The man raised his lips, "What did she say?"

Qiu Ci pursed her lips, "The Second Miss said that this is her first time cooking, and she asked Master Xuan to give her face and finish the meal."

What? The second young lady's original words were, 'Qiu, if Xuan Yanyu doesn't want to eat, you can pinch his chin and stuff it into his mouth.'

Xuan Yanyu picked up the chopsticks, picked up the tangled noodle, put it in his mouth and took a bite, then frowned instantly, "Not cooked?"

This was the worst noodle he had ever eaten. It was really hard to swallow.

Qiu Ci picked up the noodles on the table and bowed, "Master Xuan, I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you to eat it if it's not cooked. I'll take my leave now."

She told the Second Miss to cook for a little longer, but the Second Miss refused to listen. The Madam didn't like the Second Miss in the first place, so she should not offend the people around the First Miss, otherwise what would the Second Miss do in the future?

The Third Prince’s Mansion.

In the luxurious palace, the dining table was filled with sumptuous dishes.

Jiang Jin stood beside Qi Qingchen and patiently served him food.

Qi Qingchen raised his eyes, his gaze was gentle, "Xiao Jin, sit down and have dinner together. Just tell the maid to do these."

Jiang Jin's eyes were full of affection, her hands were constantly moving, and she responded with a smile, "It is my honor to serve food to Your Highness."

"Xiao Jin, I will leave early tomorrow morning."

Jiang Jin lowered her eyes, a look of desolation flashing through her eyes, "Your Highness, can't you stay with me for a few more days?"

Qi Qingchen put down his chopsticks, looking somewhat displeased.

Jiang Jin's heart skipped a beat, and a faint smile appeared on her face. She spoke in a soft voice, "I was just joking. Your Highness, please help me if you have anything to do."

"Well, sit down."

Jiang Jin bit her lip and slowly sat down on the sandalwood chair, looking dignified yet a bit pitiful.

"Your Highness." The guard came hurriedly.

Qi Qingchen paused while picking up the food, raised his eyes and asked, "Why?"

The guard glanced at Jiang Jin and hesitated.

"Speak." Qi Qingchen frowned slightly, his tone becoming a little impatient.

The guard hurriedly bowed his head and replied respectfully, "Your Highness, there are rumors outside that the Prime Minister's daughter is going to marry the young marquis."

Qi Qingchen's eyelids twitched and his expression changed immediately. Is the Prime Minister's daughter Yaoyao or Ningning?

No matter who it is, no one can marry the young marquis.

Without any hesitation, Qi Qingchen suddenly stood up and walked out.

"Empress Concubine." The maid Zhu Qing saw Jiang Jin holding her waist, and hurried forward, stretching out her hands to rub her waist.

“Zhu Qing, when His Highness heard the news that the Prime Minister’s daughter was going to marry the young marquis, he left without even looking at me.” Jiang Jin smiled bitterly.

"My queen." Zhu Qing called softly and rubbed her waist gently.

Jiang Jin sighed. She slowly raised her hand and stroked her belly. There was some expectation in her voice, "It would be great if I could give birth to His Highness's first child."

"Well, Your Majesty, His Highness has been staying in your room every night these days. Maybe he already has a little prince." Zhu Qing smiled.

When Jiang Jin thought of those scenes, her face turned red and her waist still hurts.

Qi Qingchen hurried all the way to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The door to the Prime Minister's residence was open; when the maids and guards saw him, they all knelt on the ground.

"Everyone, get up and do what you need to do. Don't bother me." Qi Qingchen said as he strode inside.

This was not his first time in the Prime Minister's Residence, and he was very familiar with the layout of the residence.

"Yes." Everyone answered in unison.

"Ah." Yan Yuning exclaimed, and the stack of gift boxes in her hands fell to the ground with a "crash", and she also fell to the ground.