Shock! The maid in the Marquis's mansion gave birth to the eldest son of the prince

Chan Yi shook her head helplessly. She was really afraid of this gentleman. He was so idle that he only came here every few days. It was really hard for him to come here in such hot weather by riding in a carriage.

"Mr. Jing, please come in." Mother Zhou welcomed him in respectfully.

Jing Ye, wearing a moon-white brocade robe and holding a small windmill in his hand, walked slowly into the courtyard. Behind him, Fu Qing was holding a bunch of things, his face covered in sweat.

"Master Jing." Chan Yi held An'er and leaned towards him slightly. Although there was a smile on her face, a hint of annoyance could not be hidden in her eyes. Why did this guy come again!

"An'er." Jingyou held up the colorful windmill in his hand and looked at the baby in Chanyi's arms. The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, and his mood seemed to become happier.

"Uh..." Chan Yi frowned and looked helplessly at the uninvited guest. An'er had finally been coaxed to sleep by her, but now, wouldn't he wake the child up again?

"Is An'er asleep?" Jingyou curiously leaned over and looked at the sleeping little guy carefully. The little baby pursed his lips and slept soundly, with a cute dimple on his pink face, which made people like him more and more.

Fuqing, who was standing by, couldn't help but sigh inwardly. What on earth is wrong with the master? He originally thought that the master was thinking about that lady Li day and night, but now he felt that the master loved to come here so much, all because of this little milk ball.

"Master, since you like babies so much, why don't you get married early and have a few little masters." Fuqing suggested bravely. He really couldn't bear to see his master drooling over other people's babies all day long.

"Yes, Manager Fu is right. Mr. Jing, since you like children so much, why don't you get married early and have some cute babies." Chan Yi said with a smile.

Jingyou rolled his eyes at Fuqing and said, "An'er and I are destined to be together. I feel happy just looking at her. Why, do you dislike me coming to see An'er?"

"We dare not." Chan Yi asked him to sit down under the pear tree.

Chunyue came out of the house in shock. She was about to go out to ask Manager Zhang to come over, but was stopped by Fuqing.

"Our young master will be leaving soon, so don't go and ask Manager Zhang to come. He has a lot of things to do there, and it would be a waste of time." He said in a low voice.

Chunyue looked towards Chanyi awkwardly.

"Chun Yue, go and make tea for the young master using the freshly picked osmanthus flowers." Chan Yi gave her a look.

"I came here today to ask you if you are willing to move to Jiangyin City?" Jingyou asked casually as he placed the windmill on the stone table.

"Jiangyin City?" Chan Yi looked at him in surprise and asked in confusion, "Why did you suddenly say that, sir?"

"This place is too remote." Jingyou frowned and continued, "I have several mansions in the city. If you like, you can choose to live in one. This way, it will be more convenient for me to visit An'er in the future."

Hearing this, Chan Yi couldn't help but tremble all over, her heart filled with doubts and uneasiness. What did he mean by this? Did he want her to become his mistress? This was simply shameless! If she had known this would happen, she shouldn't have believed him in the first place. When she guessed his intentions, she should have run away overnight.

"Young Master, this is absolutely not possible!" Chan Yi shook her head firmly, with a hint of determination in her eyes.

"What are you worried about?" Jingyou frowned slightly and looked straight at her, as if trying to see through her inner thoughts.

"I am a widow. If I live in your outer house, what will others think of me? Master Jing, although I am just an ordinary woman, I know very well that people's words are scary." Chan Yi answered with a serious expression and a firm tone.

She was not a stupid person. This man tried so hard to get close to her, and even used all kinds of means to please An'er, just to make her accept him obediently.

Su Chanyi felt sad. No matter how hard she struggled, could she not escape the fate of being a concubine?

"You're overthinking it, aren't you? Although I have a crush on you, I'm not a shameless person." Jingyou suddenly understood her thoughts, blushed, and said with a stiff neck, "Who do you think I am? If I want, there's no woman I can't get."

"You..." Chanyi's face turned red when she heard him say such words so casually. She turned around and saw that fortunately Fuqing was cleaning the osmanthus flowers with Nanny Wang and Madam Zhou, the servants were standing outside the door, and Chunyue, who had gone to make tea, was still in the room. Otherwise, if someone heard it, how could she save her face?

"I..." Jingyou was stunned when he saw her flushed cheeks, eyes as clear as autumn water, and a look of shyness and annoyance.

Chan Yi saw him staring at her blankly, and her face couldn't help but get hot again. She turned her head away and ignored him.

Jingyou was about to explain a few words when he saw Chunyue coming out of the room with a tray and a smile on her face.

"Sir, this is osmanthus tea, it's fragrant and sweet, please try it."

"Mr. Jing, please have some tea." Chan Yi took the teacup and placed it on the stone table, covering up the embarrassment just now.

"Oh, this tea is good." Jingyou cleared his throat, picked up the tea, blew on it and was about to drink it as if nothing had happened.

"Master, Master, be careful of the heat." Fuqing was quick-witted and hurried over, holding the teacup and putting it back on the stone table, then said to Su Chanyi a little embarrassedly: "Madam Li, my master has been a delicate eater since she was a child, haha, please don't be surprised."

"Yes, you are a noble man, how can you drink such coarse tea? It's my inconsiderateness." Chan Yi looked apologetic, but felt very uneasy in her heart.

Had she really escaped from a wolf's den and entered a tiger's den? He was a prince, and if the emperor knew that he had a crush on her, he would definitely send someone to assassinate him overnight! It was really terrible, Chan Yi wanted to cry. Now that the words had been spoken, she could no longer pretend that she knew nothing.

"No, no, no, Madam Li, please don't misunderstand. My master is just afraid of the heat." Fuqing hurriedly explained when he saw that Chanyi had misunderstood. In fact, he was indeed worried about the safety of the tea, but he couldn't tell Madam Li openly.

"You're too talkative!" Jingyou glared at Fuqing, picked up the teacup and took a sip, saying, "This tea tastes good, very good, very good."

Chan Yi smiled slightly, looking at An'er in her arms lovingly. The little baby was sleeping soundly, smacking his lips from time to time, as if he was having a sweet dream. But at this moment, An'er, who was originally sleeping soundly, suddenly burst into tears.

"Wow--"

Chan Yi was startled by the sudden loud crying. She quickly stood up, hugged An'er and rocked him gently: "An'er, be good, An'er, be good, don't cry, don't cry, mother will love you." She gently coaxed the little one in her arms, but An'er's crying became louder and louder, with no sign of stopping.

"Oh, why is An'er crying suddenly?" Jingyou hurriedly walked to Chanyi and looked at An'er with heartache.

Fuqing stood aside, looking at his master with a bewildered look on his face.

"It must be because your voice was too loud and scared An'er. Damn it!" Jingyou glared at Fuqing angrily, his tone full of blame.

Fuqing shrank his neck, and dared not make a sound like a quail, secretly complaining in his heart, it was really unfair.

By the lotus pond, a man in black and several followers were standing under the shade of a tree, watching the scattered lotus flowers gradually withering.

In the quiet town, the sounds of chickens and dogs could be heard occasionally. Suddenly, a loud and high-pitched cry of a baby came from not far away. The sound was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the heart of the man in black, causing his heart to tighten violently.

"An'er... An'er... is my little An'er..." He murmured to himself, his eyes instantly revealing endless longing and love, and he staggered towards the direction of the crying sound.