The Marquis's line has ended? The pregnant maid is pregnant again!

Shen Qinghe wasn't playing hard to get. She had initially asked the young marquis for favors at the training ground because she had forgotten that today was the fifteenth.

The day was too special.

According to custom, Lu Jihan should have eaten and stayed overnight in his wife's room.

The Qin family must be eagerly anticipating it too. Not to mention the Qin family, which of the wives and concubines in the courtyard doesn't hope that Lu Jihan will stay overnight?

Today, she originally wanted to please Madam Qin, but after Chen Xiaoniang's commotion, she later used Lu Jihan to punish Chen Xiaoniang. Madam Qin probably doesn't like her either.

Lu Jihan had just left Qin Shi's place in a huff, and then turned around and stayed in her room. It was no different from openly snatching someone from Qin Shi's room. Wouldn't Qin Shi see her as a thorn in her side?

This is just the beginning; we can't be too flashy.

In addition, she was able to successfully serve Lu Jihan on the first night because he was drunk and mistook her for someone else. Lu Jihan in a sober state would not be so easy to seduce or fool.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to navigate through countless women in his past life without ever getting a single one on him; he truly never touched a single woman.

In a sense, it's also the fault of those who uphold male virtues. These kinds of people are the most difficult to deal with.

Simply sending food won't be enough to make her serve the emperor; we'll have to resort to other methods.

She needs to think about it carefully.

Fortunately, Lu Jihan has been sent away, and Qing'er is coming soon.

After washing up, Shen Qinghe lay down on the couch, feeling completely relaxed.

The world is vast, let's get some sleep first!

-

Shen Qinghe was sleeping soundly, unaware that there were many others in the vast Zhenguo Marquis's mansion who couldn't sleep.

"Girl, stop playing. It's almost midnight. You should rest."

Looking at Qin Shi, who was playing the piano incessantly, Zhou's mother was filled with anxiety:

"If you keep going like this, your fingers won't be able to take it, and your body won't be able to either!"

Qin didn't speak, but just kept playing the zither.

Her slender fingertips plucked the strings incessantly, the movements becoming faster and faster, and the music that came out became more and more urgent and intense.

The music, which began as a light drizzle in Jiangnan, gradually turned into large raindrops that pounded violently in the hazy night, as if trying to tear a hole in the boundless darkness.

"Young lady, 'Ambush from Ten Sides' is the best piece you've ever played. Back in the manor, not only did your grandfather and madam praise it highly, but everyone who heard you play it applauded and cheered. But..."

Madam Zhou paced anxiously, trying to dissuade her, "It's too late, young lady. If someone with ulterior motives hears this, they might think something terrible has happened at Fuhua Hall. Besides, the young master left in a huff, and with your zither playing in the middle of the night, who knows what rumors will spread throughout the mansion!"

Qin remained silent, her beautiful face devoid of any emotion, like a wooden board, silent and repressed.

Qin ignored what Zhou Mama was saying until a hurried sound of footsteps approached—

Hongxing, the personal maid, quickly stepped forward and whispered:

"Young lady, we've found out."

Qin stopped playing the zither and finally sat down on the rosewood carved zither stool, pressing down on the Suzhou embroidered lotus brocade carpet.

She looked up, plucked the strings again, and her movements finally returned to normal speed: "Speak."

"We've found out. The servants saw that after the young master left Fuhua Hall, he was originally going to his study, but halfway there he changed direction and went to the most secluded courtyard in the southeast corner of the bamboo garden."

Hongxing said.

"Southeast corner? Isn't that small courtyard in the southeast corner always empty? What is the young marquis doing there?"

Mrs. Zhou frowned in thought, looking at Madam Qin with a mixture of confusion and worry.

Qin continued playing the zither, her tone as calm as the sea before a storm: "There was no one before, but yesterday Grandmother brought in Shen Qinghe, who moved in."

"What??"

Madam Zhou's face immediately changed drastically: "Today is the fifteenth!! The young marquis always leaves after a meal, and it's understandable that he doesn't stay overnight in the young lady's room in the past, since he's cold and heartless to everyone. But... today, after leaving Fuhua Hall, he actually went to that vixen's courtyard to stay overnight!! Where does this leave the young lady's reputation as the principal wife?!"

"Zheng—"

Qin slammed her hand on the strings, producing a loud and piercing sound.

Hongxing and Zhou Mama, who had served Qinshi since childhood, knew that their young lady was truly angry.

Hongxing quickly explained, "Please calm down, young lady. The young marquis left Shen Qinghe's courtyard in less than an hour and went straight back to his bedroom. He was dressed neatly when he left and didn't call for water along the way. It seems that the vixen was unable to serve him in bed."

"That's good, that's good. I suppose that vixen must have some skills. The young marquis has never seen such despicable methods before. He just took a liking to her on a whim, thinking it was a novelty. Miss, you don't need to pay too much attention to her. Maybe you'll lose interest after a couple of days. Then, how you deal with her is just a matter of a word, isn't it?"

As Zhou's mother spoke, she offered Qin's advice.

"If we wait two more days, she'll really dare to snatch him from my room!"

Qin's face was tense, and her tone was angry.

"Young lady! She's just a concubine after all. You can't deal with her yourself. In any grand mansion, how can a principal wife fight with a mere concubine? Wouldn't you be disgracing yourself?"

Zhou's mother did her best to comfort her, talking non-stop.

Upon hearing this, Madam Qin finally came to her senses. Given the dignity of her Qin State Duke's mansion, she would never willingly lower herself.

Indeed, it's not worth having a concubine.

But Shen Qinghe is truly a scourge.

Qin Shi had an idea and instructed Hongxing: "Hongxing, Chen Xiaoniang was fined three months' wages by her husband today. She has always been extravagant with her money. Go and give her some silver tomorrow."

If it were necessary to take action, she, as the legal wife, wouldn't need to do it herself.

-

Day two.

Shen Qinghe got up early, stretched, and felt refreshed. After washing up, she went straight to the kitchen.

Just then, maids and servants returned, carrying food boxes and looking dejected.

Upon seeing this, Madam Li hurried over and asked, "How is it? The young master still won't eat?"

The maids all shook their heads: "The young master said it's too hot to eat."

The servant sighed, "The young lord also said not to disturb his martial arts practice."

Another maid added, "The old lady also said she had no appetite and couldn't eat, so she took people to the ancestral hall to worship Buddha."

"Oh dear, what terrible weather! None of the masters can eat. Anyone who didn't know better would think we kitchen staff are slacking off!"

Mrs. Li was so anxious that she paced back and forth like an ant on a hot pan.

She looked at Li's mother, "Mom, why don't you let me give it a try?"

It's so hot that it's easy to lose your appetite, but fortunately, Shen Qinghe has a solution.