Who said the heir would die out? The concubine is pregnant again!

Yingzhu slowly opened her eyes and said lazily, "This servant doesn't have the guts to give the young master a hard time."

"With your current attitude, so careless, you still dare to say you didn't?"

Yingzhu sat up straight, faced him, and bowed her head respectfully.

"What are your orders, Your Highness? This servant will simply listen."

Although she tried to control her emotions, her cold tone betrayed her thoughts, and Liang Yunqian saw right through her.

"You talked to your mother for so long, but when you get to your father, you have nothing to say?"

"That's my mother, my closest relative. Why must you compare her to me, Your Highness?"

When she said this, her dismissive and aloof tone made it seem as if she were saying he was overestimating himself.

"And what about me? What am I to you?"

Yingzhu raised her eyelashes slightly, meeting his probing gaze. Recalling his actions earlier that day, she felt aggrieved, yet dared not express her anger, and only muttered:

"You are the heir of the Prince Rui's mansion, a noble master, and whatever you do is right."

The last sentence was clearly sarcastic.

"What are you trying to say? You think I did something wrong, that I shouldn't have burned your collection of other men's wood carvings?"

He started arguing again, but Yingzhu was too lazy to argue with him anymore.

Her eyes were filled with sadness, and her thick, half-closed eyelashes concealed the grief and indignation in her heart.

"How could the young master be wrong? You are always right."

Her teasing was like a gust of wind, reigniting the flames in his heart.

"Shen Yingzhu, you're getting bolder and bolder! How dare you mock me?"

"This servant is foolish and has angered the young master. This servant will shut up now."

Yingzhu promptly admitted her mistake without offering any explanation, as if she didn't want to say another word to him.

Liang Yunqian was also arrogant, so naturally he would not admit his mistake or apologize to her. The two stopped talking and sat on opposite sides.

Upon arriving at the main gate of the Prince's Mansion, Liang Yunqian dismounted from the carriage, only to find that it was already raining outside.

Qingfeng, who was waiting at the gate of the mansion, stepped forward and handed him an umbrella, causing Liang Yunqian to stop in his tracks.

An umbrella should be shared by two people, but when he thought of Shen Yingzhu's indifferent attitude, he was unwilling to walk side by side with her.

Liang Yunqian did not linger. He went ahead and entered the mansion in the rain, leaving only the hem of his robe fluttering erratically in the biting wind.

Qingfeng was confused and dared not leave, because Miss Shen had not come down yet!

Yingzhu stepped down from the carriage a step later, and Qingfeng, who was holding an umbrella, helped her down.

Today, Yingzhu returned home, but Qingfeng did not accompany her. She only came to pick her up with an umbrella because it was raining.

"What's wrong with the young master? Why does he have such a sullen face? He won't even take an umbrella. Who has offended him?"

The rain intensified, and the surrounding mist blurred Yingzhu's vision.

Yingzhu was unwilling to mention the wood carving incident. "The Crown Prince has always had this temperament, sometimes hot, sometimes cold. I don't know what's wrong with him this time. He's probably troubled by political affairs!"

He is strong and healthy and doesn't like to use an umbrella. Yingzhu doesn't dare to be willful. There have been three accidents in just twenty days. Yingzhu has to hold the umbrella properly and not let herself get cold again.

After returning to her room, Yingzhu felt a headache and took a short nap for an hour.

By the time she woke up, it was completely dark.

Qingfeng rubbed his hands as he entered the house, his clothes still covered in snowflakes.

"Miss, the rain has stopped, but the snow has started again. It's so cold outside! Have dinner early tonight and head to Tingsong Garden as soon as possible. Otherwise, the snow will be too heavy, and the roads will be slippery at night, making it difficult to travel."

Qingfeng is efficient and meticulous, and considers things very thoroughly.

After dinner, Yingzhu set off. The road was covered in snow. She remembered that the first time she served Liang Yunqian in bed, it was also a snowy day like this.

Today, however, she felt unusually down, like the snowflakes dancing in the sky, feeling empty and helpless.

When they arrived at Tingsong Garden, Liang Yunqian was not in the room. Yingzhu was restless and did not take the initiative to tease Amber. However, Amber came to her side and meowed very enthusiastically, curling its tail around her to show affection.

Upon seeing amber, Yingzhu's heart, which had been heavy for so long, finally felt a touch of tenderness.

She picked up Amber and gently stroked its fur. "Amber, you're such a good girl. You don't talk, you don't get angry, and you don't throw tantrums easily, unlike some people who are good one moment and bad the next, unpredictable."

She said something, and Amber would meow. Although it couldn't understand her, it still looked at her with its big eyes, as if responding to her.

Yingzhu gave a wry smile and scratched its chin. "Are you so eager to please because you're afraid I'll embarrass myself if I say something wrong?"

Despite her bitterness, Yingzhu did not continue speaking.

"Forget it, I'd better not say anything more, lest he suddenly come back later and hear me talking badly about him, and then he'll get angry again."

Yingzhu stopped herself in time, unaware that a figure was standing outside the door at that moment—it was Liang Yunqian.

He had just returned when he heard Yingzhu talking to herself.

She often talked to Amber, which he was used to, so he stood at the door, wanting to hear what she was muttering, and heard her accusing him.

With a creak, the door was pushed open.

Yingzhu looked in the direction of the sound and caught sight of him, so she put down the amber.

As soon as he returns, he snatches the amber away, as if to tell her that he is the true owner of the amber.

Yingzhu got used to his actions and consciously let go.

Normally, Amber would have gone to greet Liang Yunqian, but today it stayed by Yingzhu's side and didn't move.

It seemed to sense Yingzhu's pain, and kept raising its little head to look at her, meowing softly.

Seeing this, Liang Yunqian's anger flared up. "If you have any complaints, just tell me directly. Do you think Amber can understand your complaints about me?"

Yingzhu stood up, respectfully lowered her eyes, and said, "This servant has no complaints against the young master."

"No? Who did you just call unpredictable?"

"You're talking about Qingfeng!"

Yingzhu remained calm and composed, spouting nonsense without batting an eye.

Liang Yunqian pursed his thin lips. "Do you think you're very clever, or do you think I'm easy to fool?"

In the past, Yingzhu would have racked her brains to find an excuse to coax him, but tonight she was already in a low mood and suddenly didn't want to coax him anymore.

"This servant is foolish and knows her mistake. Please punish me, Your Highness."

She was wrong, but she showed no fear or remorse, only indifference and impatience.

She wasn't like this before; she changed after returning home today.

She kept her eyes down, refusing to look at him. Her indifferent attitude angered Liang Yunqian, who suddenly grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up and meet his gaze.

"You dare to be so arrogant because you think I have a good temper?"

It was truly laughable that these words came out of his mouth: "Young Master seems to have some misunderstanding about his own temper."

"You mean, I have a bad temper?"

He gradually increased the pressure on her chin, and Yingzhu, in pain, couldn't help but furrow her brows.

"You know your own temper, so why ask me? Is my opinion important to you?"

Her dark, bright eyes met his, stubborn yet indifferent.

Liang Yunqian paused slightly, momentarily lost in thought, but quickly regained his composure and resumed his cold and stern demeanor.

"Who do you think you are? What makes you think I care about your feelings?"

"Since you don't care, then don't ask any more questions."

She was exceptionally audacious tonight; her red lips were uttering nothing but knives!

He disliked such sharp words, and his anger burned away his reason. Liang Yunqian suddenly lowered his head and captured her lips, silencing her unruly tongue!