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

The huge circular training ground was surrounded by four wooden frames, each about the height of a person, filled with weapons—knives, spears, clubs, and all sorts of other weapons.

Most of the guards of the Zhenguo Marquis's mansion practice martial arts here, and their trainer is naturally the newly appointed military general in the court—the young marquis Lu Jihan.

The guards fought in groups, while a tall man stood to the side, shirtless and wearing only leggings, wielding a gilded silver spear that was one and a half times the height of a person, displaying incredibly skillful moves.

The bright red tassel on the spear fluttered in the wind like a raging flame, and the sharp spearhead gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

The sounds of swords clashing and scraping filled Shen Qinghe's ears, but her gaze was completely drawn to Lu Jihan wielding a long spear.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out among the guards—

"Hey! What a beautiful girl! What's with the training ground?"

"Really? I've never seen such a beautiful girl in my entire life!"

"Stop looking! Swords have no eyes!"

One of the guards, whose attention was completely drawn to Shen Qinghe during the fight, accidentally dropped his longsword, which flew towards Shen Qinghe.

"Girl, watch out!"

Shen Qinghe belatedly realized that the sword was already in front of her!

Shen Qinghe took off running, but was pulled away by a strong arm.

With a "crack," the longsword fell to the ground.

Only then did she see the bare chest so close to her, its chest slightly bulging, the hard muscles bulging, the man's extremely aggressive power bursting forth.

Arms, waist, chest—everywhere her eyes fell were muscles forged on the battlefield. Beads of sweat dripped down one side of her neck, sliding down the muscle lines and disappearing into her belt.

Shen Qinghe's throat felt a little dry, and she swallowed nervously.

She expected the food to be good, but she didn't expect it to be this good!

No wonder she made him faint last night.

No wonder the young mistresses in storybooks all liked hardworking farmhands…

They are incredibly capable.

Just then, a slight itch appeared on my forehead, as if a warm breath had brushed against it, and a deep, magnetic male voice came from above my head:

"You didn't even dodge when the sword came?"

Lu Jihan was puzzled. What was this little girl thinking?

He had no idea how close he had just been to her.

The guards over there had been looking at Shen Qinghe intently, but when they saw the young marquis hugging her, their eyes widened in astonishment.

Especially Lu Jihan's personal guard, Yun Chen, rubbed his eyes and said, "Wait a minute, isn't that person carrying the young master the young marquis?"

Lin Feng was also stunned. It was no wonder that the two of them were dumbfounded. They had followed Lu Jihan since they were young and had never seen the young marquis get so close to any woman, let alone have any physical contact or intimacy.

It's like the sun has risen in the west!

Shen Qinghe was caught peeping. Startled, she took a step back, curtsied, and said, "This servant has come to bring the young marquis a hangover soup."

She didn't dodge just now, but now she's dodging faster than a rabbit. Lu Jihan forced a sneer: "I don't need it, go back."

After saying that, Lu Jihan was about to go back to practice shooting when suddenly someone grabbed his finger.

He looked up and saw her soft hand holding his little finger and ring finger. Her bronze skin made her hand appear even whiter and more like jade, dazzling him in the sunlight.

It feels so soft...

Lu Jihan seemed to realize something, and his gaze turned cold and sharp again.

Shen Qinghe quickly released her grip, adopting a docile and quiet demeanor: "Last night, the young marquis was drunk. This hangover soup will relieve his headache and give him more energy, so he won't miss court or leading the troops in martial arts training!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Jihan thought it made some sense, and that he absolutely could not delay attending court or training troops.

He tossed the gilded silver spear onto a shelf to the side:

"Go over there."

There are curtains nearby for resting, providing shade and shelter from the rain.

Inside the curtained tent.

Shen Qing placed the food box on the table, opened the lid, and the curtain behind him was lifted by a slender arm.

Lu Jihan, shirtless, strode in, sat down forcefully, and looked at Shen Qinghe, who was bent over and busy, scrutinizing her inch by inch.

She changed into a light green dress, looking fresh and refined. She had a slender waist, a beautiful face with a rosy glow, and delicate, pink fingers that held the bowl and plate.

Lu Jihan couldn't help but recall the feeling of those hands resting on his chest last night, of her melting into his embrace. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he turned his head to stare at her, mesmerized.

She looks just like Shu'er.

No wonder he admitted his mistake yesterday, Shu'er...

Upon thinking of Qin Shu, Lu Jihan suddenly snapped back to reality, shook his head, and cleared the image from his mind.

To indulge in debauchery in broad daylight, and with women other than Shu'er—it's utterly absurd!

Shen Qinghe could sense his gaze throughout, and when she noticed him abruptly look away, she lowered her head and cautiously offered the food, saying, "Please enjoy, Young Marquis."

Lu Jihan picked up the hangover soup and drank it all in one gulp, then casually placed the bowl aside, his gaze deep and unfocused.

"At dawn, you became a member of my household, but I was in a hurry to go to court, so I forgot to tell you some of the rules."

Shen Qinghe put the bowls and plates back into the food box: "Please speak, Young Marquis."

Lu Jihan glanced at her, his tone cold: "You are not allowed to approach without permission, you are not allowed to covet the position of the main wife, and you are not allowed to have any improper thoughts about me."

The rule was unreasonable, but Lu Jihan didn't see anything wrong with it.

Over the years, he had said the same thing to all the women his grandmother and mother had put in his room—his three concubines—and had never shown favoritism to any of them.

"The rules are pretty strict, but who can blame him when he has a white moonlight in his heart!" Shen Qinghe thought to herself, but she didn't care. She didn't want his true feelings anyway.

They're after money, power, and their bodies, but never true love.

Shen Qinghe remained very serious, and replied with a smile, "This servant will remember, and will never dare to overstep the bounds."

Seeing that she was well-behaved and unlike the other wives and concubines who cried and made a fuss, Lu Jihan couldn't help but take a few more glances at her.

Shen Qinghe opened the food box, which resembled a treasure chest, and took out food from it, handing him silver chopsticks:

"I imagine the young marquis has returned from court and hasn't had breakfast yet. I've made some shrimp wontons, and I'd like to offer them to him. Would the young marquis do me the honor of trying them?"

In the thick, white broth, a few thin-skinned, generously filled wontons float, garnished with bright green scallions, and the lard on the surface gleams enticingly in the light.

Just looking at it makes my mouth water.

Lu Jihan picked up a wonton with his silver chopsticks and put it in his mouth. The expected blandness did not occur. Instead, a delicious flavor exploded in his mouth. The wonton skin was smooth and the shrimp was tender and plump.

Surprisingly delicious! Much better than what you can make in a small kitchen.

After finishing the meal in one go, Lu Jihan raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised: "How did you make this?"

Shen Qinghe answered truthfully: "I used broth made from pork bones and crucian carp. I kneaded the wonton wrappers by hand, and the filling was also handmade, so as to ensure the best taste."

"good."

Lu Jihan rarely gave a word of praise, and ate heartily with a cheerful and confident manner, finishing the entire bowl of shrimp wontons in no time.

Shen Qinghe confidently pushed another bowl in front of him: "It's been hot lately, and since you just finished eating, Young Master, you must be a little thirsty. This fresh pomegranate juice with ice is the perfect way to cool you down. Would you like to try some?"

Lu Jihan picked up the bowl and took a big gulp. His hearty manner and the cool, sweet and sour pomegranate juice dispelled much of the chill.

The food prepared by the person in front of him was very thoughtful. After eating and drinking his fill, Lu Jihan's tone softened considerably: "Did you peel and squeeze the pomegranate juice yourself, one by one?"

"Yes, sir, please use it with confidence."

Shen Qinghe answered with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Lu Jihan estimated that it would take her several hours: "You've worked hard. Would you like any reward?"

"Serving the young master is my duty. As long as you are happy, I will not feel tired."

As Shen Qinghe spoke, she quickly changed the subject, as if afraid that Lu Jihan would change his mind:

"Young Master, could you please be kind to me again tonight?"