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

Seeing Lu Jihan oblivious to her presence and enjoying his meal, Shen Qinghe's hand, which had just taken a new spoon out of the food box, trembled.

My hand froze in mid-air, unsure whether I should hand it over or not.

Lu Jihan noticed her gaze and lifted his eyelids slightly: "What are you looking at?"

Shen Qinghe's lips parted slightly, but she still decided to remind him, "I've already used the spoon in your hand, Master. Would you please get me a new one?"

Lu Jihan frowned slightly, looking at her with obvious confusion. "Am I that delicate?"

Shen Qinghe pursed her lips: "That's not what I meant."

"You are my mistress. If the master disliked you, he wouldn't eat the food you sent."

Lu Jihan understood her surprise perfectly well, but he was even more indifferent.

He was used to living and eating in the military camp, where he shared meals with the soldiers. On the battlefield, food and supplies were of paramount importance; when a battle broke out, being able to eat was more important than anything else.

Why bother with all the formalities?

Shen Qinghe was speechless after hearing his words and didn't know what to say for a moment. She quickly changed the subject: "I added some nourishing medicinal herbs to the fish soup with wine. It has the effect of warming the stomach and promoting blood circulation. If you are going to patrol at night, you can have some."

"Not bad." Lu Jihan scooped up a bowl of fish soup, took a big gulp, and noticed that she didn't look up, rarely appearing speechless.

Lu Jihan's lips curled into a subtle smile. "Alright, I've finished eating. You can go back now. It's too late; don't go out alone."

"I understand, but I'm a little worried about you, Master. I won't do it again."

Shen Qinghe pondered his words, discerning their meaning, and looked up at him expectantly: "It's very late, and I'm a little scared..."

Her voice was soft, not particularly charming, but when Lu Jihan met her slightly red, clear eyes and looked at the food in front of him, each one clearly the result of painstaking preparation, he could tell.

Even though he was still somewhat angry, Lu Jihan couldn't bring himself to be ruthless. "Scared and yet rushed out? No servants or maids with you??"

"Qing'er has gone to sleep. Fang Yu has been working hard all day with the servants who were repairing the kitchen, so I've let them rest early."

Shen Qinghe reached out, her fingertips slowly climbing up his tight sleeve, blinking her big eyes: "Master, I'm scared."

"It's so late at night, and the dew is heavy. I'm not very familiar with the roads. If I get lost, I might not be able to find my way back to the manor until dawn..."

"If I encounter any more villains or malicious individuals on the road, then my life..."

Her big eyes grew redder and redder as she spoke, and tears were about to fall.

Lu Jihan pinched the bridge of his nose, stood up, and scooped her up: "Stay close to me."

After saying that, Lu Jihan strode away, carrying a lantern.

Upon seeing this, Shen Qinghe immediately chased after him, calling out, "Master, wait for me!"

As soon as he shouted these words, the tall figure in front of him slowed down, and his long strides became smaller.

Shen Qinghe jogged to catch up, but it was still a bit of a struggle; how could she possibly keep up with him?

When will this person stop being so inexplicably angry?

Or is he just a clueless blockhead?

"I can't take it anymore, Master, slow down!" Shen Qinghe gasped as she called out to him.

Upon hearing the soft, panting voice, Lu Jihan stiffened and slowed his pace considerably.

Shen Qinghe could keep up with him quickly, but this pace was quite tiring for her.

She hadn't been following Lu Jihan for long when she became breathless and could only grab a corner of his cloak from behind, saying, "Master, wait..."

Before she could finish speaking, Lu Jihan turned around and shoved the lantern into her hand.

Shen Qinghe dared not move: ? ? He's not going to abandon us halfway through, is he? ? That's too much! After all, she'd been pretending for so long!

Suddenly, Shen Qinghe felt light all over, and before she knew it, she had been picked up and carried horizontally.

Shen Qinghe nestled obediently in his arms, not daring to move. Even through his armor, she could hear the steady heartbeat in his chest.

She tentatively called out, "Master..."

"By the time you get there, it will be almost dawn," Lu Jihan said, his words sounding disdainful, and his tone suggesting disdain as well.

But Lu Jihan didn't loosen his grip on her at all; in fact, he held her even tighter.

"Well... thank you very much, sir," Shen Qinghe said dryly.

It was completely unexpected for her. She had only planned to have Lu Jihan take her back once, since the journey was so long and it was late at night.

The streets were quiet and deserted. A lone man and woman would inevitably have some thoughts of that kind of thing, and it would be easier for her to act on them when they were alone.

Maybe this will calm Lu Jihan down and make him go to her room tomorrow, since the baby hasn't been born yet!

Who knew that she would end up in his arms without his knowledge, and be carried all the way back to the Marquis's mansion by him.

The man's strong arms were wrapped around her waist and legs, and she could hear his steady, powerful heartbeat. Shen Qinghe felt a little tense.

Being so close made her unsure of what to say.

The two pairs of reddened ears made them tacitly remain silent all the way to the entrance of the Marquis's mansion.

Lu Jihan put her down and turned to leave when his little finger was hooked.

He knew without even thinking that only this shameless little girl in the Manhou Mansion would have the guts to do this.

Lu Jihan turned his head to look over. "What is it?"

Shen Qinghe stared intently at him, her voice soft and gentle, with a hint of breathlessness: "Is Master returning to the manor tomorrow?"

These words sound subtle, but between the two of them, especially after Lu Jihan learned about her personality, there was absolutely no subtlety in them.

She was breathing softly, her red lips opening and closing, full and alluring, soft and warm.

Her eyes were fixed on him, filled with an innate tenderness.

Lu Jihan's throat tightened.

Yes... it's been a while since I've touched her.

With such a beautiful woman before him, he couldn't help but feel a little tempted, but then he remembered his official duties and the belt he had worn earlier.

Lu Jihan's gaze turned slightly cold: "We'll see tomorrow."

After saying that, he turned and strode away.

Shen Qinghe was left standing in the wind, bewildered.

No, what on earth made him angry for so long?

Shen Qinghe understood perfectly well that although Lu Jihan had been protecting her and spoiling her recently, he hadn't stayed overnight in her courtyard for a long time.

When she first wanted to serve him in bed, it was difficult, even though he was a man of integrity, but it was different now. She could still find a way if she tried hard.

Shen Qinghe watched his retreating figure, knowing perfectly well that if she wanted to consummate the marriage again, she first needed to figure out what Lu Jihan was really angry about.

A moment later, Shen Qinghe carried the lantern back to her residence to rest.

Soon, news that Lu Jihan had escorted Shen Qinghe back to the mansion reached Fuhua Hall.