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

That girl seemed quite angry just now.

Thinking about this gave Lu Jihan a headache. He rubbed his temples but couldn't figure out what to do.

Lin Feng was completely bewildered. "Sir, what's wrong?"

Lu Jihan didn't speak, but shot him a sharp look, and Lin Feng immediately dared not say anything.

After only a few words to Qing'er, Lin Feng turned around and saw that his young master's face was still ashen and extremely ugly.

Lin Feng tentatively asked, "Sir, do you have official business tonight? Shall we return to the study?"

Lu Jihan glared at him again.

Lin Feng was even more confused and innocently asked, "You came out of Qinghe's room yourself, so why are you angry? You can't just go back in, can you?"

He muttered to himself, but it didn't escape Lu Jihan's ears.

What's the point of him going back at this time?

Besides, whether that little girl will let him into the room or not is another matter entirely!

Lu Jihan rubbed his temples: "Never mind, let's go to the study!"

As soon as Qing'er returned to her room, she told Shen Qinghe about Lu Jihan's strange reaction.

Upon hearing this, Shen Qinghe quickly had Qing'er describe Lu Jihan's strange reaction in detail, and finally figured out what was causing his anger.

No, it's just a belt!

He's been angry for over ten days?

As for?

What a cheapskate!

What's more, he himself didn't understand the situation and got angry for no reason.

Qing'er also realized what was happening and asked, "Sister, Master will be coming tonight, right?"

"Who cares if he comes over or not," Shen Qinghe said, secretly calculating in her mind.

Lu Jihan was baffled by this outburst, but he suddenly realized that even if she went to cry, she would only gain two more bronze mirrors.

Regardless, to Lu Jihan now, she is mostly just a novelty. No matter how much he favors her, it will only be a fleeting moment of glory.

She's as thin as a sheet of paper; she seems fine most of the time, but if something happens, there's no one you can rely on.

Unless she truly enters Lu Jihan's heart, not seeking his love, but only hoping that he will always remember her.

Only in this way will she have the means to fight back, no matter who her opponent is in the future—whether it's her mistress, Madam Qin, or the Lady of the Marquis.

This misunderstanding is a good opportunity.

It's good that she's taking the initiative to approach him now, but it won't leave a deep impression on Lu Jihan.

A high-ranking general like him is surrounded by admirers, so if you want him to remember you, you can't just go along with him.

Having made up her mind, Shen Qinghe packed her things, took her embroidery basket, and went out.

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In the study.

Lu Jihan sat upright at the desk, holding an official document in one hand and a writing brush in the other.

His gaze lingered on the official document, as if he were deep in thought.

As he ground ink in the breeze, he watched helplessly as more than a dozen drops of ink dripped from the brush, but his young master showed no intention of putting pen to paper.

Lin Feng couldn't help but remind him, "Master... it's been a whole incense stick's time, and you haven't finished reading any of them! If you're tired or exhausted, you should rest early! Staying up like this every day isn't good for your health."

Lu Jihan suddenly came to his senses, and the words on the Xuan paper changed from the three characters "Shen Qinghe" to a proper official document.

His brow, which had been furrowed like a small mountain, relaxed slightly.

How could he be so confused as to mistake every word on the official document for that little girl's name?

Lu Jihan rubbed his temples, finally putting down his calligraphy brush. "Go check next door, see if she... is asleep?"

"Yes."

As Lin Feng spoke, he hurriedly turned to leave, but before he had taken two steps, he was stopped by Lu Jihan.

"With the Thousand Buddhas Festival approaching, she...she should be busy making Buddha statues. Never mind, don't bother her."

As Lu Jihan spoke, he picked up his brush again and opened the official document.

Lin Feng walked back, looking completely bewildered.

An hour later, Lin Feng saw that his lord had only read three official documents and had not written anything about the fourth one for a long time.

No, no, Master usually reviews more than twenty official documents in an hour. This is less than a fifth of his usual capacity. What's going on?

Lin Feng was worried and reached out to feel Lu Jihan's forehead temperature. She was even more puzzled: "There's nothing wrong with this, is there? No fever or cold! Why don't we ask the royal physician to take a look? This can't go on like this."

Lu Jihan snapped out of his daze. Even without Lin Feng saying anything, he frowned as he looked at the three official documents he had just finished reviewing.

Lu Jihan simply put the writing brush and official documents aside: "Don't bother going to see the imperial physician. Go next door and see if she's rested yet."

"Yes, I'll go right away." Lin Feng was still thinking about calling the royal physician, and only after absentmindedly agreeing did he realize what his young master had said:

"ah??"

Lu Jihan pondered, "I remember there used to be two glass lamps in the bamboo garden warehouse that were tributes from Java?"

Lin Feng snapped out of his reverie, "Yes, it was a gift from the Emperor to you two years ago. You sent one to the Old Madam's courtyard, and there should be one left now."

"Take the pair of cards to the storeroom and deliver one to her."

As Lu Jihan spoke, he stood up, put his hands behind his back, and paced back and forth as if pondering some unsolvable problem: "And there's the agate luminous pearl in the storeroom, for lighting."

As he spoke, Lu Jihan turned his gaze to his desk: "She copied the blood sutra before, so send her a pair of the finest writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones from the storeroom."

After saying that, he met Lin Feng's astonished gaze. Lu Jihan's expression became unnatural for a moment, then he said with a stern face, "What are you looking at? I don't like blind people!"