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    “Miss Jiang, Miss Jiang, I have something to say! Miss Jiang, please open the door! I can still argue, can’t I? I can still explain, Miss Jiang.”

    In Jiang Nongqin’s courtyard, Lin Xun knocked on Jiang Nongqin’s door.

    Although following Nong Qin back to her courtyard without her permission was a bit rude, Lin Xun couldn’t worry about that anymore.

    Otherwise, once Qinger returned, and Nong Qin and Qinger met up, went shopping, and chatted about him going to see the Legendary Beauty, and even buying intimate clothing for that Legendary Beauty…

    He might as well go order a tombstone.

    “Miss Jiang, I am truly innocent, Miss Jiang.”

    Lin Xun’s words drifted softly, floating into the maiden’s boudoir.

    Inside the boudoir, Jiang Nongqin had thrown herself onto the bed, burying her head in the pillow.

    If Lin Xun could see the girl’s posture right now, Lin Xun highly suspected Nong Qin might press down so hard that his chest would hurt.

    “What should I do? What should I do?”

    Nong Qin straightened her well-proportioned, slender legs, kicking them up and down on the bed.

    For Jiang Nongqin, her heart was extremely conflicted.

    When Jiang Nongqin guessed that Lin Xun had bought a Bellyband for Sister Luoxue, her mind went blank.

    The girl felt extremely shy at the time, and then unconsciously decided to leave the courtyard.

    And when she heard Lin Xun calling her, the girl instinctively sped up, afraid of being caught by Lin Xun.

    Actually, Jiang Nongqin didn’t know why she sped up.

    Nor did she know why she was afraid of being caught by Lin Xun.

    But the girl felt that she seemed somewhat afraid to see Your Highness right now.

    Jiang Nongqin knew that she wasn’t jealous; she wouldn’t be jealous of Your Highness, nor was she qualified to be jealous of Your Highness.

    Being able to serve as Your Highness’s maid was enough.

    In the girl’s heart, there was even a hint of happiness.

    Because if Your Highness could like another girl, it meant that she still had hope—perhaps a sliver of hope of being accepted by Your Highness as a Secondary Wife.

    Jiang Nongqin was actually aware of everything.

    However, when Jiang Nongqin came back to her senses, she was already lying on the bed.

    And she had actually locked Your Highness out.

    “Oh heavens. I actually locked Your Highness out. How… how could this happen? Nong Qin, what are you doing?”

    Hearing Lin Xun’s shouts and seeing his shadow reflected on the window sill, Nong Qin grew even more anxious.

    She wanted to open the door and let Lin Xun in.

    But because she had ignored Lin Xun just now, and even locked him out, the girl felt incredibly guilty and was even more afraid to open the door.

    Outside the door, Lin Xun, who had been knocking for a long time without hearing any movement, sighed softly: “Then Miss Jiang, I will visit another day.”

    Lin Xun figured Nong Qin probably wouldn’t open the door.

    At the same time, Lin Xun considered whether he should go back and give Qinger a preventative shot.

    Otherwise, it wouldn’t matter if Qinger buried him, but he didn’t want her to harm her health from anger.

    He was simply helpless.

    Alas, my Lin Xun’s lifelong reputation! It was about to end here.

    What was most infuriating was that he truly hadn’t done anything, so why was he about to be suppressed alive beneath a rock?

    Hearing Lin Xun’s voice and seeing his figure turn away outside the door, Jiang Nongqin’s eyes were filled with panic.

    Had she made Your Highness angry?

    If Your Highness was angry, would he ignore her forever?

    What should she do?

    Your Highness was leaving!

    Unacceptable!

    The girl scrambled up from the bed, slipped her stocking-clad feet into embroidered shoes, and ran toward the door.

    “Young Master! Ah!”

    Just as Jiang Nongqin opened the door and rushed out, she was too hasty, accidentally tripped on the threshold, and fell straight forward.

    Lin Xun, who heard Jiang Nongqin’s voice at this moment, also turned around, overjoyed in his heart. Sure enough, Miss Nong Qin was still willing to listen to his explanation.

    However, before Lin Xun, who had just turned around, could speak,

    “Thud!”

    Lin Xun was knocked to the ground.

    “Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!”

    Lin Xun felt himself beginning to lack oxygen, and soon found it difficult to breathe.

    Lin Xun wanted to push her away, but his hands accidentally touched her waist.

    “Ah!”

    Nong Qin, who was ticklish, subconsciously hugged Lin Xun tighter.

    Lin Xun’s blood oxygen level dropped rapidly, and he eventually stopped struggling.

    “Young Master? Young Master!”

    The girl quickly got up, calling out anxiously, seemingly about to cry.

    “Young Master, I’m sorry.”

    Half an incense stick later, inside the girl’s boudoir, Nong Qin and Lin Xun sat facing each other.

    Recalling what had just happened, Nong Qin pinched the hem of her skirt, her cheeks slightly red, looking very remorseful.

    “It’s nothing.”

    Lin Xun, finally awake, drank the tea in his hand, despite what had happened just half an incense stick ago.

    “Miss Jiang.” He glanced at the girl across from him, her dress wrapping around her shapely figure. Lin Xun’s old face flushed, and he quickly averted his gaze.

    “Yes.” Hearing the call, the girl straightened her posture.

    Lin Xun, who had just shifted his gaze back, felt a bit dazzled, but immediately steadied his mind.

    “Miss Jiang, actually, Miss Bai and I really…” Putting aside his thoughts, Lin Xun continued to explain. He decided he had to clarify this matter today!

    “I know!”

    But before Lin Xun could finish, Jiang Nongqin interrupted his defense.

    “Eh? You know?” Lin Xun was stunned.

    “Mhm.” Jiang Nongqin nodded with a blushing face. “Young Master, don’t worry. Nong Qin… Nong Qin won’t tell Sister Qinger.”

    “No, she and I…”

    “Young Master doesn’t need to explain.” Nong Qin said seriously. “Nong Qin already… already knows.”

    “…” Lin Xun felt like ten thousand grass mud horses were galloping through his heart. “No, Miss Jiang, actually, I…”

    “Young Master must be worried that Sister Qinger won’t allow you to take a concubine.”

    Jiang Nongqin’s face was flushed, and she looked slightly nervous.

    “But Young Master, it’s fine. It’s nothing for a man to have three wives and four concubines, and Sister Luoxue is indeed a very good girl. I believe Sister Qinger will definitely like her.

    Then, as long as Young Master talks to Sister Qinger properly, Sister Qinger will definitely agree to Young Master taking a concubine.”

    “…” Looking at Jiang Nongqin’s earnest eyes, Lin Xun somehow felt that she was hinting at something to him, or perhaps trying to convince herself of something.

    “No, Miss Jiang, you really misunderstood. Actually, I…”

    “Sister Nongqin! Yaya and Sister Qinger are here to see Sister Nongqin~~~”

    Just as Lin Xun was about to explain again, Yaya’s tender and clear voice rang out in the courtyard.

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