After Qiuju finished washing the dishes and placed them on the table, she noticed the unusual look in her mistress's eyes and asked anxiously, "Miss, are you feeling unwell?"

Jiang Shuyue shook her head.

She hesitated whether or not to tell Qiuju that she was pregnant.

This child came at the wrong time. She is currently homeless and cannot let the child suffer with her.

But she wanted this child; it was the only blood relative she had ever had since she came here.

Although she didn't know who the man was, she didn't plan to look for him.

In the Kingdom of Wanling, the custom was that a woman betrothed to a man as a wife, or eloped to become a concubine; if a woman became pregnant before marriage, she could only become a concubine.

Judging from the faint fragrance emanating from him, he must be a young master from a noble family.

Especially those bright phoenix eyes, the genes are not bad. Jiang Shuyue weighed the pros and cons with a modern mindset and decided to keep the child.

These days, Qiuju has been silently protecting herself, and she feels very guilty for not taking good care of her, letting her fall into someone else's trap.

Jiang Shuyue took a deep breath and said calmly, "Qiuju, I'm pregnant."

"ah!"

"What! Miss, you're pregnant?" Qiu Ju belatedly realized what was happening, her eyes widening in shock.

Jiang Shuyue quickly made a shushing gesture, her gaze firm.

"Don't panic, our injuries are all healed. We'll pack up tomorrow and escape tomorrow night."

These days, the head maid seems to ignore them, but whenever the mistress and servant go out to gather herbs, the maid always keeps a close eye on them from a distance.

Escaping the village during the day is impossible; nighttime is the best time to flee.

Qiuju's lips twitched slightly, suppressing the surprise in her eyes.

She wanted to persuade her mistress not to have the child whose father was unknown, but her mistress was always very opinionated, and she swallowed her words.

After thinking for a moment, Qiuju asked again, "Miss, where should we go if we escape? Should we go to my great-uncle's house?"

Jiang Shuyue frowned slightly and decisively denied it, saying, "No, before the heavy snow falls, let's head south."

When they left the Jiang family, the butler, at Jiang Zhengming's behest, gave them Jiang Shuyue's yellow book.

With the Yellow Register, she could travel freely to any city in the Wanling Kingdom.

Qiuju was very efficient. She put the clothes the two of them were wearing on the chair, and packed the rest of the clothes into two bundles with a piece of cloth.

Jiang Shuyue took out the makeup box from under her pillow and put it into the package.

While Qiuju was looking away, she put the clothes into her spatial storage, along with some of her unwanted clothes.

Qiuju noticed that the bundle had shrunk considerably after being reorganized by her mistress and praised her for her skillful hands.

At night, the north wind howled outside, making the paper on the window frame rustle.

Under the moonlight, a slender figure quietly left the front annex and crept towards the main courtyard.

After entering the hanging flower gate, head straight for the main house.

The door creaked open, and a moment later, the candles inside were lit.

The warm candlelight shone on Jiang Shuyue's delicate face, making her skin appear less pale than it had been during the day.

Her bright almond-shaped eyes quickly scanned the room.

A carved canopy bed made of golden nanmu wood, a large dressing table, and an embroidered four-panel screen.

A tall and large four-door wardrobe.

Jiang Shuyue's eyebrows curved into a smile.

She opened the wardrobe and looked inside; it was full of bedding. She squeezed the quilt with her slender fingers; it was nice, soft, and warm.

With a flick of her sleeve, the items in the room vanished instantly, leaving only traces of the furniture on the floor.

She was like a diligent little bee, leaving nothing out, from the main house to the flower hall, from large pieces of furniture to small teacups.

The dust on the table showed that the old women on the estate were usually lazy. Knowing that their master only came a few times a year, they probably only came to clean the main courtyard every few days.

Feeling pleased with her fruitful harvest, Jiang Shuyue extinguished the candle and tossed it into her spatial storage.

Back in the room, she tiptoed to bed. Luckily, they each had a blanket. Her hands and feet were icy cold, but Qiuju didn't notice.

the next day.

The two went to work in the kitchen as usual, watching the head housekeeper take away the steamed buns.

Qiuju glared at the departing old woman: "So many steamed buns and you didn't even leave us two? Aren't you afraid of stuffing yourselves to death?"

Jiang Shuyue's sleeve brushed against the plate, and four large, round steamed buns appeared on the plate.

"Miss, where did you hide it? Even the head maid didn't find it." Qiuju's eyes lit up as she looked at the plump white steamed bun.

Jiang Shuyue pushed the plate towards Qiu Ju and urged, "Let's eat quickly, don't ask so many questions. Your young lady has learned some tricks, the head maid can't see it."

"Is it an illusion, like taking things out of thin air?" Qiu Ju had seen street performers perform this.

Jiang Shuyue didn't know how to explain her incredible space to the little girl, afraid of scaring her.

He simply nodded: "That's about right. If you move quickly, you won't notice."

Qiuju knew that her young mistress liked to read strange and unusual books when she had nothing to do, so she wasn't surprised by anything her mistress knew.

"I'll stay behind to clean up the kitchen in a bit, so you should go back to your room and wait for me," Jiang Shuyue said, glancing at the kitchen cabinets.

There was rice and noodles, and a large bowl of lard.

She planned to thoroughly clean the kitchen as well; she couldn't let all the porridge she'd eaten over the past month go to waste.

Just as the two put down their bowls, Wu Ma returned and took a steamed bun from her sleeve.

"Miss, eat quickly, it's still warm."

Jiang Shuyue declined, saying, "Thank you for your care, Aunt Wu, but I can get full from porridge."

Without a word, Aunt Wu shoved the steamed bun into her hand and looked back warily, saying, "Don't be polite, eat up. You'll have to work hard tonight. The head housekeeper wants you to steam tomorrow's buns."

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