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

At night, the air becomes extremely cold. Half of the snow has melted away, and the other half has frozen into ice. From a distance, it is still a beautiful scene covered in silver, just like a fairy tale world.

But for the victims, such nights were too tormenting. Fortunately, the aid supplies from the government and wealthy families were distributed to them in time.

In the makeshift tents, the victims huddled together for warmth, and many of them were so tired that they fell into a deep sleep.

"General Pei, it's late, please go back. Captain Long is stationed here, so everything will be fine." Du Shaoyin looked at the tall and straight young man in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. They said he had just recovered from a serious illness, but why did this man seem to be working non-stop, busy from morning to night? It was already three o'clock in the morning, and he was still patrolling the camp where the victims were stationed so tirelessly.

Pei Jin rubbed his brows, his face slightly tired, raised his head to look at the big tent and said, "Okay, I'll ask Du Shaoyin and General Chen to take care of this."

The moonlight is cold, like a layer of silver gauze sprinkled on the earth, reflecting the snow, like a dream scene.

"Master," Mo Yan walked over with his horse and said in a low voice, "The lady has been taken back to the Marquis' Mansion and is waiting to see you."

Pei Jin was silent for a moment, raised his head and looked into the distance, then said in a deep voice: "Go back first and tell her that I have something and cannot return home for the time being, and ask her not to worry and go to bed early."

"Master, you..." Mo Yan looked at him in surprise, his eyes slightly red. His master had been working day and night for the past few days, and he didn't know what to do if he continued like this.

"Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask." Pei Jin raised his eyebrows and looked at him. Mo Yan couldn't help but shrink his neck, hesitated for a moment, and reluctantly put the reins in his hands.

Pei Jin jumped on the horse, touched Black Tornado's mane, tightened the reins, and galloped away like a gust of wind.

In the warm room of Tingyuxuan, Chanyi had just finished feeding An'er. An'er had been crying at night these past two days. Chanyi thought that the child might be a little calcium deficient, so she took extra care of him and added some fish meat to his daily dinner. The little guy ate with gusto and slept soundly.

But just now, a branch somewhere outside was broken by the snow, making a loud cracking sound, which woke up the little guy.

He closed his eyes and cried anxiously. Chan Yi was reading a travel book on the desk. When she saw him crying, she quickly put down the book, picked him up and coaxed him for a long time, and then fed him milk. Only then did he quietly nestle in his mother's warm arms and fall asleep.

"Miss, it's getting late. May I help you wash up? The water temperature in the bathroom should be just right now." Mother Zhou took the meat ball from her arms and gently placed it on the inside of the bed.

"Mom, it's not necessary. Let Qinghe and the others come. You take An'er away. He shouldn't wake up again tonight." Chan Yi got up and walked towards the bathroom.

Mother Zhou nodded with a smile. She knew that the young lady never liked others to help her bathe. If her hand had not been injured today, she would not have been willing to let the two maids help her.

She picked up Xiao An'er, wrapped him in a small quilt, left the warm room, and let Qinghe and Chuyue come in.

Chu Yue took off Chan Yi's outer clothes and saw that she was only wearing a cherry blossom pink double-breasted inner garment. Her breasts were particularly noticeable. She couldn't help but say, "The girl seems to have gained some weight."

"You mean I've gained weight again." Chan Yi touched her waist and found that she had indeed gained some fat. Mother Zhou had been keeping a close eye on her these past two days, stewing soup for her every day and forcing her to drink it. How could she not gain weight?

"You are talking nonsense again," Qinghe said angrily, "Miss, don't listen to her nonsense. I think you have lost some weight. After all, you have to breastfeed the young master, which is too tiring. You will be fine when you stop breastfeeding in the spring."

Chu Yue pouted her lips slightly and said nothing, thinking to herself, I'm just praising the girl's figure. Even women would blush when they see it.

Qinghe carefully helped Chanyi take off her thin shirt, revealing her snow-white skin. For a moment, Qinghe was dazzled by her fair skin, and couldn't help but feel admiration and pride. The girl was really a beauty. Her soft, white, satin-like skin alone was enough to outshine all the other noble ladies.

My daughter is so shy and never wears clothes that show off her appearance. I wonder how beautiful she would look if she wore a tight, waist-hugging, floor-length flowered dress.

Chan Yi took a comfortable bath to wash away the fatigue of the day. Today was really tiring, and she wanted to go to bed early. Suddenly she thought of Lu Jingqiu, wondering how she was after the shock. Fortunately, Pei Jin rescued her. If she was really kidnapped, even if she disappeared for a while, her reputation would be ruined.

After washing up, Chanyi put on her yellow inner garment and a thick cotton gown, and was supported by two maids to leave the bathroom. Qinghe carefully applied medicine to her, and then he and Chuyue left the warm room and kept watch outside.

Perhaps she was too tired, and soon after she lay down, Chan Yi fell asleep in a daze. In the middle of the night, she felt hot all over, turned sideways and muttered to the outside: "Water, I want to drink water."

It was as if Qinghe came in, lit the oil lamp, and reached out to touch her forehead.

"I don't have a fever, I'm just a little hot. Pour me some water and I'll be fine after drinking it." Chan Yi said in a daze with her eyes closed.

The warm tea was brought to her lips, and a hand half-armed her shoulders. Chanyi gulped down several mouthfuls from Qinghe's hand, then shook her head.

Qinghe helped her lie down slowly, then pulled her hand over and looked at it carefully, then carefully wrapped the handkerchief again and put her arm into the quilt.

"Go to bed. I'm so sleepy." Chan Yi turned over.

The lights were blown out. In the dark night, Chan Yi seemed to hear the clear and shallow breathing, which made her feel particularly at ease.

It was almost five o'clock when Pei Jin returned to Zhuxiang Garden. Mo Yan waited until his master returned home before he felt relieved. Seeing that his master was in a good mood, he wondered where he had gone. He wanted to ask but was afraid of being punished by him.

Thinking back to when he sent the young lady back during the day, her face seemed a little unhappy. Mo Yan opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but was afraid of getting into trouble.

“Just say whatever you want to say.” Pei Jin asked calmly, seeing his constipated expression.

"Master, please don't blame me for being so talkative. Madam, she seemed a little unhappy when she went back today." Mo Yan said in a low voice.

"Then do you know why?" Pei Jin felt a little uneasy when he saw his serious expression.

"My Lord, I dare not say anything." Mo Yan was afraid that he would take the lead.

"Go ahead." Pei Jin stared at him and said.

"My Lord, there are rumors out there that your marriage to the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Wuyang is going to be successful this time." Mo Yan said carefully, "The last time you fell asleep, Doctor Hu mentioned that the eldest daughter of Lu was deeply in love with you, and you were still in contact with her. The young lady heard this before."

"You...why didn't you say it earlier." Pei Jin suddenly remembered what Chan Yi said, and his heart instantly became flustered.