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

"But it's Miss Qinghe..."

Lin Feng hesitated for a moment, wanting to plead for her, since he had eaten her food and felt indebted to her.

Moreover, Qinghe is a good person.

Lu Jihan shot him a sharp glare: "Why don't you go keep her company?"

For some reason, Lin Feng felt that his life was in danger, so he quickly closed his eyes.

Lin Feng walked out, somewhat dejected, and explained Lu Jihan's words to Shen Qinghe.

Shen Qinghe had expected this. "Thank you, Guard Linfeng."

"I'll wait here." Shen Qinghe looked into the tent.

As the autumn wind blew, the tents were blown open slightly, and through the gaps, Shen Qinghe saw that tall and broad figure.

He seemed to notice her gaze as well, his sword-like eyes coldly fixed on her.

Then, he proudly raised his head and refused to look at her.

Shen Qinghe had a bit of a headache; this person was really inexplicable.

Could it be because her belt was embroidered too ugly?

Not at all; he didn't look disgusted when he saw it.

Shen Qinghe had no clue what to do, so she simply waited outside.

Unexpectedly, not long after, the tall man came out of the tent, but he didn't even glance at Shen Qinghe as he passed by.

What is a military camp?

Throughout the year, let alone girls, you might not even see a female animal. This time, the soldiers not only saw a girl, but also a very beautiful one.

In an instant, Shen Qinghe attracted the attention of most of the soldiers.

"Wow, that girl... she's really beautiful. I've never seen anyone so pretty in my life."

"Of course! Don't you even know who she's looking for? Judging from the way General Linfeng was talking to her just now, she's most likely one of the Marquis's men!"

"No wonder, no wonder she's so beautiful...it makes my heart itch."

He overheard the conversation of the soldiers, and Lu Jihan stood imposingly before them, his voice cold and sharp as he rebuked, "What are you all looking at?!"

The soldiers immediately fell silent in fright, but their eyes still couldn't help but turn to Shen Qinghe.

Lu Jihan then turned his gaze to Shen Qinghe, who was not far behind him.

She was sitting on a rock, dressed in thin clothes. Lu Jihan, with a stern face, snorted coldly, "What kind of decorum is it for a young lady to sit on a rock?"

After saying that, he casually tossed a small wooden stool used by the army into Shen Qinghe's view.

Along with it floated down, the crimson cloak that had been removed from Lu Jihan's body also drifted down.

Lu Jihan stood in front of her, glanced at her, and without giving her a chance to speak, threw his things down and left.

Shen Qinghe pursed his lips, suppressing a laugh, and sat obediently on the small stool. The cloak draped over him seemed to carry the warmth of his body.

It's quite warm.

For the rest of the afternoon, Lu Jihan didn't look at her or speak to her, focusing entirely on training the soldiers, as if he had forgotten about Shen Qinghe behind him.

Shen Qinghe propped her face up with her hand, staring wide-eyed at Lu Jihan's retreating figure. She had never seen soldiers training before!

After all, it was difficult for her to even leave the Marquis's residence, let alone enter the military camp.

The formation of tens of thousands of people stretched far into the distance, so far that Shen Qinghe couldn't see them clearly. From a distance, their heads appeared as tiny black dots the size of fingernails.

Lu Jihan stood in front of the formation, dressed in both civil and military attire, exuding a sharp yet restrained aura. Despite the seemingly contradictory qualities, they seemed perfectly natural on him.

In a daze, she seemed to see a spirited young general on the battlefield.

The wind grew stronger, and dark clouds rolled in from the sky, gathering continuously.

Lu Jihan, who was training his soldiers, had already circled around to the very end of the formation of tens of thousands of people, at least three or four miles away from the camp.

Lu Jihan decisively announced a rest day, and the soldiers scattered like birds and beasts, all seeking shelter from the rain.

By the time Lu Jihan ran back in his heavy armor, large raindrops were already pouring down.

"Master, the umbrella!" Yun Chen ran over, holding an enormous oil-paper umbrella.

Lu Jihan looked closely and saw that slender, crimson figure was still outside the tent!

He reached out and pulled open Yun Chen's umbrella, then ran over quickly.

Shen Qinghe was using her cloak to shield herself from the rain when suddenly her wrist was tightened, and she was forcibly dragged into the tent.

The man's low, angry voice boomed, "You didn't even know to take shelter from the rain?!"

Shen Qinghe blinked her eyes and looked at him sincerely as she replied, "Master said I wasn't allowed into the tent, and I'm very obedient to you."

Lu Jihan felt as if he had punched a ball of cotton. Instead of venting his anger, he sank in, and the cotton easily dissipated his rage.

"Now that you're listening, you're actually being obedient."

Lu Jihan replied coldly, "Why didn't you go back when I told you to?"

Shen Qinghe replied honestly, "This servant wishes to see you, sir."

Yes, she didn't use any fancy words or poetry to express herself, and she wasn't subtle at all. It was just a simple sentence, two words—"I want to see you."

If it were the former, Lu Jihan could pretend to scold her for being pretentious.

But her single word left Lu Jihan speechless for a moment.

"Didn't we just see each other last night?"

Lu Jihan asked, staring at her, "What sweet talk are you using to win people over now?"

"Every word I say is from the bottom of my heart," Shen Qinghe said earnestly, her eyes showing no trace of guilt.

That's the truth. As for why I wanted to see him, there's no need to elaborate.

Of course, it's for the birth quota that the old lady specified!

"Truth or dare again." Lu Jihan said, clearly disbelieving, as he removed the cloak from her. "You're always telling the truth."

It was obviously sarcastic and unsettling.

Little did she know, Shen Qinghe didn't rush to explain. Instead, she looked at him earnestly, her small hand grasping his large one: "Then how can you make me believe you, Master? Shall I offer my heart as proof?"

Lu Jihan was taken aback by her question.

Why isn't she playing by the rules?

He was a typical military general, born into the family of a marquis of Zhenguo. He was skilled in both literature and military strategy, and his achievements in actual combat were well-known. Countless young ladies in the entire city of Chang'an admired him.

Most of them were so frightened by his chilling, murderous aura that resembled that of Yama, that they only dared to observe from afar.

Even if a few of them were bold enough to give handkerchiefs, jade pendants, etc., they all used the subtle language found in poems and songs.

But none of them spoke as bluntly, so nakedly, and so unguardedly as Shen Qinghe in front of them.

"I don't understand what nonsense you're spouting." Lu Jihan simply didn't answer and turned his head away, seemingly looking for something.

It was only when he turned around that Shen Qinghe noticed his bright red ears.

Lu Jihan looked left and right, then took a thin wool blanket from the side and tossed it into her arms.

"Wear it, otherwise you'll catch a cold and then try to extort money from me again."

Shen Qinghe was wrapped in a wool blanket, and the two were silent for a moment.

She took out the food: "Master, you've been busy all afternoon, have something to eat! It's some cold food, perfect."

To his surprise, Lu Jihan glanced at her and asked, "Has Grandmother already eaten?"

Before Shen Qinghe could answer, he continued, "Take it back. It's not for me alone. I don't want it."