Chapter 209 Seems Pregnant

Chen Shuyao returned to the hot spring villa at night, and sure enough, she saw her maid waiting for her anxiously!

Huixiang curled her lips and said, "Girl!" She tried her best to hold back, but her eyes turned red as soon as the words came out.

Perilla and Holly were more reserved and also came forward in a few steps.

Seeing that she was fine, the two of them secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking of the prince's appearance at that time, Zi Su didn't dare to imagine what the prince would do if something really happened to the lady.

"I'm fine, let's go inside and talk!" Chen Shuyao took the initiative to comfort the maid.

Seeing that the maid was still looking at him with a worried look on her face, she said calmly, "I just want you to wait in the manor while the prince and I go out for a walk. What's the rush?"

She had a smile on her face, and Huixiang immediately reacted and muttered, "This servant... This servant is just worried about the master."

Chen Shuyao had been struggling outside for most of the day, and her current appearance could no longer be described as embarrassed.

Fortunately, it was night. If it was daytime, it would inevitably attract attention.

The maids welcomed their lady into the farm to wash and change her clothes. Only when she was finally lying on the bed clean did she finally feel alive again.

Xiao Mo didn't come back until almost dawn, and then left again.

After Shen Shuyao woke up from her sleep, she asked about this matter.

"Master! The prince is afraid of waking you up!" If something happened during the day, Dongqing must stay in the room to watch her at night, and Chen Shuyao agreed.

They stayed in the manor for another night, and waited for Xiao Mo to return from the court before they asked someone to prepare a carriage to return home.

The man looked tired and fell asleep next to her as soon as he got into the carriage.

Shen Shuyao took a look and covered him with her own cloak.

Not long after they returned to Yan Yutang, Wang and the old lady sent a maid over. Seeing that they were fine, they told them that they had been tired from the journey and that it would be good for them to rest in their own courtyard. They told the couple not to rush over to pay their respects.

After seeing off the old lady and her mother-in-law, Shen Shuyao really did not go out.

Xiao Mo went into Yan Yutang's bedroom and fell asleep.

When he finally woke up, he talked about what happened in the court: "The emperor sent Ren Shenglai to Nanyang Prefecture, and he will leave in three days."

Ren Shenglai was the Minister of War. Shen Shuyao saw that his brows were not relaxed, so she asked, "Do you want to go?"

The man shook his head.

Chen Shuyao glanced at it and said quietly, "Since it's the emperor's decision, then we should support it! He's right to worry, but we can't always rely on the Xiao family. We Xiao family members will get tired too."

She was talking about our Xiao family, and Xiao Mo was happy to hear that.

Now looking at his wife, he picked her up and Shen Shuyao screamed in fright.

The maids outside all stretched their heads to look, but pulled their heads back halfway.

The man carried her straight into the bathroom, and Shen Shuyao's clothes were quickly taken off.

The skin, as white as mutton-fat jade, was exposed so openly.

Feeling his gaze, Shen Shuyao felt so embarrassed that her body began to shake.

Xiao Mo looked at the trembling girl in front of him and felt so much love for her.

He put the towel into the young lady's hand and said, "Help your husband wipe his body."

Chen Shuyao was obedient, but her hands didn't have much strength, so wiping like that only made her even more aroused.

But after a while, a woman's broken moans were heard in the bathroom, mixed with the heavy breathing, and occasionally accompanied by a few low cries. I couldn't tell whether it was because the helmsman didn't control the force well, or it was the exclamation and admiration of the little girl who was thrown to the top of the wave.

The man was calm and steady, the woman was gentle and charming, and the greedy man seemed to know no fatigue, just tasting again and again...

After it was finally over, the couple returned to bed and hugged each other quietly for a while before they recovered.

In the evening, the two went to Songhe Hall to visit Old Madam Xiao.

The old man did not say much about their frequent visits to the village. He only raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard about the candidate for the quelling of the riot.

Then he said to his eldest grandson, "Since the emperor didn't choose you, then just live your life well."

At this time, a maid brought a bag of hairy crabs to the old man and said, "The steward outside just brought them over. They are still alive. The Duke's wife asked if you would like to try some!"

Old Madam Xiao lowered her head and glanced into the net bag, saying that the crabs were the fattest at this time.

Seeing Chen Shuyao also coming over to look, he smiled and invited them: "You and your wife can have dinner in Songhe Hall today!"

Chen Shuyao glanced at the smiling man and nodded in agreement.

Xiao Mo fell asleep immediately after returning home, and it wasn't long before he had his lunch.

For the rest of the time, Shen Shuyao stayed in Songhe Hall and talked with the old lady.

Xiao Mo leaned lazily back in his chair and listened to his wife chatting with his grandmother. Someone in the small kitchen brought out some freshly made pastries and asked her to try them.

After the young lady finished eating, she gave him another piece and said, "It's not bad. Try it!"

Although she had left Huzhou a long time ago, her voice still had a hint of the soft Wu dialect. Now she looked at me with a smile, and she was very charming and lovely.

Xiao Mo took it. This scene was so familiar.

He suddenly remembered that one day before, the other party also brought cakes to Songhetang to please the old lady, and at that time he also had a flattering smile on his face.

He remembered that the whole Songhe Hall could smell the fragrance of pastries, and that was the first time that Prince Xiao had the urge to eat sweets.

After that, this scene always appeared in his dreams. In his dreams, Cousin Xu also handed him a cake like this. He didn't reach out to take it, but directly put his lips up to it and sucked on those two fingers that looked like scallions...

When I woke up the next day and thought about the plot of the dream, I found it unbelievable.

Xiao Mo shook his head and stuffed the pastry into his mouth, but smiled helplessly.

"Is it delicious?" asked the young woman who had just given him the pastry.

"Can you make it? Make some for grandma one day!" the man said seriously.

To be honest, the taste was just so-so, but because she fed it herself, it made it a little special.

The old man next to him saw this and said something similar to what he said then, "He has never liked these cakes since he was a child. Leave him alone."

Chen Shuyao looked back with some doubt, and saw the man's face was embarrassed, "It's okay to try it occasionally."

After a while, dinner was served on the table.

A large plate of steamed crabs. October is the best time to eat crabs. At this time, the roe of female crabs is firm and the roe of male crabs is plump, and they taste the best.

After Chen Shuyao ate two, the old lady said that crabs were cold in nature, so she asked the maid at the table to serve her the mutton soup.

But even so, at night, she still felt a slight discomfort in her stomach. She thought it was her period coming, so she didn't pay much attention to it.

But after a few days, there was still no sign of menstruation.

Chen Shuyao then remembered eating crabs that day and felt worried.

Nanny Zheng comforted her, "Since everything was fine then, then it should be fine now."

Just thinking about how frequently they had sex, he couldn't help but remind her, "Miss, your period has always been regular in the past. Although it's not certain this time, you still have to stay away from the prince."

Shen Shuyao responded in a low voice.