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

"Yes! Originally, the Buddhist scriptures for the Thousand Buddha Festival were copied by Madam Hou Ye, but since Madam is currently practicing at Mount Wutai, the old lady thought that copying them herself would be a way to show the sincerity of the Zhenguo Marquis's family in serving the country and its people."

Granny Kang recounted the story vividly: "Who knew that when Qinghe heard this, she was worried that the old lady's health couldn't take it, and she was also worried about my bad back, so she volunteered to take on this difficult task herself."

"Yes, what a good child."

Looking at her beloved grandson, whose gaze remained fixed on the jade beaded curtain, the old lady pursed her lips and pressed down the corners of her mouth.

This was the first time she had ever seen her beloved grandson stare at a woman for so long.

This is incredibly rare; it's like the sun rising in the west.

The old lady seemed to finally see a glimpse of her great-grandson, whom she had longed for.

She really made the right choice in picking this maid.

Hearing the voices of Granny Kang and his grandmother, Lu Jihan was completely unaware that his gaze had lingered on the curtain for too long.

Behind the jade beaded curtain, wisps of grayish-white smoke rose gracefully, spreading and obscuring part of the little girl's figure and face, her eyebrows and eyes half-hidden, much like Qin Shu in his memory.

The old lady saw her grandson's reaction and thought that this was a great opportunity, so she had to give it a push.

"By the way, Qinghe doesn't know many characters, so be careful not to make any mistakes. Granny Kang, you should go and check quickly so she doesn't copy incorrectly. If it's discovered later, it could be a serious crime."

As the old lady spoke, she gave Kang Mama a look.

Granny Kang immediately understood the old lady's meaning. Her old face wrinkled with embarrassment as she said, "Oh, old lady, aren't you making things difficult for me? I don't even know many characters, maybe not even as many as Miss Qinghe! And that Buddhist scripture, how could I possibly understand it? Perhaps..."

Granny Kang looked at Lu Jihan standing to the side: "Shall we let the young marquis go and take a look?"

Lu Jihan's thoughts were abruptly pulled back. Like a tiger afraid of having its tail stepped on, his expression was strange for a moment before he quickly realized what was happening:

"Alright. Since it's to share Grandmother's burdens, I have no reason to refuse."

After saying that, Lu Jihan put down his silver chopsticks without hesitation, got up and walked towards the jade beaded curtain.

He barely managed to stop in front of the jade beaded curtain.

Looking from his direction, he could only see her sitting upright, head down, her gaze fixed on the Xuan paper on the table. He could only see her smooth, fair forehead and a little white on her chin.

This only added to her mystique.

Her slender, snow-white hand held the brush, and the bright red ink mixed with the thick ink on the brush was particularly eye-catching.

She wrote with nimble movements, her sleeves fluttering as she wrote, looking very focused.

Her serious and composed demeanor was a far cry from the lively and crybaby girl that Lu Jihan had remembered these past two days.

She was completely different from his three concubines. She was filial, sensible, and never resorted to any means to curry favor. For some reason, Lu Jihan's heart softened.

I underestimated her.

Seeing that she hadn't noticed his arrival, Lu Jihan's expression tightened, and he deliberately took a step, intentionally making some footsteps.

To his surprise, Shen Qinghe remained unresponsive, as if she were completely absorbed in copying Buddhist scriptures, her attention completely focused and oblivious to him.

Lu Jihan was waiting for the little girl to speak, but he never expected that the beauty in front of him would not even raise her head or move her gaze. She turned a page of Buddhist scripture and continued copying.

Lu Jihan snorted coldly, then clenched his fingers into a fist, placed it near his mouth, and coughed lightly twice.

"Cough cough."

At this moment, Shen Qinghe in front of her seemed to notice someone coming, and suddenly looked up, and their eyes met.

Those clear, bright eyes looked over, without a trace of impurity. Like a frightened bird, the panic in their eyes faded completely when they realized it was him.

Lu Jihan's furrowed brows slowly relaxed, his posture upright as he looked at her and said, "Not going to deliver food to me, but copying Buddhist scriptures instead?"

"This servant wants to help the old lady share her burdens."

Shen Qinghe's eyelashes trembled slightly, thick and dense like black raven feathers, and she asked, feigning ignorance, "When did the young marquis arrive?"

She had noticed Lu Jihan's arrival long ago.

Are you kidding me? She went to all that trouble, delivering such a big lunch bag, just to get this man to walk towards her.

Of course, she had been paying attention to Lu Jihan's arrival from the very beginning.

From his arrival to his conversation with the old lady, and then to Lu Jihan's entire attempt to cover up his true intentions, Shen Qinghe took it all in.

Lu Jihan remained calm, his hands clasped behind his back: "I've come to dine with my grandmother."

That posture was aloof and indifferent.

Shen Qinghe saw through his words but didn't say anything. Ignoring his aloofness, she tilted her head and smiled at him: "Then, young marquis, please help this servant take a look? This servant is afraid that I might make a mistake by copying it carelessly, which would implicate the marquis's mansion."

Lu Jihan was reluctant to agree so easily, but when he looked up, he was met with her beautiful smile, which was unlike any other woman's smile he had ever seen.

She wasn't the most beautiful, but she was the first to have a playful, coquettish smile.

Having seen too many fawning and seductive smiles, I've never seen such a bright and pure smile before, unlike Qin's generous and dignified gentle smile.

Lu Jihan's Adam's apple bobbed as he hummed in response, but he didn't immediately go up to her.

His gaze fell on Shen Qinghe. She was holding the pen with a very upright posture, her shoulders and back straight, and even her neck had a smooth line, like a student waiting for the teacher to check her.

He watched for a few moments, then slowly walked behind her.

His shadow loomed over her, tall, broad, and rigid, easily enveloping her entirely.

The last time they were this close was that night when Lu Jihan's ambergris wafted over, causing Shen Qinghe's pen to pause slightly, her heart racing a little:

"Young Master..."

Lu Jihan didn't respond, but reached out and snatched the copied scripture from in front of her.

The top part is a passage from the Ksitigarbha Sutra. The handwriting is elegant but not weak, and the strokes are powerful at the turns.

Lu Jihan raised one eyebrow in rare surprise. "Your handwriting..."

Shen Qinghe knew what he wanted to ask, and answered softly, "Young Marquis, the old lady taught me to write, and over time, my handwriting has become quite similar."

Seeing Shen Qinghe's humility and proper demeanor in this setting, Lu Jihan couldn't help but look at her.

Looking at her delicate, fair neck, long and straight, it resembled a red-crowned crane standing on the water, exuding a cool and aloof air.

It was unlike her usual bright and cheerful self, but... it was very alluring.

Shen Qinghe noticed his burning gaze, turned her head and looked at him innocently: "Young Marquis, is there any mistake in what I wrote?"

Lu Jihan stood behind her, very close to her. She turned her head to look at him, and he was even closer.

He had never been so close to a woman before; even with Shu'er, their relationship had always been based on affection but remained within the bounds of propriety.

The woman's delicate fragrance wafted over, and Lu Jihan's throat felt a little dry.

Seeing that there was no sound from behind the jade beaded curtain, the old lady yawned at the opportune moment: "I'm tired, I'm tired. You young people stay here, I'm going to rest for a while."

With Kang Mama's help, she walked towards the inner room, but turned back halfway and said, "Qinghe, if you're tired of copying, go back and rest with Jihan. You can come back to copy in a couple of days, it's the same."

Soon, at the old lady's instruction, only Lu Jihan and Shen Qinghe remained in the hall.