to cheat on writing, but she ended up falling asleep while lying down.

As the breathing in her arms gradually calmed down, Ji Wangshu knew that she had fallen asleep.

She casually grabbed a small blanket from the side and wrapped it around her.

Because Xi Yao always falls asleep when he comes back, a small blanket is always kept in the study.

This little blanket is the one Xiyao used when she was little.

Lanxiang was very perceptive; she took the opportunity to bring in a basin of hot water, wrung out a cloth, and presented it to Lanxiang.

Ji Wangshu lowered her head and gently wiped the face of a tabby cat, her eyes overflowing with tenderness.

From a young age, Yao Yao would always accidentally get ink on her face, looking like a poor little kitten.

If 996 could hear his thoughts, he would definitely tell him: The host did it on purpose! She just loves how patiently you wash her face every time.

"Bring me the Xuan paper over there."

After wiping her face, Ji Wangshu lowered her voice and instructed Lanxiang.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Sure enough, His Highness had to help the little princess with her homework again.

It's always the same. No matter how stern His Highness is, if the little princess doesn't want to write, it always ends up being His Highness's homework.

Because of helping Xiyao with her homework, Ji Wangshu has become completely able to imitate her handwriting.

The study fell silent for a moment, with only the faint scent of ink lingering in the air.

"Your Highness, I've discovered something interesting... oh..."

Ye Mingxin entered with a smile on his face, but before he could finish speaking, he met a death stare, and all his words caught in his throat.

He then realized that the prince was holding someone in his arms.

Even though you can't see their face because they're covered by a blanket, you know who it is without even thinking.

The little princess is already so big, does she still need His Highness to hold her and lull her to sleep?

Ye Mingxin's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything. He simply stepped forward and presented the folded paper in his hand.

He noticed Lin Zhiwen's actions were rather unusual these past few days and became curious about what he was up to, so he couldn't help but have someone investigate.

Goodness, I had no idea what I was getting into until I looked it up. It was mind-blowing.

Ye Mingxin felt nauseous just thinking about what Old Madam Wang had done.

Is this a person?

Seeing that Lin Zhiwen wanted to kill to silence her, he wanted to save the woman, but she was snatched away.

Ji Wangshu held the person with one arm and flipped through the folded book with the other.

Before he could see much, his face began to turn bluish.

He left only one sentence: "Cut off the engagement with the Li family as soon as possible."

Then he carried Xi Yao back to his bedchamber.

Ye Mingxin was left standing there muttering to himself, "I promised my sister I'd invite the little princess to our house, but the timing just wasn't right."

He shook his head, tucked the folding book that Ji Wangshu had just thrown away into his chest, and prepared to leave the palace and go home.

Take this back to show my mother, at least to remind Mrs. Li.

Thinking of the chaos that was about to unfold, a mocking smile flashed in Ye Mingxin's eyes.

It's truly a wonder of the ages.

(〃'▽'〃)

When Xi Yao woke up, 996 couldn't help but tell her the news:

[Host, the big boss also knows about Madam Wang and Lin Zhiwen's affair.]

"Hmm?" Xi Yao, who was rinsing her mouth with tea, paused. "Did Lan Xiang say that?"

[No, it was Ye Mingxin, the big boss's study companion, who was recently investigating Lin Zhiwen. He happened to overhear Ye Mingxin's interrogation of Hehua, and that's how the big boss found out—while you were sleeping.]

"..."

"It's getting more and more lively."

Ye Mingxin's knowledge means Zhou Qianya's knowledge.

How far is it from Deng Huayi finding out?

Xi Yao suddenly remembered something, "996, what has Old Madam Wang been doing lately?"

She wanted to sell off all the elderly people in the mansion, especially those from the last ten years.

"Heh, isn't it a bit too late to think about this now?"

It was indeed late. She was about to sell someone when she bumped into Lin Zhiwen, who was returning home. He vomited on the spot, shocking Old Madam Wang.

Although Madam Wang has not crossed the line again over the years, Lin Zhiwen is different in her heart.

She was heartbroken, as if she had seen someone she once loved now loathe her.

In the end, she didn't manage to sell herself, and she became withdrawn and isolated at home.

Xi Yao couldn't help but twitch her lips after hearing the system's words. What kind of freak was this?

It's this late, something big is about to happen, why are you still thinking about such trivial things?

Neuropathy.

Xi Yao put the matter out of her mind and went to look at her homework.

Sure enough, it's been done again.

whee.

It must be her boss.

"elder brother!"

Xi Yao composed herself and ran innocently toward the study.

The moment she pushed open the door, her smile froze on her face.

There were several ministers inside.

There are Li Dongnan, Ye Qingrang, and two others.

"Greetings, Princess."

The group was used to it and greeted each other politely.

"Hehe, you guys are busy, I'll be going now."

Xi Yao turned and left. These people probably didn't hear her clingy voice calling "brother" just now, right?

They definitely didn't hear it.

"Yaoyao," Ji Wangshu called out to her, "Where are you going?"

"Brother, I'm going to the Empress's palace."

"Okay, go ahead."

Seeing the person leave, Ji Wangshu's gentle expression changed, and she said coldly, "Continue."

The double standards were blatant, and the ministers were used to it.

As expected, only the young princess could elicit a different expression from His Highness.

Xi Yao met Ye Mingyi at the Empress's place, and the two agreed to go to the Duke's mansion for a visit.

The meeting was scheduled for the next day.

Ye Mingyi's carriage was waiting at the palace gate.

Unfortunately, the palace carriages were too conspicuous, and Xi Yao felt they were inappropriate.

She's not the kind of person who likes to flaunt her status.

However, it seems she arrived at an inopportune time, just as Deng Huayi came to discuss annulling her engagement with Zhou Qianya.

"Princess, come and sit down."

Zhou Qianya waved to Xi Yao with a very gentle expression.

As a first-rank imperial consort, her elegance was ingrained in her very being.

"Greetings, Princess."

Upon seeing the visitor, Deng Hua quickly stood up and bowed.

"Please rise, Madam Li."

Xi Yao had actually visited the Duke's mansion many times, after all, her companion was Miss Ye.

The Duke's mansion was also quiet and peaceful, free from all sorts of messy and troublesome matters.

"Mother, I invited the young princess to have some pastries, the kind that our kitchen just developed a few days ago."

As soon as Ye Mingyi spoke, Zhou Qianya immediately ordered people to make preparations.

Then he turned to Xi Yao and said, "The young princess has come at just the right time, she can be our witness."