[Quick Wear] Puhua Fairy is blessed with a long pregnancy

Outside the house, Qingyun walked towards Sheng Huan.

"Princess Niu Hulu, our wife invites you in."

Sheng Huan nodded, his lips looked a little dry.

When they arrived at the inner room, Sheng Huan bowed without arrogance or servility: "My concubine Niu Hulu greets Madam Fu Jin."

The Eighth Lady fixed her cold gaze on Sheng Huan, especially her face. Looking at the pale face of the woman below her, who looked even more fragile and helpless, she gripped the teacup with extreme force.

Then, he forced a laugh.

"After all, it is a gift from His Majesty, so there is no need to bother. Just serve tea."

After she finished speaking, she saw a maid walking towards Sheng Huan with a tray.

The Eighth Lady looked at Sheng Huan, her bright features calmed down, as if she was watching some interesting show.

Sheng Huan already knew what the Eighth Lady was going to do, but her expression remained unchanged.

He stretched out his hand and lifted the teacup. As expected, it was incredibly hot as soon as he touched it, as if he had touched a blazing fire. Fortunately, Sheng Huan had already condensed a thin layer of barrier film on his hand. He pretended to shrink a little, but still held it steadily.

There was an obvious flash of surprise in the Eighth Lady's eyes, as if she was surprised that she didn't drop the teacup. Thinking of this, she suddenly raised her eyes and glared at the maid who had just presented the tray, suspecting that she had disobeyed her order and made the tea not hot enough.

The maidservant was frightened by the stare and felt very wronged. After all, she couldn't even lift it herself, otherwise why would she use a tray to present it.

Sheng Huan didn't seem to notice their quarrel, and looked very proper. She raised her hand and said, "Fujin, please have some tea."

The Eighth Lady was in a visibly bad mood and did not immediately reach out to take it. She just looked on coldly without saying a word.

A chill flashed across Sheng Huan's heart, his face turned even paler, and his hands began to tremble as if they were weak.

After a while, Sheng Huan repeated, "Fujin, please have some tea."

This time, the Eighth Lady finally showed mercy and stretched out her hand.

But Sheng Huan obviously sensed the sudden surge of malice in her and became secretly alert.

Sure enough, the next second, the Eighth Lady poured the tea towards her face.

At the critical moment, Sheng Huan dodged by tilting her body, but the hem of her skirt was wet by the tea. After all, there was a good show to be performed later.

With a "bang", the teacup hit the ground with a crisp sound.

The Eighth Lady looked on in astonishment, not realizing that just now, Sheng Huan had cut a small wound on the back of her hand, and a drop of spiritual blood even ran in.

Sheng Huan pretended to hiss in pain, as if he was hit by a fragment, or burned.

"Since your clothes are wet, then go down. Someone, take Niu Hulu to Furong Pavilion in Tinglan Courtyard."

The Eighth Lady looked at Sheng Huan enduring the pain and felt a little relieved. She also knew that she couldn't go too far. Who knew if the Emperor was in the mansion? What's more, the master would be back soon, so she couldn't let him see anyone.

Having said that, she stood up and went back to the inner room, not paying any attention to Sheng Huan on the ground.

"Princess Niu Hulu, I will lead the way for you."

A maid from Xinxueyuan came forward and helped Sheng Huan up.

"Thank you girl."

"My servant Lan Juan, you can just call me by my name, Princess."

"Okay, Lanjuan."

On the way to Furong Pavilion, Sheng Huan learned from Puhua that the Eighth Prince had returned home, and their routes were even about to collide.

She secretly built up her mood.

"Good luck to the master."

After walking for a while, Sheng Huan heard Lan Juan suddenly bow respectfully.

Sheng Huan seemed stunned for a moment, and his red eyes met the gentle yet puzzled gaze of the man opposite him.

The man looked to be about twenty years old, handsome, elegant, and gentle. He was now wearing a dark blue official uniform, which made him look even more majestic and noble.

She seemed to be startled, and quickly lowered her head, her slender waist bent, and her voice was slightly nervous:

"I, Niu Hulu, greet you, Lord Beile."

The first time Yinsi saw Sheng Huan, he knew that this was the person given by the Emperor, but he didn't know which one. Unexpectedly, he had seen it in advance and knew it in advance.

He looked at her lowered head, and the pale yet beautiful face he had just seen emerged in his mind. The red corners of her eyes looked like she was about to shed tears in the next second, but there was a contradictory and unyielding demeanor between her eyebrows.

His fingers rubbed lightly unconsciously, and his eyes darkened without him noticing.

His eyes moved down to the wet hem of her skirt, and he thought, she looked embarrassed, but not that embarrassed.

Even her body did not tremble at all, like a flower standing in the wind.

"When did you arrive at the mansion?"

He spoke in a very gentle voice, like the drizzling spring rain, without the slightest aggression.

Lan Juan listened from the side and felt a little uneasy, after all, it was the master she brought Sheng Huan out to see.

In the past, the master would not come back so early. Although she did not mean to do it, she had ruined everything. If Fu Jin knew about it, she would be even more scared when she thought about it.

Sheng Huan then slowly said: "My Lord, it is Chen time."

Her voice was a little soft, sticky and rustling like the sound of rain, which he found particularly pleasant to the ears.

Chenshi? Hearing what she said, Yinsi's expression paused. It was already noon, and there was a gap of time. Something must have happened, but he did not ask. His gentle voice continued to show concern:

"Since you are here, go back and have a good rest. Change your clothes and don't catch a cold."

"Thank you, Lord Beile."

Her voice did not change, but Yinsi kept his eyes on her, and then he saw a tear fall from her lowered head.

When Yinsi saw this, he was slightly moved.