The hilt of the sword in Haitang's hand turned slightly, and she jumped onto the roof lightly on tiptoes.

Before Zhan Meier could get close to Feng Qinghua's room, she saw Haitang standing in front of her.

A trace of surprise flashed in Zhan Mei'er's eyes. She didn't expect to be discovered so quickly, and by such a humble-looking little maid.

Haitang took a look at the man in black in front of him.

The man in black was petite and slender, and she could tell at a glance that he was a woman.

Haitang didn't say anything, and just held the long sword in front of Zhan Meier.

Zhan Meier gritted her teeth, she would definitely be discovered if she continued.

Zhan Meier's eyes narrowed, and she stabbed directly with the long sword in her hand.

Haitang didn't hesitate, and the two people quickly faced each other on the roof.

Zhan Meier frowned, feeling displeased. It was unexpected that this little maid's martial arts was so strong.

Seeing that the time was approaching as agreed with her brother, Zhan Meier was extremely anxious, and her men began to move faster and faster.

Haitang still unhurriedly cracked every move of Zhan Mei'er, and deliberately slowed down her movements. She didn't want to disturb Feng Qinghua. Recently, Feng Qinghua's sleep condition was not very good, and she often fell asleep in the middle of the night.

He woke up with a start, so she specially ordered some soothing incense.

Zhan Meier wanted to get rid of Haitang quickly, but the more anxious she became, the more Zhan Meier was suppressed by Haitang everywhere.

Zhan Meier's eyes were a little more impatient, and the long sword in her hand turned into a sharp sword wind and struck at Haitang.

Haitang no longer dealt with Zhan Mei'er and directly caught Zhan Mei'er's palm.

Zhan Meier's eyes widened in disbelief, and she stumbled back a few steps.

The long sword in Haitang's hand stabbed Zhan Meier directly.

Zhan Mei'er hurriedly turned sideways, and the sword swiped across Zhan Mei'er's cheek, directly scratching off the scarf on Zhan Mei'er's face.

Zhan Meier's expression changed slightly, she jumped up and disappeared directly into the darkness.

Haitang retracted her sword, squinted her eyes, looked at the place where the man in black disappeared, jumped off the roof with a slight jump.

Haitang did not disturb Feng Qinghua, but just stayed outside Feng Qinghua's door until Zhan Beixiao came back from the outside dusty.

"Son."

Haitang saluted Zhan Beixiao respectfully and said in a deep voice, "You are back."

Zhan Beixiao nodded and said softly, "Has she fallen asleep?"

"The girl has fallen asleep."

Haitang looked back at the direction of the room and whispered to Zhan Beixiao.

"Um."

Zhan Beixiao responded lightly, stood up and opened the door to walk in.

"Son."

Haitang hesitated for a while, but still called out to Zhan Beixiao's footsteps.

Zhan Beixiao turned around, his eyes slightly cold, "What's wrong?"

"An assassin came to the yard today."

Haitang lowered his eyes and explained clearly, "It seems that he came here for the girl."

Zhan Beixiao paused slightly, raised his head and frowned at Haitang, "What's going on?"

"It's Miss Zhan."

Haitang said with a trace of sarcasm flashing in his eyes. Although Zhan Meier's face was covered, Haitang still recognized the man in black as Zhan Meier at a glance.

"Miss Zhan was injured by me and ran away."

Haitangyan explained succinctly and concisely that she scratched Zhan Meier's face and she was afraid that this matter would not end well.

Zhan Beixiao frowned and remained silent for a long time before waving his hand, "I know about this. You can go and rest. I'll watch over here."

Haitang nodded slightly, turned around and walked out.

Zhan Beixiao opened the door and walked in quietly.

The soothing incense was still burning in the room. Feng Qinghua was lying on her side on the bed, sleeping soundly. She didn't even notice that Zhan Beixiao came in.

Zhan Beixiao lifted the quilt and carefully covered Feng Qinghua's waist.

Zhan Beixiao reached out and touched Feng Qinghua's cheek, then closed his eyes.

When Feng Qinghua woke up, she noticed that there was another person beside her.

"woke up?"

Sensing Feng Qinghua's movements, Zhan Beixiao also slowly opened his eyes.

"Um."

Feng Qinghua's voice still had a hint of nasal sound, and she whispered, "When did you come back last night?"

"You fell asleep not long ago."

Zhan Beixiao stroked Feng Qinghua's belly, "Have you been feeling unwell these past few days?"

"No."

Feng Qinghua looked down at her round belly, shook her head gently towards Zhan Beixiao, and said with a smile, "The child has been very well behaved these days."

Zhan Beixiao chuckled, "Do you want to sleep for a while longer?"

"Hungry."

Feng Qinghua opened her eyes and was stunned for a while before speaking slowly.

"Okay, get up and have breakfast."

Zhan Beixiao's eyes were a little more chuckley, and Feng Qinghua was like a tired kitten, sometimes well-behaved, sometimes with sharp claws.

Considering that Feng Qinghua was pregnant recently and was very picky, Zhan Beixiao also put a lot of thought into the meals, and always asked the kitchen to cook more meals in different ways.

"Sir, someone has come to the master's courtyard and they want you to come over."

As the maid spoke, she glanced at Feng Qinghua hesitantly, "I said I want to take Miss Feng with me."

Zhan Beixiao's hand that was picking up food for Feng Qinghua paused for a moment, then he quickly reacted, raised his head and glanced at the maid, and nodded lightly, "I know."

"Zhan Tingrong?"

Feng Qinghua frowned slightly and glanced at Zhan Beixiao suspiciously, "What did Zhan Tingrong see us doing? I haven't even left the courtyard these days."

Zhan Beixiao continued to serve Feng Qinghua with dishes, and said in a nonchalant tone, "No problem, let's eat first."

Feng Qinghua saw Zhan Beixiao's indifferent expression and stopped thinking about it. She wondered what kind of trick Zhan Tingrong had come up with.

Feng Qinghua curled her lips and continued eating her breakfast.

The room was extremely quiet, with the only sounds of Feng Qinghua eating breakfast and the two of them occasionally talking.

The surrounding maids lowered their heads and were all frightened. I am afraid this is the first time that the master has been left alone like this.

For today's breakfast, the kitchen worked very hard and prepared several side dishes with different flavors. Feng Qinghua, who usually has a bad appetite, even drank an extra bowl of porridge for the first time.

"Have you eaten yet?"

Zhan Beixiao felt a little better when he saw Feng Qinghua looking so full and fat.

"Um."

Feng Qinghua touched her belly, glanced at the almost eaten food on the table, scratched her head in embarrassment, and said tentatively, "Do you want someone to serve some more?"

"No need."

Zhan Beixiao waved his hand and pulled Feng Qinghua up, "Let's go see Zhan Tingrong."

Only then did Feng Qinghua remember that they were going to meet Zhan Tingrong.

"Isn't this bad?"

Feng Qinghua raised her eyebrows. It was almost a long time since they had a stick of incense, but Zhan Tingrong didn't send anyone over to urge them.

"Just let them wait."
Chapter completed!