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

Fu Hua Tang.

"Madam, just as you predicted, Wu Xiaoniang couldn't sit still any longer and went straight to Madam Chen's courtyard," Hongxing reported truthfully.

"However, this servant does not understand why you did not let Wu Xiaoniang know yesterday that it was the young marquis who escorted Shen Qinghe back to the marquis's mansion? Letting Wu Xiaoniang foolishly run into him would be like an egg hitting a rock."

Madam Qin slowly copied the Buddhist scriptures, raising an eyebrow: "She's just stupid, blindly following others. She heard a few words from the servants and thought she could bring down Shen Qinghe, so she came running over to complain without investigating anything. I wouldn't even bother using such a stupid knife."

"But Madam, aren't we supposed to help her bring down Shen Qinghe?" Hongxing asked, puzzled.

Madam Qin glanced at her and said, "I have never said that I would help anyone. It is their own ability to win their husbands' favor. It has nothing to do with me. This time, I don't really like the child in Shen Qinghe's belly. Since I can't do anything myself, I can only spread the news. Naturally, there will be plenty of people who will take action."

As Qin wrote, she smiled with satisfaction at her handwriting: "It would be better if we could get rid of them. But even if Shen Qinghe's child is born, it will still have to call me 'Mother,' so we can just sit back and watch the show."

-

"Sister, how are you?"

Green Sleeves pulled Green Ivy aside to talk, and looking at the scars and bruises all over Green Ivy's arms, she couldn't stop crying.

Chen glanced at the two sisters in the corner: "Your sister is doing very well. You'd better listen to me, otherwise... your sister won't be so well."

The green ivy was pale and slender.

Green Sleeves dared not speak her anger, gritting her teeth as she looked at her: "Qing'er is watching too closely. It's not that I don't want to do it, it's that I simply can't find an opportunity."

Madam Chen sneered, "That means you're incapable of protecting your own sister."

Wu Xiaoniang waved her hand: "Sister Chen, you're too lenient with them. If it were me, I'd give them a good beating and starve them for three days, then see if these little sluts would dare to shirk their duties again!"

-

"Qing'er, could you fetch me some flour?"

Shen Qinghe is making food, a snack she wants to make today.

Just then, Qing'er came over carrying a cloth bag. She opened the bag and scooped out several spoonfuls of snow-white flour.

Shen Qinghe is making lotus flower pastries today. This small dessert has many steps and requires a high level of attention to detail.

If your cooking skills aren't up to par or if you mess up some details, you might not be able to achieve that effect.

Fortunately, Shen Qinghe was already very familiar with the process of making lotus flower pastries.

Knead the dough, let it rest, make the oil paste, then knead the oil paste into the dough, prepare all kinds of fillings, and wrap the fillings.

With only one final step left—frying—this lotus flower pastry will be complete.

As soon as she finished wrapping the filling, Shen Qinghe noticed something was wrong. Her palms were itchy, but she didn't pay much attention to it at first.

When her arms started to itch too, Shen Qinghe frowned and looked down. Qing'er beside her screamed.

"Sister, why do you have so many red rashes on your hands?!"

Qing'er quickly ran over to see.

Shen Qinghe looked at the red rash on her hands, which was incredibly itchy, and the itch seemed to seep from her hands straight into her heart.

This is an allergic reaction.

Peanuts…she is allergic to peanuts.

Shen Qinghe's gaze fell on the bag of flour. She had checked it and smelled it, but found nothing unusual.

Either someone has been mixing peanut powder in for several days, completely masking the peanut flavor with the smell of flour.

"What should we do, sister!" Qing'er was extremely anxious.

"It's alright, keep going." Shen Qinghe quickly calmed down.

Since that's the case, let's play along!

-

In the military camp.

Beside Lu Jihan stood a young man dressed in a bright yellow python robe, waving a folding fan in his hand: "Jihan, with you training the troops, my father and I can rest easy. Tomorrow is the Thousand Buddhas Festival. The lives of all the people of Chang'an, myself, and all the civil and military officials are in your hands and your Black Feather Army's!"

"Your subject will certainly not fail in your mission," Lu Jihan's firm and confident voice rang out.

He was not only confident, but also had great faith in the soldiers in front of him.

He had great confidence in his troops, believing that "an army is raised for a thousand days to be used for one."

Lin Feng ran over and whispered, "Master, Miss Qinghe has arrived."

His Highness the Crown Prince immediately became interested: "A young lady?? That's rare, a young lady suddenly appearing beside you, Ji Han!"

Lu Jihan's face flushed slightly, and he said sternly, "Tell her to wait under the curtains."

The crown prince noticed something, smiled and said he had other matters to attend to, then left with his entourage.

Inside the curtained tent.

Just as Shen Qinghe took out the lotus flower pastry, a dark figure loomed over her.

She looked up and her sharp eyes spotted the belt around Lu Jihan's waist. The green bamboo and red plum blossoms, such a striking pattern, looked perfectly harmonious on him.

Lu Jihan also noticed her gaze falling on his waist. He cleared his throat and said, "I just feel that your kindness shouldn't be wasted."

"I see. I thought you were very concerned about this belt, sir."

Shen Qinghe sighed in feigned disappointment: "Otherwise, Master wouldn't have been sulking with me for so long over a belt."

Lu Jihan sat down forcefully: "Nonsense! Do you think I'm that petty?"

"No. I'm sure it's not me."

Shen Qinghe patted Lu Jihan's shoulder lightly and said seriously, "Your Excellency didn't hold a grudge against me over a belt, nor was he jealous of Lin Feng's unfounded jealousy. Your Excellency has a broad mind and can accept all things!"

Lu Jihan was so embarrassed by her words that he couldn't speak. He grabbed her chin and said, "Alright, alright, I misunderstood you. I'll apologize to you."

"Just empty words to apologize?" Shen Qinghe winked playfully. "What about the things you took, Master? That was the first bronze mirror you ever gave me, it was as tall as a person!"

Lu Jihan affectionately pinched her cheek: "Here you go. I'll have Linfeng carry it back for you later. No! I'll also make you a whole set of mahogany dressing table and dressing case."

"That's more like it." Shen Qinghe placed the lotus-shaped pastry in front of him, along with a cup of tea: "This is a lotus-shaped pastry, and also some cold-brewed jasmine and lychee fruit tea. Please try it, sir."

Lu Jihan reached out to take the plate from her hand, but as soon as he touched it, Shen Qinghe's hand instinctively flinched.

Lu Jihan frowned and grabbed her wrist.

Shen Qinghe met his cold gaze and proactively rolled up her sleeves: "I only found out after I finished cooking that someone had mixed peanut powder into the flour. I've gotten rashes whenever I touch peanuts since I was a child."

The red rash covering the snow-white, delicate skin was a shocking sight.

Lu Jihan frowned even more deeply.

Shen Qinghe understood the meaning in his eyes and quickly said, "This servant has no intention of enduring it, nor will she allow anyone to bully her. This servant only wants to ask for a favor. No matter who it is, please enforce the law impartially, Your Highness."

Lu Jihan grasped her soft hand and pulled a fish-shaped jade pendant from his waist: "Take this jade pendant. No matter when, my personal guards, including Linfeng, will obey your orders."