Shen Mianmian turned her hand back and grasped the boy's hand, "So, Your Highness, in order to pass the provincial examination smoothly, you also need to work hard, right? Don't worry about me, I have enough ability to protect myself."
The boy's eyes were full of worry.
Shen Mianmian suddenly remembered something, "Oh right, the young master asked the madam not to see me for ten days when he was in the main courtyard?"
Bai Qingzhou: "Yes, I'm afraid my mother will cause you trouble."
Shen Mianmian's lips twitched, and she whispered, "Then you're overthinking it. You're the one who's always causing me trouble, okay?"
Bai Qingzhou asked, "What? What did you just say? Your voice was too soft, I didn't hear you."
Shen Mianmian's tone changed, and she leaned against the young man's chest, the familiar clean and sweet fragrance filling her nostrils. "What I mean is, I'm so touched. But could you promise me, Your Highness, that you won't do this again? Since I'm so unassuming and don't fight for anything, there's no reason for you to treat me badly. Besides, I have a filial heart, don't you agree?"
Bai Qingzhou thought about it carefully, then nodded in agreement, "You're right. I was overthinking it before. I like you so much, I believe my mother must like you too."
“That’s right.” Chen Mianmian got up from the boy’s arms, let go of him, and waved her hand. “So, Your Highness, don’t worry. Go back and rest. You should have class tomorrow.”
Under the lamplight, the woman wore no makeup, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, partially obscuring her beautiful face. It was unclear whether it was the jet-black hair that made her skin appear like porcelain, or her snow-white skin that made her hair appear as black as ink.
The woman smiled, her round eyes narrowed like a little fox's, her eyelashes so thick that her pupils were almost invisible, creating a dreamlike, ethereal, and elusive effect.
He pulled her into a tight embrace, burying his face in the crook of her neck. "Mianmian, I wish you were pregnant with my child right now."
From an angle the boy couldn't see, the girl's expression twitched—"Hey bro, you're only nineteen, and you already want to be a dad? What's so great about being a dad? I heard that in ancient times, men could grow beards after becoming fathers. With your delicate skin, can you even grow one? What if all the other dads have beards and you don't? Aren't you ashamed?"
After a while, the soft voice came again, "Aren't you curious about why I've always wanted you to get pregnant?"
"Because the young master likes me." Chen Mianmian rolled her eyes—what else could it be? Because you don't have to give birth to the child.
If this world were male-born, she would get him pregnant right now.
"Because I always feel like you're going to leave me."
"?"
Chen Mianmian was taken aback—she had a feeling that she was going to leave him? Was she making it too obvious? But she was clearly acting like a simp.
Chen Mianmian pushed the boy away to observe his expression. "Did I do something to make the young master have this misconception? Before... um... there were indeed some misunderstandings before, but didn't the young master and I fall in love again later?"
She was referring to the fact that she had just transmigrated into the book and wanted to distance herself from Feng Chu so as not to become a sitting duck for the female lead.
Bai Qingzhou frowned slightly. "It's not about that matter, it's just... I have a strange premonition that you will leave me, even if you don't now, you will sooner or later."
Shen Mianmian was overjoyed—she wondered if Fengchu's premonition was accurate. If it was, it meant she would be able to travel out of the book in the future? That would be wonderful!
Thinking of this, Chen Mianmian hugged Fengchu tightly, "Oh dear~ Young Master, don't think such nonsense. You're so good to me, how could I leave you? Even if mountains crumble and the heavens and earth break..."
What is the next sentence?
A weak voice came from within her arms, "Heaven and earth unite?"
"Heh, don't worry about the details, we'll be fine anyway," Chen Mianmian said sweetly, but without any hesitation, she pushed him out. "Alright, you should go back now. For the sake of our child, you must pass the imperial examination! When our child grows up, he'll have something to brag about, saying he has a father who passed the imperial examination!"
The boy's cheeks flushed. "Okay."
"Go ahead, go ahead."
Under Shen Mianmian's repeated urging, she finally kicked the boy off the canopy bed, and soon heard footsteps leaving and the sound of the door closing.
Chen Mianmian happily lay back in bed, pulled the covers up, and was already imagining the grand scene when she returned home.
...
morning.
Peony Courtyard.
Chu Yu entered hurriedly and saw that the young mistress was quietly reading a book, so she said softly, "Young mistress, this servant is back."
Jiang Yinjin lazily looked away from her book. "Got it?"
"Got it."
As she spoke, she pulled a handkerchief from her sleeve; it was a light green silk handkerchief.
It looks ordinary, but in the corner there is a strange mark embroidered with black silk thread: "This handkerchief is the one that Aunt Shen used on the day she received Lady Xuanping."
A hint of disdain flashed in Jiang Yinjin's eyes. "Let me see it."
"Yes." Chu Yu handed it over.
Jiang Yinjin took the handkerchief, carefully examined the strange symbol in the corner, finally frowned, got up and went to the table, ground the ink, and drew the symbol on the paper.
After finishing the drawing, he handed the handkerchief over, saying, "Have someone send it to Miss Biao."
Chu Yu took the handkerchief and hesitated, "But... young mistress, won't this affect the reputation of the Marquis's mansion?"
Jiang Yinjin smiled – of course it has an impact; if it didn't, she wouldn't do it.
Having been reborn, the last thing she needs is face. Even if she loses some face herself, as long as the Marquis of Anning's mansion suffers misfortune, she feels it's worth it.
"Send it over."
"...Yes." Seeing that the young mistress insisted, Chu Yu had no choice but to comply.
soon,
The handkerchief was placed in an envelope, which was first sent to the Zheng residence and then to Zheng Ruier.
Later, it was transferred from Zheng Ruier to the Xuanping Marquis's residence.
evening.
Huo Rang had just finished his official duties and returned to the Marquis's residence.
As soon as you enter, the gatekeeper comes out and lowers his voice, "This humble servant greets the Second Young Master. Someone delivered a letter today, saying it was for you. There was no signature on the envelope. I was just about to ask who delivered the letter when the person hurriedly ran away."
I dare not hand over such an unverified letter directly to the Second Young Master, so in accordance with the rules of our Marquis's Mansion, I will examine it first.
The young man held it in his hand and noticed what appeared to be a piece of cloth inside. Fearing poison might have been added, he took it upon himself to examine it briefly. Only after confirming it was safe did he dare to give it to you.
Huo was puzzled—cloth? Who could deliver cloth? And the doorman's furtive manner suggested there was something else going on.
Huo took the envelope and pulled out the cloth.
I had only pulled it out halfway when I was startled and put it back in.
The gatekeeper didn't say a word, just waited quietly—why was he being so sneaky? Because he saw a handkerchief inside, a woman's handkerchief, which might be related to the second young master's romantic entanglements.
As a good doorman, one should naturally help the master cover things up; how could one make a fuss and cause trouble for the master?
Huo Rang's heart pounded like thunder. He pulled out five taels of silver and stuffed it into the gatekeeper's hand. "You know what to do now?"
The gatekeeper nodded repeatedly, "Understood! I understand! I saw everything, but I didn't receive anything!"
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