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

"Can't I come if I'm not hungry?" Lu Jihan said indifferently, his hands behind his back.

"That's not what I meant."

Shen Qinghe explained, and seeing that Lu Jihan showed no sign of leaving, she stepped aside to make way for him: "Please come in and talk, sir."

Lu Jihan strode into the room and sat down imposingly at the table.

Lu Jihan remained silent. Shen Qinghe poured Lu Jihan a cup of tea, and then saw Lu Jihan take out a small round box, about half the size of a palm, from his sleeve.

It was about the height of a finger joint and the size of half a palm, resembling a box containing rouge.

Then, Lu Jihan said in a cold voice, "You often go in and out of the kitchen, so it's probably common for you to burn your hand when you're distracted. This is Baiyu Jinhua Ointment, which I've heard is the most effective treatment for burns and won't leave scars."

As he spoke, Lu Jihan pushed the small round box in front of Shen Qinghe. As if realizing he had said a bit too much, he coughed lightly, covering his mouth, without looking at her.

"Give it a try."

Shen Qinghe blinked her big eyes, her gaze involuntarily falling on Lu Jihan in front of her.

She had planned to rest today and not go to work.

But judging from Lu Jihan's attitude, it seems like a great opportunity to start working.

This is a golden opportunity, don't miss it!

Shen Qinghe gently sat down, took the white jade and golden flower ointment, opened the lid, and the milky white ointment appeared before her eyes. She held it to her nose and smelled it:

"Master, this ointment must be very expensive. I've never used anything this good before."

"It's alright, as long as it works."

Lu Jihan looked at her, picked up the teacup beside him, and was taking a sip.

To his surprise, a soft, boneless hand covered the back of his hand, and her watery eyes looked at him expectantly: "Master, I've never used anything so good before, and I'm afraid it will be a waste. Please help me apply the medicine?"

"How dare you!"

Lu Jihan's tone immediately hardened. He had never done anything like this before, but this was the first time someone had ever made such a request of him: "My hands are for wielding swords and spears, for achieving great deeds. How can I apply medicine for you?"

He suddenly stood up, flicked his sleeves, straightened his back, and stood tall and proud, exuding both pride and heroism.

Shen Qinghe watched as he said those words, but stood up and didn't leave.

She mustered her courage, tugged at his sleeve, and pulled at just a corner of his clothes, saying timidly, "Master, please don't be angry. This servant... this servant just didn't want to waste your good intentions."

"That won't do either," Lu Jihan said, raising his head slightly and looking even more proud.

Just as he finished speaking, he heard a woman's delicate, slightly trembling voice coming from behind him:

"This servant doesn't want to anger you, Master, but you know my situation. I'm just a maidservant, and my monthly allowance isn't much, so I naturally have to be frugal. The medicine you buy is expensive, of course, but I... really have no choice."

"Then...you shouldn't have been so bold." Lu Jihan said, pursing his lips.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he was the one serving her.

This is utterly audacious! They actually dare to order around this young marquis?!

Even Qin Shi wouldn't dare say what Shen Qinghe just said, let alone her concubines. How dare she, a mere maidservant, speak out?

"But...but my hand really hurts a little, and the winter melon drink is so hot, I..."

The woman behind him trembled more and more, and there was a clear sobbing sound.

cry!

She cried again.

Lu Jihan's body trembled. He had some understanding of Shen Qinghe's ability to cry. Before Shen Qinghe could start wailing, he turned around and immediately pinched both of her cheeks.

His tone was cold and somewhat irritated: "Don't cry!"

"This servant...this servant doesn't want to cry, but I can't help it, my hand hurts so much."

Shen Qinghe sniffed, tears streaming down her face, and pouted as she looked at Lu Jihan: "I was just pretending to be strong..."

As Shen Qinghe cried, she began to sob. Lu Jihan, both annoyed and helpless, said, "Apply it, apply it, okay? I'll apply it for you, alright?"

"Really?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Qinghe straightened up and sobbed, looking at him with tears in her eyes.

The little girl stared at him expectantly, as if hoping he would keep his promise.

"Um."

Lu Jihan gave a heavy "hmm," released Shen Qinghe's cheek, and threatened her with a dark face, "If you cry again, I'll throw you out!"

As he said this, he grabbed the small round box and stared at it, which was only half the size of his palm, not knowing where to start.

"Give me your hand!"

Lu Jihan said coldly, grabbing Shen Qinghe's wrist and showing her reddened hand. He then used his fingertips to scoop out a large piece of white jade and golden flower ointment and applied it to her hand.

The cool, warm touch followed by his warm fingertips made Shen Qinghe involuntarily hiss.

This made Lu Jihan look up at her, pause in applying the medicine, and say in a cold tone: "If you insist on having me apply the medicine, then you'll have to bear the pain yourself."

Lu Jihan's hands were already used to holding swords and knives, and calluses had formed on his fingertips. He could easily handle any kind of weapon, such as a broadsword, a longsword, or a spear.

If the weapon is made of the best materials, it will be even heavier.

Lu Jihan had been learning martial arts since childhood, wielding swords and spears, and was already used to handling heavy objects.

Asking him to carefully apply medicine to the little girl at this moment is tantamount to asking Zhang Fei to thread a needle and embroider.

"It's alright. It's my blessing to be treated like this by Master."

Shen Qinghe bit her lower lip, thinking that the back of her hand would hurt even more, but to her surprise, his movements gradually became lighter.

Looking at Lu Jihan's expression, she tentatively asked, "Young Master said earlier that if I cried again, he would throw me out of the room. Now that I've stopped crying, can you stay in my room tonight?"

After saying that, Lu Jihan looked up, his handsome face tense: "You're pushing your luck!"

His tone was harsh, and his face looked like a demon, which was quite frightening, but Shen Qinghe had known him for a long time.

Seeing that Lu Jihan continued to apply the medicine to her even while he was talking, Shen Qinghe knew that he wasn't really angry.

Shen Qinghe gently nudged his arm: "But... isn't my duty to serve the young marquis? All these ladies and concubines in the courtyard, who wouldn't want the marquis to stay overnight? I'm the young marquis's concubine, his woman, of course I hope he stays. Whether he stays or not, I'll stay!"

Lu Jihan couldn't help but frown as he listened. She was talking about that matter, but in her mouth, it had taken on a more serious connotation of "doing one's job properly."

Lu Jihan declined, saying, "Your hand is injured, you should rest."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qinghe was not about to be dismissed with just a few words.

"Master, the hand injury won't affect anything at all. Even if I lose my hand, I have other ways."

She looked at him seriously, under Lu Jihan's intense gaze, and pulled out a small fire-avoidance book, turning to a page right in front of him:

"Look, Master! Do you like this?"

Lu Jihan's pupils contracted in shock. He could clearly see the pose of the little figure drawn on the fire-avoidance book, and his ears immediately turned red!