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

As soon as Lu Jihan arrived at the entrance of the ancestral hall, he saw that thin and slender figure in the wind and rain, like a kite with a broken string, falling down so lightly.

Lu Jihan's heart clenched. He disregarded everything else, threw away the umbrella that was in the way, and strode towards Shen Qinghe.

Seeing this, Lin Feng behind him became extremely anxious: "Sir! At least hold an umbrella!"

Lu Jihan's face turned ashen. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, one hand behind her knees and the other around her waist, and lifted Shen Qinghe up in his arms.

Lin Feng and Qing'er hurriedly caught up, each holding an umbrella on either side.

Inside the ancestral hall.

Fangfei was talking to Wu Xiaoniang: "Xiaoniang, the rain outside is getting heavier and heavier. Shouldn't you let Shen Qinghe come in to take shelter from the rain?"

Wu Xiaoniang sneered and said disdainfully, "Isn't she favored? The Buddha statue was replaced with that thing, and the old lady only punished her for three hours. She should be taught a lesson! Go out and see what's going on. Let her in when she can't hold on any longer."

"Yes." Fangfei finished speaking, hurriedly went out to check, and rushed back to report: "Madam, something terrible has happened! Shen Qinghe has been taken away by the young marquis!!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Xiaoniang's expression changed drastically: "He's only been kneeling for less than two hours, and the young marquis is already so distressed!!"

She was consumed by jealousy!

-

Lu Jihan carried Shen Qinghe straight back to the courtyard.

Just as he placed Shen Qinghe on the bed and was about to get up, he felt a cold, soft touch on his wrist.

He looked down and saw that Shen Qinghe's small hand had grabbed his wrist.

Lu Jihan looked at her; her pale face, her usually clear eyes were now tightly closed, and her lips were pinkish-white.

The contrast between this frail little girl and her bright, cheerful self who had been chatting and laughing with him in the tent yesterday was too stark.

Lu Jihan felt a pang of sadness. He gently patted the back of her hand and comforted her, "I'll pour you some tea."

To his surprise, the girl not only didn't loosen her grip, but tightened it even more around his wrist.

Helpless, Lu Jihan said softly, "Let go."

Unexpectedly, Shen Qinghe seemed to have heard these words, and her hands wrapped around Lu Jihan's arm like water snakes, refusing to let go even a little.

Her pink and white lips parted and closed as she whispered something.

Lu Jihan initially thought she was talking in her sleep and didn't pay much attention, but the little girl was holding on so tightly that he couldn't leave.

After a while, Lu Jihan leaned closer and heard her voice: "Don't...don't go."

Her soft, gentle voice touched Lu Jihan's heart, and it softened him in no time.

Lu Jihan simply went along with her and let her cross her arms, but Shen Qinghe was not quite sober and was being a bit unruly.

Shen Qinghe acted like a small animal, tightly hugging Lu Jihan's arms to her chest with both hands and wrapping her legs around Lu Jihan's legs as well.

She drew closer, murmuring, "Don't go...please? Please..."

"Don't leave me alone."

The little girl's words were filled with grievance and pleading; at this moment, she was truly as weak as a dodder vine that would wither if she were separated from him.

So delicate and beautiful, she made Lu Jihan unable to resist feeling soft-hearted and tender towards her.

Lu Jihan reached out and gently brushed the stray hairs behind her ear with his fingertips, but what pressed against her was not just Shen Qinghe's warm breath.

and also…

Her soft, burning lips.

As Shen Qinghe spoke softly, her lips brushed against his earlobe intentionally or unintentionally.

In an instant, it felt like I had been scalded by something.

Lu Jihan immediately sat up straight, his body stiffening.

Even though the two of them had done all sorts of intimate things and consummated their marriage more than once, Lu Jihan was extremely sensitive to Shen Qinghe's innocent touch.

The reaction was enormous.

Lu Jihan felt as if he could hear his own heart pounding in his chest, and his ears suddenly felt hot.

No, abstinence is necessary.

Stay away from this vixen!

Lu Jihan had just shaken off her hand when Shen Qinghe, who was behind him, turned into a complete child. Having lost her beloved toy, she was naturally not going to let it go.

A sobbing sound erupted behind Lu Jihan—

"Please... don't leave me alone, okay??"

Lu Jihan pinched the bridge of his nose. How could he forget that this girl was such a good cryr? He hardened his heart and said, "You can't cry any louder. You should rest."

As a result, Shen Qinghe's crying grew even louder:

"Master...Master, you don't want Qinghe anymore either??"

Hearing this, Lu Jihan felt a little sorry for her and turned to pinch her cheek: "Be good."

His response was Shen Qinghe's increasingly arrogant and presumptuous crying.

This scene feels eerily familiar.

Lu Jihan had no choice but to let Shen Qinghe hug him: "Fine, fine, I won't leave."

In an instant, Shen Qinghe stopped crying and hugged Lu Jihan tightly with her arms and legs like a small animal, making him unable to move.

-

Half a day later.

Wu Xiaoniang and Shen Yun'er were talking.

"Sister Yun'er, you really came up with a brilliant plan this time! You switched Shen Qinghe's portrait while she wasn't looking. Even if she has suspicions, no one in this courtyard can stand up for her! She's fallen out of favor, after all!"

Shen Yun'er was about to speak with a smile when she was suddenly rushed in by Kang Mama and others and taken directly to Yuhe Hall!

In Yuhe Hall.

"Shen Yun'er, what is your crime!" the old lady demanded angrily. "Originally, offering a Buddha statue was enough, just to be respectful. Given Ji Han's status, our Zhenguo Marquis's mansion is naturally suited to be in the limelight. Who knew that you, you lowly servant, would leave an embroidery needle on the Buddha statue, pricking the Empress's hand! Fortunately, the Empress is understanding and righteous; otherwise, the Marquis's mansion would have been implicated, and you would deserve to die!"

"No...no, I didn't!" Shen Yun'er never expected that her smugness and thought she was about to show off would turn into a disaster, and she immediately panicked.

Forced to kneel on the ground, Shen Yun'er hurriedly looked at Shen Qinghe beside her, pointed at her, and shouted, "Yes, it wasn't me who made it! She embroidered that Buddha statue!"