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

Shen Qinghe went directly to the kitchen, grabbed some simple food, and sent it back to Lu Jihan.

Upon entering the courtyard, one would find that the tall man had already come out of the room and was practicing martial arts in the courtyard, holding a long spear.

His upper body was bare, and the white strips of cloth wrapped around his body were very conspicuous.

But even more striking than the strip of cloth were the red marks on Lu Jihan's bronze skin on his back.

Shen Qinghe looked at it and suddenly felt a little guilty, because it was something she had left behind last night when she couldn't control herself.

She...she had no choice.

Having a good physique is a great advantage for a military general, and having good physical strength is also a great advantage. The problem is that military generals, especially men like Lu Jihan who have been celibate for more than 20 years, are like an old house.

Those kinds of things happen in the blink of an eye when an old house catches fire.

No matter how proper or abstinent a man is in normal times, once he gets into bed, he becomes a mad beast.

He's too strong, so it's no wonder she hit him a couple of times from behind, right?

As Shen Qinghe was thinking, the people in the courtyard soon noticed her presence.

A man's cold voice, tinged with slight panting, reached Lu Jihan, who sheathed his spear and tossed it neatly onto the weapon rack beside him: "What are you standing there for? Trying to starve me?"

How could I dare? Aren't I just afraid he'll settle scores later? Shen Qinghe's face looked normal, but as soon as she stepped forward, she met Lu Jihan's sharp gaze.

Shen Qinghe placed the food box on the table, and while taking out the food from the box, she explained, "Young Marquis is wise and brave, and he wields his spear with unparalleled skill. I couldn't help but admire him, so I watched for a while."

The woman's eyebrows and eyes were shy and bashful, and the corners of her eyes were upturned. Her charming demeanor was unconsciously revealed in her eyes, and Lu Jihan was somewhat mesmerized.

He couldn't help but recall her seductive manner as she cried and screamed last night. It was the first time he had experienced such ecstasy, and he even felt as if he had kissed her in a daze. Lu Jihan clenched his fist on the table.

He then covered his mouth and coughed lightly: "Behave yourself. Don't have any improper thoughts about me. If you do your duty, I won't remember what I promised you. That's fine."

Shen Qinghe never imagined that her casual, flattering lie would be so easily believed by Lu Jihan, who then took it so seriously.

Tsk. He wasn't this cold-faced last night. Men are all the same, Shen Qinghe thought to herself, while outwardly replying obediently and politely:

"Yes, I understand. So, Master... will you be coming again tonight?"

There's nothing else, he's just eating really well, and that's why he won't sleep unless he's feeling well.

Moreover, she had to strike while the iron was hot with the old lady; time was tight and the task was heavy.

Lu Jihan glanced at her: "We'll see."

"Yes."

Shen Qinghe took out some food from the food box. This morning was very simple, just congee and side dishes: "Master is injured, and there are many ingredients that are not suitable for you to eat now. I will make more for you after your injury has healed."

After saying that, she brought out a bowl of medicine. It looked dark and the bitter smell of the medicine was overwhelming.

"There's still medicine. I need to take my medicine before I can eat."

Lu Jihan wasn't an unreasonable person, nor did he necessarily want to eat anything different, until he saw that bowl of dark, black herbal soup being pushed in front of him.

His handsome face tightened, as if covered with frost, making him even more frightening than when he appeared at her door after being injured the night before.

Lu Jihan's jawline was taut, and he clenched his fists. "I don't need it."

It was that phrase again. Ever since her first night at the Bamboo Garden, Shen Qinghe had heard "He doesn't need it" so many times that she was sick of it.

Shen Qinghe was genuinely taken aback. She thought to herself that she hadn't done anything wrong or said anything wrong, so she shouldn't have angered this ancestor, right?

Could it be that the weather is too hot and you have no appetite, and you don't want to eat congee?

Surely not? We've always heard that the young master of the Zhenguo Marquis's mansion is a man of great integrity and uprightness. We've never heard of Lu Jihan being picky about food in the mansion.

On the contrary, the servants all knew that the young marquis was the least likely to use his status to oppress others and was the most easy-going master.

As Shen Qinghe hesitated, her gaze shifted and she noticed his slightly red earlobes. If he didn't want to eat, he didn't have to. Why was he so shy?

Could it be!?

A thought flashed through her mind, and Shen Qinghe's gaze fell on the bowl of medicine.

With such a tall and slender build, is he afraid of taking medicine?

Shen Qinghe was truly taken aback and almost burst out laughing. "Could it be that the dignified... young marquis of the Zhenguo Marquis's mansion, the renowned rising star of the court, the young and first-rate military general Lu Jihan, is acting like a child, refusing to take his medicine?"

Her words made Lu Jihan's ears turn bright red, like a tiger whose tail had been grabbed. He quickly gripped her chin and gritted his teeth, saying:

"You dare to make fun of me, huh?"

His hands were long and wide, and he held her in his palm. Her face was already oval, but now it looked even smaller in his hands, only the size of his palm.

Shen Qinghe was holding back her laughter, but when she saw his embarrassed and angry expression, she burst out laughing.

The little girl's face was in his palm, giggling, as if the angrier he got, the happier she laughed.

From the very beginning, this girl has been incredibly audacious in making fun of him, and she's been teasing him ever since last night, showing absolutely no fear of him.

Lu Jihan had never been provoked like this before.

What's more, she's just a young girl. His wives and concubines all doted on him, yet they also looked up to him in fear. But she was different!

Lu Jihan pinched her chin, moving closer to her. "Don't laugh!"

"Alright, alright, I won't laugh anymore, this servant will stop laughing."

As soon as Shen Qinghe finished speaking, she saw Lu Jihan's serious expression, which seemed even more solemn than when he was going to the battlefield, and she laughed again.

"I said stop laughing!" Lu Jihan was amused by her, wishing he could teach her a lesson so she would never dare to ride on his neck again.

The more he cared, the more Shen Qinghe couldn't help but laugh, which made him even more embarrassed and angry—it was a vicious cycle.

The girl in front of me had such a bright smile, like the sun in the sky, without the slightest fear.

Shen Qinghe finished laughing, pursed her lips tightly, blinked her big eyes, and looked like she was about to irritate him: "This servant was wrong."

Lu Jihan gave her a cold look but didn't say anything. How could he, a dignified young marquis, be ridiculed like this by a mere maid?

Shen Qinghe tugged at his sleeve: "Master, I was wrong~"

She looked at his face, then tentatively poked his arm. "Sir? Are you really angry?"

Lu Jihan remained silent, neither speaking nor looking at Shen Qinghe, and silently drank the bowl of porridge.

This guy is really angry. Shen Qinghe thought about it and felt a headache coming on. She knew from the beginning that Lu Jihan was never the type to be harsh on his servants; he was the most lenient with them.

Otherwise, she wouldn't dare to tease any other master like that.

"Don't be angry anymore, I won't laugh anymore. I just thought... I thought it was cute too."

Shen Qinghe blinked her eyes, looking at him innocently and sincerely.