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

Soon Qing'er came to the small kitchen to help Shen Qinghe continue making chrysanthemum pastries.

Two people working together are naturally faster, and in no time, the remaining chrysanthemum pastry was ready.

Just as Shen Qinghe and Qing'er took the food box out after putting it in, they found Lu Jihan still sitting in the courtyard.

On the table in front of Lu Jihan was a plate of chrysanthemum pastries, the same ones that Shen Qinghe had Qing'er deliver earlier.

Shen Qinghe walked over and sat down next to Lu Jihan, asking, "Master, why aren't you eating? Is the jasmine fruit tea you're serving not good enough?"

"What's the point of eating alone?" Lu Jihan answered quickly.

Shen Qinghe thought to herself, wasn't Ye Shu there too? She was thinking that since the two of them were going inside to play chess, eat pastries, drink tea, and talk, she shouldn't go in and disturb them.

Judging from Lu Jihan's words, it seems that Ye Shu hadn't eaten it either, and didn't seem to be thinking of eating it with Ye Shu.

For some reason, Shen Qinghe's mood inexplicably improved a little.

Shen Qinghe was silent for a moment, then poured Lu Jihan a cup of jasmine fruit tea: "But... these chrysanthemum pastries are best eaten fresh out of the oven."

"It's alright. I'm a martial artist, and I don't nitpick over such trivial matters." Lu Jihan waved his hand, picked up the cup of tea that Shen Qinghe had poured, and took a sip.

The delicate fragrance of jasmine blends with the slightly sour and sweet taste of fruit, and also carries a hint of tea aroma, making it both refreshing and appetizing.

Lu Jihan picked up a chrysanthemum pastry, about to put it in his mouth, when he heard Shen Qinghe beside him say, "Then, Master, would you like to eat some by yourself?"

Lu Jihan's gaze immediately shifted over, and he raised an eyebrow: "Hmm?"

"I also made a portion to send to the old lady. It's autumn now, the best time for chrysanthemums to grow. Eating seasonally is the best for your health."

Shen Qinghe answered very sincerely, "If we wait a while and let the chrysanthemum pastry cool down, I'm afraid it won't taste good, and the old lady won't like to eat it."

Lu Jihan was initially somewhat displeased, thinking that besides him, this little girl Shen Qinghe was actually thinking about someone else.

Upon hearing that Shen Qinghe wanted to deliver chrysanthemum pastries to the old lady, Lu Jihan felt much more at ease, looking at her slender figure.

Pregnancy is tiring enough, but this little girl still insists on going into the kitchen to cook some food occasionally. Now, because she's thinking about her grandmother, she wants to personally deliver the food to her.

Lu Jihan felt both helpless and heartbroken for Shen Qinghe, so he simply stood up and said, "Then I'll go with you."

These words were quite unexpected for Shen Qinghe.

Shen Qinghe thought Lu Jihan would stay in the courtyard by himself, but since he said so himself, she certainly couldn't let it go.

Shen Qinghe followed behind Lu Jihan. Qing'er was originally carrying a food box behind them, but as soon as they left the courtyard, she found Lin Feng guarding there.

Lin Feng noticed that his master was also going out with the Mongolian girl. Seizing the opportunity, he took the food box from Qing'er and carried it.

Lin Feng winked at Qing'er, whose cheeks flushed slightly. Qing'er took two steps forward, somewhat embarrassed, to create distance between herself and Lin Feng.

The maids and servants all clearly saw that Lu Jihan and Shen Qinghe were traveling together.

We arrived at Yuhe Hall.

Before we even went inside, we could hear the old lady laughing heartily.

He must be in a very good mood.

When Lu Jihan entered, he found that Ye Shu and Qin Shi were both there, sitting on either side of the old lady, talking to her.

Ye Shu held a Buddhist scripture in her hand, her fair fingers gripping the bamboo slips, a faint yet gentle smile on her face: "Grandmother, please don't laugh at me anymore. I just miss you so much. How about I recite some Buddhist scriptures for you?"

Seeing the way the grandmother and granddaughter looked, Qin Shi spoke up jokingly, pretending to be jealous: "Grandmother! Didn't you always say you loved me the most? Why is it that now that Sister Shu is back, you only hug her and not me?"

"Good! Good, good! Good children, you are both good children, and Grandma naturally likes both of you." The old lady hugged them on either side, a happy smile on her face, and said with emotion:

"I'm so happy to have two such wonderful children with me. Especially Shu'er, if Ji Han were here, seeing you acting so spoiled and vying for attention like this, he'd probably stare with wide eyes!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Shu's smile widened, and she said shyly, "Grandmother!! My cousin... he always makes fun of me, please don't mention him anymore!"

As she said this, Ye Shu glanced at Qin Shi without making a sound.

Hearing the old lady's words, Qin felt something was amiss. When she heard Ye Shu's reproachful remark, she couldn't help but frown.

Especially when she met Ye Shu's gaze, Qin felt a little angry. She didn't know about other things, but anyone could easily sense the provocation in that complicated look.

As Lu Jihan's legal wife, she was not favored by the emperor and had to endure the favoritism of his wives and concubines. It was one thing for the maids and servants in the mansion to gossip about her.

Ye Shu, this cousin, was raised by the old lady for ten years. After she turned teens, she returned to her own family. Now that she's married, she's back at the Marquis's mansion to visit the old lady, and she's even laughing at her?

Ye Shu's posture made it seem as if she and Lu Jihan were very close. Qin Shi was angry but couldn't help but sneer in her heart. No matter how close they were, there was Shen Qinghe now.

We'll show her what Shen Qinghe is capable of then.

But at this moment, Qin Shi suddenly froze when she thought of Shen Qinghe!

From Qin's perspective, at this moment, all that could be seen was Ye Shu's profile, but even just looking at that profile, she really did resemble Shen Qinghe a bit.

Qin felt something was wrong.

Ye Shu still had a smile on her face: "Sister-in-law, I'm not good with words, so please don't take it to heart if I say anything wrong!"

Madam Qin forced a seemingly normal smile: "Sister, what are you saying? My husband loves you dearly. We are of one mind and heart, so naturally I love you too."

Just then, Granny Kang announced, "Madam, the Marquis has arrived!"

"Alright, alright, quickly invite him in. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear."

Although the old lady said that, the smile on her face just wouldn't go away.

Upon hearing that Lu Jihan was coming, Ye Shu couldn't help but look towards the door.

Upon seeing that tall figure walk in, Ye Shu deliberately called out sweetly, "Cousin."

But the next moment, Ye Shu's smile froze, and she couldn't help but frown.

Ye Shu watched as a slender, graceful, and stunningly beautiful woman walked out from behind her cousin.

Her cousin was supporting her.

She knew Lu Jihan better than anyone: he was indifferent to women, upright and honest, and had her in his heart.

Even if he had wives and concubines, he had never entered their courtyards. How come he is now supporting a woman?

When Ye Shu saw Shen Qinghe's face, she fell silent.

"Oh! Qinghe, what brings you here?? Didn't we agree that you shouldn't move around too much these days? What will you do if you tire yourself out?"

As soon as the old lady saw Shen Qinghe arrive, she stood up from the daybed and quickly asked Kang Mama to help her. Looking at Lu Jihan, she scolded, "Jihan, it's not that your grandmother is criticizing you, but I've told you not to let Qinghe tire herself out these days. It would have been fine if you had come by yourself, but why did you insist on having her come with you?"

Lu Jihan helped Shen Qinghe over, feeling somewhat helpless after being told off by his grandmother: "Grandmother, I can't very well bring Guoguo over in front of you, can I? If I do, I'm afraid you'll scold me for being improper and ridiculous."

Shen Qinghe quickly replied, "Replying to the old lady, this is not the marquis's fault. I just made some chrysanthemum pastries and some jasmine fruit tea. I thought the old lady hadn't had much of an appetite these past few days, so I wanted to send them to her. The marquis accompanied me here."

"You're such a thoughtful child." The old lady was increasingly pleased with Shen Qinghe's filial piety, but also felt a pang of heartache. "Then you could have just had the servants bring it over. Why did you have to make the trip yourself?"

Lu Jihan helped Shen Qinghe sit down on a chair with two layers of cushions. "Grandmother, don't you know her? She's always thinking about you, always thinking about you. She makes more food for you than for me. She always thinks about what appetizing dishes to make for you, Grandmother, and then makes a portion for me before it's my turn."

"Lord Marquis!" Shen Qinghe glared at him reproachfully. She never expected that Lu Jihan, such a virtuous and upright gentleman, would also learn to complain to the old lady.

However, no matter what he said, Shen Qinghe understood that Lu Jihan was speaking up for her, so she went along with him and said coquettishly.

Kang, the old nanny standing nearby, said, "Old Madam, look. Our Marquis has learned to care for people now."

Seeing the harmonious scene between Shen Qinghe and Lu Jihan, and having clearly witnessed Lu Jihan acting as a cushion for Shen Qinghe, the old lady was indeed much more tender and considerate than before.

At this moment, no one noticed Ye Shu and Qin Shi standing nearby.

Seeing the three of them—the old lady Lu Jihan, Shen Qinghe, and the old lady—enjoying themselves in harmony and chatting happily, Ye Shu and Madam Qin remained silent, but their thoughts were completely different.

Ye Shu's gaze was fixed on Lu Jihan. Watching him put a cushion under Shen Qinghe's arm, speak up for her, and hold her wrist, his extremely intimate manner made her feel very uncomfortable.

She couldn't help but frown. Didn't her cousin say that she was the only one in his heart and eyes, and that he wished to grow old with her?

On the day she got married, her cousin was so heartbroken, so concerned, and so angry!

Books say that anger can rise to the sky for a beautiful woman, but my cousin loved her so much, how could he love someone else so much?