Zhao Manxiang spoke with a smile, her words containing both encouragement and warning.

After hearing this, Qingti went out and returned to his room.

The wind outside was biting cold, but what really made her feel cold was the deep fear in her heart.

In fact, it wasn't just the simple drop in temperature that frightened her.

On the one hand, he was worried that if the truth were to be revealed in the future, he would become a victim and be dragged into this vortex; on the other hand, he was even more worried that his good friend might be seriously hurt by this bowl of hot soup that seemed harmless but actually concealed a crisis.

She didn't want to see innocent people suffer!

But directly refusing the order might bring disaster to herself, and such consequences were unbearable for her.

Obviously, it is because they have a good relationship and interact a lot in daily life that choosing her to complete this task can reduce many people's doubts and avoid attracting more attention and suspicion.

Just when she was in a dilemma, Qingmei's slightly anxious voice came from outside, urging: "Qingti, hurry up, the young mistress asked you to deliver the warm porridge!"

Helplessly, Qingti had to slowly stand up. He felt his legs were extremely heavy and every step was extremely difficult. He walked out of the room slowly as if he was struggling with his own determination.

When Qingmei took the food box, she once again reminded him seriously, "Be sure to hold it carefully and don't be careless."

The words were full of concern.

Qingti reluctantly took the food box, but suddenly felt as if her hands had lost their strength. The warm food box seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds and almost slipped from her hands...

Just when it was about to hit the ground, fortunately Qingmei was quick-witted and quickly caught the food box, thus avoiding greater trouble.

"What on earth are you thinking about right now? You look so uneasy. This is something that the young lady specially ordered to be prepared for Miss Wen Zhu. If it is accidentally broken, have you thought about the consequences?"

Qingmei couldn't help but question seriously, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone, and then turned and left.

After some inner struggle, Qingti finally cheered up and began to slowly walk towards his goal.

And in that small and warm house, Wen Zhu had just finished a short nap.

After waking up, she found that she felt much more energetic, and even her nasal cavity, which had been blocked and uncomfortable, gradually became unblocked.

Seeing this, Hongyu gently touched Wen Zhu's forehead with the back of her hand and said gently, "Fortunately, there are no symptoms of fever. That's great."

Hearing this, Wen Zhu smiled gently, with a tone of comfort and gratitude in his voice: "Maybe the ginger soup I drank before played a role, coupled with taking the medicine on time, there has been a significant improvement."

"Sister Wen Zhu, I was asked by the young lady to come and bring you dinner."

Qingti's voice suddenly came from outside the door, sounding a little more serious than usual. This change made the two people in the room notice it involuntarily.

This unprecedented formal attitude made Wen Zhu feel a little strange. You know, in the past, when Qingti came to see him, he didn't need to be so cautious.

Especially when Qingti mentioned the words "young lady's instructions", she felt a sense of importance different from before.

Then, Wen Zhu and Hong Yu exchanged glances, and both of them could read each other's alertness towards this sudden situation.

"Come in, please."

Wen Zhu had a gentle smile on her face and invited softly. As she spoke, she gently lifted the warm quilt, slowly sat up from the bed, and then moved steadily to a chair beside her and sat down.

Seeing this, Hongyu reacted immediately and hurried forward to help Wen Zhu put on a soft and thin cloak, fearing that she would catch a cold.

Her eyes were full of concern and caution.

Qingti walked into the house carrying an exquisite food box.

Although she looked a little pale, she still tried to maintain a smile and said in a gentle voice: "Congratulations, Miss Wen Zhu, you are pregnant. This is really a great joy."

After hearing this, Wen Zhu also smiled and replied, "Thank you Qingti, you are so thoughtful."

Qingti paused for a moment, carefully observing Wen Zhu's expression for a while, and then continued.

"After hearing the good news that Miss Wen Zhu was pregnant, the young mistress was extremely happy and almost smiled from ear to ear."

At this point, Qingti gently put down the food box in his hand, "And the young mistress also specially instructed the kitchen to prepare some nutritious and delicious food for you, and told me to make sure you can eat on time."

Such words were almost telling Wen Zhu directly an unspoken fact - the whole family was rejoicing for the arrival of this new life.

However, facing the sumptuous and delicious meal, Wen Zhu said that he didn't have much of an appetite at the moment: "I don't have much of an appetite right now, and I want to wait a little longer before eating. But I still need to trouble you to convey my gratitude to the young lady for her concern."

But it was clear that Qingti didn't intend to give up so easily. She still insisted, "Even so, I still hope that Miss can try a few bites. You know, this is crucial for the future healthy growth of the young master."

Seeing that his suggestion was politely rejected, Wen Zhu couldn't help but raise his voice and replied, "I've already said that I don't have any intention of eating for the time being! Can't you wait a little longer? I hope the young lady won't be dissatisfied with you because of this!!"

Sensing the slight tension in the air, Qingti slightly raised her voice to explain, "Young Madam is actually doing this out of concern for the young lady's health and the future young master. Please don't let this rare kindness go to waste."

"Huh, Qingti, is this the attitude you use when talking to me?"

Wen Zhu stared at the other person angrily, his eyes full of dissatisfaction and blame.

She straightened her back, frowned, and was obviously completely angered by Qingti's attitude.

"I have always been very respectful to you. Even though I haven't been promoted to concubine, do you think you no longer respect your old friend?!"

Qingti was not to be outdone and questioned loudly, with a sense of resentment and helplessness in his voice.

Obviously, she had suffered a lot of grievances during this period, and these pent-up emotions finally broke out at this moment.

The anger on Wen Zhu's face became even more intense, as if the emotions that had been suppressed for too long found an opportunity to vent at this moment.

Her movements seemed a little rude and impatient as she lifted the lid of the lunch box.

The container inside was a small bowl with a lid. When the lid of the small bowl on the plate was opened again, what came into view was a bowl of hot and fragrant lean meat porridge.

She grabbed the porcelain bowl in her hand, and the veins on the back of her hand bulged slightly from excessive force.