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

"You serve the country and its people, and I will serve you in return."

A smile bloomed on Shen Qinghe's face, neither too faint nor too faint, just right—not overly enthusiastic, yet gentle:

"Since you're not sleeping, I figured you must be hungry, so I prepared some noodles."

Shen Qinghe spoke the truth, looking at him frankly, and there was not a trace of anything amiss in her eyes.

"Should I say you're honest or just being glib?"

Lu Jihan chuckled and took the silver chopsticks from her hand. The aroma of lard and scallions from the plain noodles wafted towards him.

If Shen Qinghe is honest, then why would she say something like, "My master serves the country and the people, and I serve him," which sounds obviously false?

If Shen Qinghe is touted as a smooth talker, she candidly admits that she deliberately waited for him to get hungry, without mentioning any special fate or coincidence.

Upon hearing this, Shen Qinghe took out another bowl from the food box: "Master shouldn't mind, shall I eat with you?"

It was also a bowl of plain noodles, but there were fewer noodles than in Lu Jihan's bowl, and no beef.

"Um."

Lu Jihan responded, picked up a noodle from the bowl with his silver chopsticks, and put it in his mouth.

After eating the hot soup noodles, my stomach, which had been feeling a bit uncomfortable, immediately felt much better. The taste wasn't particularly amazing, but it was very comforting.

Lu Jihan ate slowly, a rare occurrence for him. He ate one bite after another, and even after Shen Qinghe had finished eating, he was still not done.

Shen Qinghe couldn't help but look at him. She had to admit that Lu Jihan was the type who looked slim in clothes but had a muscular build when undressed.

When he was training in the martial arts field, he was shirtless and looked very strong, with bulging muscles.

Now, dressed in a brocade robe, with slender fingers holding silver chopsticks, she picks up a piece of plain white noodles and puts it into her mouth. It's a very simple action, and it's just an ordinary bowl of plain noodles.

He looked elegant and abstinent, just like a well-read scholar who had passed the imperial examination. He ate a bowl of plain noodles with the air of a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

Lu Jihan noticed her gaze: "What are you looking at?"

Shen Qinghe's gaze was drawn to him, and without any hesitation, she smiled and said, "Your Excellency is handsome."

As she spoke, Shen Qinghe propped her head up with her hand, "That's why I couldn't help but watch for a while longer."

"How dare you! You're making fun of me again?"

Lu Jihan's ears turned red as he coldly rebuked her.

Oh, oh, oh, are you pretending? Who doesn't like being complimented on their looks? Shen Qinghe appeared very obedient, and obediently stood up and bowed: "This servant was wrong, please forgive me, Master."

"That's more like proper conduct."

Lu Ji said coldly, his lips pressed down slightly.

Finally, after Lu Jihan finished eating, Shen Qinghe cleaned up the bowls and asked Lin Feng to help take them back to the kitchen.

As for herself?

Having finally managed to enter the young marquis's study openly and legitimately, there was no way he would leave so easily!

She's not stupid.

Shen Qinghe stepped forward: "Master, it's getting late, would you like to rest?"

"Okay, let's change." Lu Jihan said, opening his arms and letting Shen Qinghe help him take off his outer clothes.

Wearing only his undergarments, Lu Jihan was about to walk to the bedside to sleep when he turned his head and saw Shen Qinghe still standing beside him, causing him to frown.

Shen Qinghe looked at him, and before Lu Jihan could ask, she took the initiative to step forward and curtsy before him: "Master, this servant..."

"You need to maintain your position in front of your grandmother. Aren't two favors enough?"

Lu Jihan frowned and looked at her, asking.

The girl before him trembled slightly, her raven-feather-like eyelashes fluttering, and her voice was melodious:

"Master, it's not that I'm ungrateful, it's just that... the old lady just rewarded me with such a nice courtyard to live in today, much larger than my original one. Since the old lady has given me such a gift, I should naturally do something to repay her."

As she spoke, Shen Qinghe moved her knees forward, getting a little closer to Lu Jihan: "This servant knows her limits. Master, you only need to allow this servant to sleep in the study for one night. You don't need to do anything else. Just help this servant get through tonight."

Shen Qinghe spoke these words with a sincere expression, her clear eyes filled with earnestness and pleading.

Seeing this, Lu Jihan's heart softened, and considering the steaming bowl of plain noodles he had just eaten, Lu Jihan looked at her silently for two seconds:

"Then you may sleep in the same bed tonight, but you must not do anything improper."

Shen Qinghe quickly agreed, afraid that he would change his mind: "Yes, this servant will definitely remember your instructions, Master."

Lu Jihan lay down fully clothed and had just pulled the blanket over himself when the lights in the room dimmed and the candle was extinguished.

Then a warm and soft woman, like a little rabbit, crawled into his bed.

Lu Jihan froze, then lowered his eyes.

Shen Qinghe crawled out of bed like a hamster, her face bare and without makeup, blinking twice: "What's wrong, Young Master?"

Shen Qinghe was standing too close to him, and the girl's delicate fragrance uncontrollably wafted over him, making it hard for Lu Jihan to look away.

It smells so good and is so soft.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Shen Qinghe softly called out again, "Master?"

Lu Jihan snapped out of his daze, turned his head, and stared straight at the bed, lying perfectly straight without glancing at Shen Qinghe beside him: "Rest, don't make any noise."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

As Shen Qinghe spoke, she lay down and remained quiet for a short while.

The woman's sweet fragrance lingered around Lu Jihan's nose, and for some reason, he suddenly felt a little hot.

It must be because the weather is too hot.

Lu Jihan closed his eyes, about to fall asleep, when a sudden chill on his feet made him instinctively open his eyes.

"you!"

Lu Jihan turned his head and glared at her, only to be met with Shen Qinghe's smiling face, and... her casually open collar.

He was much taller than Shen Qinghe. With a slight tilt of his head, from his angle, he could see the beautiful, snow-white scenery below her neckline.

Shen Qinghe was turned to the side, facing him directly. Because of this position, the soft flesh of her chest was squeezed and pushed against the open neckline, almost bursting out.

It's as if it will pop out from the collar at the next glance.

Lu Jihan felt a tightening in his lower abdomen, his whole body felt even hotter, his throat was a little dry, and his face was as dark as ink.

"Get out of here, sir?"

Shen Qinghe in front of him seemed oblivious, her cold little feet rubbing against his feet.

Shen Qinghe said ingratiatingly, "My feet are naturally cold. Even in the sweltering summer, they never get warm before I go to sleep. You, sir, are a martial artist, and your feet are always warm. Please let me get a good night's sleep, sir?"

As she said this, Shen Qinghe yawned twice, but didn't stop moving her feet.

As their delicate, soft skin rubbed together, Lu Jihan's throat became incredibly dry. He stared at Shen Qinghe, about to say something.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Lu Jihan raised his hand, Shen Qinghe immediately pulled him into her arms, using her soft breasts to rub against Lu Jihan's arm through his thin undergarment.

It was as if his arm was wrapped up.

Shen Qinghe's eyes were alluring: "Master, do you feel my heart flutter?"