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

He was clad in golden armor, with a dark brocade robe covering the other side. Scattered across the armor were beads of bright red blood. Similarly, the longsword in his hand was also covered in blood, reflecting a chilling light under the candlelight in her hand.

The pungent smell of blood hit him, and Lu Jihan looked as if he had fought his way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

It was even more terrifying than the day we first met.

Shen Qinghe was so frightened that she didn't know what to do.

It's true that she was reborn, but I've never seen anything like this before.

Lu Jihan slightly raised his eyebrows, his deep, sword-like eyes utterly indifferent: "Let me in!"

The man's expression betrayed his weariness, and his voice became hoarse, like sand being ground on the floor.

"Ah, sir, come in quickly."

Shen Qinghe then realized what was happening, quickly reached out and took Lu Jihan's arm, helping him walk in. She looked around to make sure no one was there, and then quickly closed the door.

"Master..."

Shen Qinghe had just called out when she turned around and saw Lu Jihan standing unsteadily in front of the daybed.

"Change your clothes."

Shen Qinghe didn't dare to linger. She quickly walked up and stood in front of Lu Jihan, her fingertips pinching the collar of his brocade robe with its civil and military sleeves.

To everyone's surprise, when her fingers touched it, she discovered that the dark brocade robe was already soaked in blood, but the color was too dark to see clearly in the dim night.

The cold, sticky touch, mixed with the pungent smell of blood, made Shen Qinghe's heart skip a beat. Her mind in turmoil, she quickly helped him remove his outer clothes, leaving him only in his inner garments.

The once pure white undergarment was now stained with bloodstains. It wasn't until she walked to the back and took off the undergarment that Shen Qinghe could see the two knife wounds on Lu Jihan's back.

One cut was slightly smaller and shorter, while the other cut penetrated three-tenths of an inch into the flesh, running from Lu Jihan's left shoulder blade down to around his right ribs.

It was absolutely shocking.

Shen Qinghe's face was pale. Instead of asking what was wrong, she quickly responded, "Master, this servant will go fetch some medicine and hot water."

After saying that, Shen Qinghe quickly ran out, first to find Lin Feng to get the medicine, and then she ran to the kitchen to get hot water.

Shen Qinghe guessed that Lu Jihan's injuries were not light, especially since he was wearing armor. The fact that he rushed to her courtyard in the middle of the night meant that he probably didn't want to make a fuss.

So Shen Qinghe didn't even tell Qing'er.

Lin Feng and his team quickly prepared the medicine and hot water.

in the room.

The candlelight flickered, casting a dim yellow light on Lu Jihan. Shen Qinghe knelt down and used a wet cloth to clean the wounds on Lu Jihan's back.

The white handkerchief was soaked with blood again and again, but Shen Qinghe washed it tirelessly, wrung it out, and her movements were clean, efficient, and gentle.

Lu Jihan lay on the daybed, unable to see Shen Qinghe's expression behind him. He only felt that her movements were gentle and calm, and she did not ask about the cause and effect. She was very sensible and knew her limits.

Lu Jihan was certain that he had made the right choice in selecting the person tonight, and his gaze fell on her elongated shadow cast by the candlelight on the wall.

After Shen Qinghe cleaned the bloodstains off Lu Jihan's back, she finally saw the true nature of the wound, which was about the length of a fingernail.

On the bronze skin, tender pink flesh curled outwards, and one could vaguely see a patch of exposed, stark white bone.

His back also bore many old scars, proving that he had earned his official position through sheer hard work on the battlefield.

Shen Qinghe was applying medicine to him when her fingertips trembled involuntarily as she touched the wound. She heard the man chuckle softly.

"What's wrong? Are you scared?"

Shen Qinghe shook her head, composed herself, and said softly, "No."

"Then why are you shaking?"

What are you still trembling about? His back looks like it's been split in two. Is it strange that a girl as weak as her is scared? Shen Qinghe thought to herself, but said sweetly, "This servant is just worried about the young marquis."

"Clever words and a flattering demeanor."

Lu Jihan didn't believe it at all.

Shen Qinghe gently stroked his arm with a shy blush, then cupped his large hands in her own, and said earnestly, "This servant cares about the young marquis as much as I love you. Even if you don't believe me, it's the truth from the bottom of my heart."

She wasn't lying; it's true that the more you care, the more you feel sorry for someone. But as for exactly how much she cared, she didn't say.

Lu Jihan tilted his head in surprise, glanced at her, and met her clear eyes. There was no guilt in her eyes, as if every word came from her heart.

Lu Jihan turned his head, suppressing the unfamiliar feeling in his heart, and said coldly, "Nonsense."

"Then please take my words as nonsense, young lord. Time will tell. I'm not in a hurry to make you believe me."

Shen Qinghe spoke in a calm tone, as if she were stating a fact.

Lu Jihan's ears turned slightly red upon hearing this. He pursed his lips and said, "I'll give you a chance. Ask whatever you want to ask. Don't beat around the bush."

Most soldiers in the barracks are straightforward and don't mince words. Sometimes their words may not be pleasant to hear, but they are easy to understand.

Lu Jihan was used to the battlefield and military camps, and he was also used to the intrigues and power struggles in the inner quarters. He preferred to be straightforward and hated beating around the bush and trying to guess people's thoughts. This was part of the reason why he was unwilling to take more wives and concubines in the past.

He told her to ask, and Shen Qinghe did just that, without any hesitation: "What's wrong, Master?"

"Two days ago, I led troops to suppress bandits, but on the way back we were attacked by the remaining forces."

Lu Jihan's voice was steady and strong; despite suffering such a serious injury, he did not appear very weak.

Shen Qinghe couldn't help but sigh inwardly. If it were Lu Huai'an, with his small frame, he would probably be lying in bed by now. Indeed, you have to find a man who is strong and has a good back, because he's useful in bed and in everyday life.

"You've worked hard, Master. If the court were full of good officials like you who serve the country and its people, we common folk could all live in peace and prosperity."

Shen Qinghe knows exactly how to please people and provides plenty of emotional value.

This tactic was very effective. Lu Jihan couldn't help but curve his thin lips into a smile, his tone carrying a faint hint of amusement: "You're the most eloquent and flattering."

No sooner had he finished speaking than his hand was taken up by someone.

Shen Qinghe cupped his large hands in hers and said earnestly, "My lord, what are you saying? These are my sincere words. With fewer bandits, the people naturally feel more at ease. A good official like the young marquis is loved and respected not only by me, but by every commoner! Hundreds of years ago, such a task as suppressing bandits would have warranted the construction of a temple to honor the young marquis!"

The little girl's voice was sweet, soft, and gentle. She was clearly flattering him with her eyes wide open, but Lu Jihan couldn't help but stare at her with her lively and cunning appearance.

"Right now, I'm only praising the young marquis a couple of times, which is already very modest. You can't expect me not to admire a heroic man like you, who stands tall and upright, can you? No way..."

Shen Qinghe was in the middle of her flattery when suddenly someone pinched her cheek, forcing her to stop abruptly, and her red lips pouted.

A pair of wide eyes stared at him. Shen Qinghe wanted to ask a question, but when she looked up, she saw that Lu Jihan's ears were red, and she immediately understood.

Shen Qinghe smiled and said with difficulty, "Young Marquis, don't be shy. Alright, alright, this servant won't say anymore."

As she spoke and laughed, Shen Qinghe gently patted his back.

That tone, like coaxing a child, made Lu Jihan's ears turn completely red. This little girl was simply overstepping her bounds!

He pressed the tip of his tongue against his cheek.

Very well, we've spoiled this girl too much, she dares to make fun of him again and again?

Shen Qinghe's cheek was released, and seeing Lu Jihan smiling instead of being angry, she keenly sensed something was wrong. She immediately cleared her throat and lowered her head somewhat guiltily: "This servant will continue to apply the medicine to Master."

After applying the medicine, she picked up a strip of cloth from the table and was about to bandage him when her wrist was suddenly tightened and she was forced onto the couch.

Lu Jihan raised an eyebrow and smiled, pinching the soft flesh of her cheek: "Now you know fear?"

Oh no, I've gone too far teasing the tiger; it's going to eat me now. Shen Qinghe met those sharp, cold eyes and swallowed nervously.

"This servant..."

Unable to think of any excuse, Shen Qinghe simply adopted a flexible approach, forcing a smile and saying, "This servant knows her mistake."

Lu Jihan affectionately pinched the soft flesh of her cheek: "What did I do wrong?"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! Please be gentle, Master." Shen Qinghe looked at him with a pitiful expression. "This servant will never make fun of you again, Master."