Good luck in pregnancy, the daughter of the prime minister's mansion has a soft waist

The man's kiss was both lingering and irresistible, as if conquering every inch of territory, tossing and turning without stopping.

Shen Muxue responded enthusiastically, but gradually, her strength seemed to be drained away, her legs became weak, and her body slid down involuntarily.

The man grabbed her waist in time and lifted her up gently, allowing her to land safely on the table.

Keep tasting those soft and sweet lips.

Until the end, Shen Muxue had completely forgotten about time and space and could only let herself be manipulated.

This kiss was completely different from the previous ones.

In the past, Shen Muxue could clearly sense the other party's desire, toughness and possessiveness.

This time, in addition to these, there was an indescribable emotion lingering in my heart.

what is it then?

Shen Muxue felt dizzy and unable to investigate further.

Until the morning light came in, the man slowly let her go. Looking at her flushed cheeks and swollen lips, he gently scratched the tip of her nose and said, "I'll let you go today, but next time, you won't be able to escape."

Shen Muxue's lips were still a little numb, and she felt a little annoyed, but she didn't dare to lose her temper and could only nod silently.

I secretly complained that he was really a wolfhound who liked to gnaw on bones.

The man straightened his clothes and prepared to leave. After taking a few steps, he seemed to remember something and turned back to Shen Muxue and said, "That medicine house is run by Wu Cheng. His medical skills are very advanced. If you feel unwell, you can go to him directly."

Shen Muxue nodded again.

The man had nothing to say, and finally left.

Shen Muxue breathed a sigh of relief. She wondered if it was an illusion. How could that taciturn person suddenly become so talkative?

An Lan entered the room to help Shen Muxue wash up. Seeing her flushed cheeks and swollen lips, she asked curiously, "Miss, did you get bit by a mosquito on your mouth?"

Shen Muxue subconsciously turned sideways and responded casually: "Well, help me find a veil to cover my face, so that I won't be laughed at by others."

An Lan had no doubts.

He took out a face towel and tied it on Shen Muxue while saying, "Miss, do you know? There was an assassination case in Dali Temple last night. It turned out that Master Ling was wrongly accused. The case has been investigated and he has been released. Madam and the Third Miss are going to congratulate him."

Miss Three?

Shen Muxue frowned. Jin had never liked Zhou's children and even refused to let them attend banquets. But today she was eager to take Shen Miaoer to her son-in-law's house.

I guess he has other intentions, right?

Shen Muxue put on her veil, stood up and said, "Let's join in the fun."

It just so happens that what Marquis Anping promised should have a result.

Anpinghou Mansion.

The welcoming banquet was not particularly luxurious, and only a few relatives and friends were invited.

This move was obviously to convey a message to the outside world that Ling Fan was not a person bearing the guilt, but that his grievances had been cleared and he had returned home safely.

In this way, the reputation of the Marquisate was also preserved.

When Shen Muxue and Qingyi arrived, they found Shen Leyao busy welcoming and seeing off guests. She behaved properly and enthusiastically, looking like the lady of the house. However, when she saw Shen Muxue appear, she made an excuse to go to the kitchen to check, deliberately ignoring the other party.

Shen Muxue sighed.

Even after going through many ups and downs, Shen Leyao still seems to have not made any progress.

Still so unwise.

After all, almost everyone here is an old acquaintance, so who doesn’t know the story between these two sisters?

Her attitude would only make her appear impolite, but would not affect others' views of Shen Muxue.

The more cold the host is towards Shen Muxue, the more it seems that he does not know how to entertain guests.

At this juncture, a gentle and smiling voice was heard: "Oh, it's Miss Shen who has arrived! I am so sorry for being late in welcoming you, my dear lady."

Looking up, she saw Zheng, dressed in a gorgeous dress, walking into the hall. She said repeatedly, "Please don't mind, young lady. My wife has been ill for a long time and has no time to manage household affairs. All arrangements are currently under the charge of the young lady. Oh, come to think of it, I haven't seen the young lady yet."

The maid beside her quickly replied, "My aunt, the young lady is in the kitchen, urging the preparation of the meal."

"Why not just leave this kind of thing to your subordinates? Doing it yourself, are you deliberately trying to make things difficult for your important guest?"

Although her tone was still as gentle as usual, Zheng's words happened to fall into the ears of all the guests.

Those who initially had only doubts were now discussing it.

Shen Muxue looked at Zheng.

When we met earlier, I felt that this concubine was quick-witted and shrewd, and now I am even more convinced of her extraordinary skills.

In just a few words, the image that Shen Leyao had worked so hard to build was shattered.

It is no wonder that he has been able to thrive in the Marquis' Mansion for many years. Not only has he suppressed the original wife, Luo, but his status in the heart of Marquis Anping is also unmatched.

Truly extraordinary.

"My lady, I wonder if a seat has been reserved for you? Fortunately, the banquet hasn't officially begun yet. Why don't you take a stroll in the garden with me first?"

Since the other party took the initiative to show goodwill, Shen Muxue naturally had no reason to refuse.

The two of them walked slowly along the garden path.

"Thanks to the Second Madam for speaking up for me and diffusing the awkwardness just now. You took me for a walk here. Is there something special you want to tell me?"

Shen Muxue asked directly.

The clear eyes seem to be able to see into people's hearts.

Zheng smiled helplessly: "A person as intelligent as the eldest lady should be able to guess it easily.

That Shen Leyao is really a troublesome person. She wants to usurp the family business and suppress others right after getting married.

Given the long-standing feud between you two, I'd like to ask, are you willing to join me in dealing with her?"

Shen Muxue was not surprised by this suggestion.

According to my understanding of my sister, this kind of power struggle mentality mostly comes from the education of the Jin family.

But they underestimated one thing: they were too eager to show their ambitions without a solid enough foundation, and ultimately they suffered the consequences.

Sure enough, we can see the result of retribution now.

"If the young lady can provide unfavorable information about Shen Leyao, then those rumors that have been quelled will become hot topics again. In this way, she can be forced to leave this mansion."

Zheng tried to persuade Shen Muxue with emotion and reason, but Shen Muxue just remained indifferent and remained unmoved.

This made her a little anxious. "Miss Shen, are you still hesitant? Even though I'm a concubine, I was a daughter of a noble family in my early years. My ancestors were merchants employed by the royal family. If I hadn't wanted to climb up the social ladder, I would never have been willing to be a concubine. After decades of hard work in the Marquis' Mansion, I finally achieved a position that is equal to that of the Luo family. I will not allow anyone to destroy this hard-earned situation. Please give me a clear answer, Miss Shen."

Shen Muxue understood Zheng's intention.

But he didn't directly agree or not, only posed a question: "If we compete with Shen Leyao, what kind of support can your government provide?"

"Wealth, manpower, and even public opinion can all help."

Shen Muxue shook her head slightly: "It's still a little short of the right temperature."

Zheng then continued to add topics such as the strength of his family, but was still met with a shake of the head in denial.