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

Shen Qinghe thought about the frustrating things in her past life, and immediately squeezed out two tears, wiping them with a silk handkerchief, but in reality, she didn't want to wipe away a single tear.

The woman's cries were delicate and melodious, and even an ordinary man would feel sorry for her if he didn't cry out loud.

Lu Jihan frowned deeply, feeling extremely annoyed: "No matter how loudly you cry, it won't help."

For the sake of having offspring, she had one wife and three concubines, resorting to all sorts of tricks. He didn't even have the heart to glance at them, but he didn't expect that his grandmother still hadn't given up.

Shen Qinghe sniffled heavily, her whole body trembling with sobs:

"This servant... has been by the old lady's side since I was a child. If I were to be kicked out, I wouldn't even have a place to stay. I would be all alone..."

In his frustration, Lu Jihan found it all utterly absurd.

Lu Jihan, born into the Zhenguo Marquis's family, is proficient in both literature and martial arts. He is now a third-rank general. Not to mention ordinary women, even his wives and concubines are not afraid of him.

The first person in history to dare cry like this in front of his door and pour out their misery is truly unprecedented.

Lu Jihan's handsome face darkened considerably, and he rubbed his temples: "Even if you cry five notes higher, it won't help."

The words had barely left his mouth when the woman beside him indeed raised her sobs several notches:

"I am indeed a woman of ill fate, destined to wander the world. If I had known this would happen, I would have preferred to become a nun..."

She was crying so loudly that the entire Zhenguo Marquis's mansion could hear her.

Lu Jihan's face was ashen, as if covered with frost. He strode to the bedside, grabbed her chin, and forced out a few words through gritted teeth:

"Don't cry!"

He was used to leading troops into battle, sweating and bleeding but not shedding tears. He hated women crying and wailing the most, and he had already reached his limit of patience.

Unfortunately, this was something he did while drunk, a mistake he made himself.

His killing intent and ferocity were honed on the battlefield; they were genuine. When his face turned dark, he looked like the King of Hell from a storybook.

Shen Qinghe was genuinely taken aback. With his cheeks pinched, she dared not speak but only breathe. Suddenly, a small snot bubble blew out.

It exploded with a loud crack.

Her face flushed red, like a rabbit blushing.

Lu Jihan was amused by her words, his expression softened, and he relented, saying:

"The matter of having offspring is beyond our control, but you can rest assured that since I have taken your body, I will not abandon you. We will move to the Bamboo Garden this afternoon."

Shen Qinghe nodded obediently, without crying or making a fuss.

Seeing how obedient she was, Lu Jihan finally let go of her hand, quickly put on his clothes, and went to court.

As soon as he left, Shen Qinghe felt a sense of relief. With Lu Jihan's words, she had a pass and could move in with a clear conscience.

Shen Qinghe rummaged around on the bed and found the handkerchief that she had secretly placed there.

Although the concubines didn't care about these things, having this made it easier to report to the old lady.

Having been reborn, she had to be more cautious.

Soon, a maid brought a bucket of hot water to the side room. Shen Qinghe remembered that the maid was Qing'er, the water-boiling maid of the Marquis's mansion.

In his past life, he saved Shen Qinghe's life in a fire, but unfortunately, he also died in the fire.

When she saw Qing'er, her eyes immediately reddened: "Qing'er..."

"Sister He?" Qing'er looked at her blankly. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing," Shen Qinghe quickly said, as long as the person is still alive.

Qing'er, with her round face and smiling eyes, said, "Then I'll help you wash up, sister!"

Shen Qinghe secretly made up her mind that she would definitely save Qing'er in this lifetime.

After washing up, Shen Qinghe stuffed the handkerchief into her sleeve and went to the old lady's courtyard to report back.

In her past life, Shen Yun'er was not favored by Lu Jihan. Not to mention serving him, she couldn't even enter Lu Jihan's bedroom. When she returned the next day, she was scolded by the old lady for being useless.

Shen Yun'er had a strong sense of self-respect, and she tried her best to seduce Lu Jihan, but he remained unmoved and even became disgusted with her.

After losing the protection of the old lady, she was arbitrarily targeted and tormented by Lu Jihan's wives and concubines. Shen Qinghe successfully served Lu Huai'an on the first night and gained the old lady's favor. It was probably from that time that the seed of jealousy was planted in Shen Yun'er's heart.

As soon as she entered the courtyard, Shen Qinghe saw a pink figure standing outside Yuhe Hall.

Shen Yun'er wore a pink dress with sheer fabric draped over her arms. Her beautiful face was flushed, her lips were full and pink, and her eyes and brows exuded the charm of someone who had just experienced love. She was alluring.

Shen Qinghe raised an eyebrow. It seemed that this time, she wouldn't be scolded by the old lady. Well, Lu Huai'an was never one to behave himself.

Although he only had one principal wife and three concubines in his previous life, he kept countless others outside the mansion. Shen Qinghe had to clean up a lot of messes for him, especially those in brothels and taverns.

Seeing Shen Qinghe in her simple light green dress, Shen Yun'er's eyes lit up, and she immediately swayed her hips as she walked over:

"Sister, you look so pale. Could it be because of last night...? I heard the young marquis had a huge outburst!"

She had gone to great lengths to inquire early in the morning and learned that the young Marquis of Zhuyuan had gotten drunk yesterday and was unpredictable, causing many servants to suffer the consequences, and he hadn't even called for water once.

Given Lu Jihan's cold and ruthless demeanor in her previous life, she was certain that Shen Qinghe would never be able to successfully serve him in bed.

Even Shen Yun'er couldn't seduce this man, so how did Shen Qinghe manage to? Was it because she was all looks and no brains?

Thinking of the cold treatment and humiliation she had suffered in the past, all of it would fall on Shen Qinghe in this life, and she would become the wife of the Grand Secretary. Shen Yun'er almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Shen Qinghe wanted nothing more than to strangle her right then and there, but remembering her current predicament, she could only clench her fists and force a smile, saying, "Little sister, you must have successfully served the emperor, right? You seem to be in a good mood!"

"Ah..." Shen Yun'er covered her mouth in surprise, and scolded playfully, "Sister, I won't say anything. But with your looks, you're sure to win over the young marquis. As for my good mood, it's all because of a dream I had yesterday."

Shen Yun'er's gaze fell on Shen Qinghe, scrutinizing her.

"Oh? What dream made my sister so happy?" Shen Qinghe pretended not to know, even though she knew the answer.

"I dreamt..." Shen Yun'er leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "I became the Prime Minister's wife!"

As she spoke, she stood tall and proud, her eyebrows dancing with a triumphant air, like a rooster with its tail held high.

"Then I wish my sister all her dreams come true."

Shen Qinghe listened, sneering inwardly, "Fool!"

Shen Yun'er naively believed that a playboy would suddenly wake up and see the light, thinking that would be some kind of wonderful life.

In her past life, if she hadn't raised him like a son, constantly reminding and urging him on, how could Lu Huai'an have had such a future?

She had to outwit and outmaneuver Lu Huai'an's wives and concubines, please the old lady, endure Lu Huai'an's disgust and aversion, and deal with the entanglements of other women outside. She was worse off than a rat in a bellows, suffering from all three.