32 The Young Marshal Is Young And Energetic, Can't Get Sick From Holding It In

Something used by women to wrap their chests?

The women in the residence were all old nannies. Who would still use this to fish for anything?

As for the newly married young madam, her figure was no different from a washboard, and her size did not seem to match either.

He could not help but glance at the place where Mo Lingyuan was wearing his belt.

Would it be like the last time he was almost kicked in the crotch?

After hearing Mu Qing's words, Mo Lingyuan's face darkened even more. He stuffed the thing from Mu Qing's hand into the drawer.

"Go to the countryside and find out everything about Chu Yunyao. What she knows and doesn't know, and whether Chu Qingze has secretly sent someone to teach her anything."

"Young Marshal, are you suspecting Madam?" Duan Changyu was shocked, "Could it be Madam last night?"

Mo Lingyuan stared at Duan Changyu.

Duan Changyu immediately fell silent.

"I thought she was smart. She was used to being naughty in the countryside and had never seen the world. She didn't know the power of guns, so she didn't know anything. She was kind enough to help Mrs. Bai deliver the baby. But..."

Mo Lingyuan changed his tone and said coldly, "I don't feel safe because she has never revealed her true nature."

Mu Qing suggested, "It just so happens that Nanny Rong is in the manor. Should we use her to…"

"She may be a trouble." Mo Lingyuan interrupted him, "But keeping her under our eyes is not a bad idea."

Mu Qing and Duan Changyu looked at each other.

The Young Marshal kept saying she was trouble, but he could not bear to kill her.

He spoke one way and thought another.

The butler happened to come in with the food. Seeing Duan Ling and Mu Qing still here, he exclaimed, "I thought the two of you had left, so I asked someone to send some food over."

Duan Changyu looked at the delicious food and swallowed his saliva, "When did you hire a new chef? It looks and smells even better than the dishes in the Wu Zhai Restaurant. It must be delicious."

The butler stroked his round chin and replied with a smile, "There's no new chef. This is a dish that Madam specially cooked personally."

Mo Lingyuan paused when he was about to hold the chopsticks. He looked at the butler and asked, "What about the food last night?"

"Madam made it herself." The butler replied respectfully, "I heard that the young marshal's appetite hasn't been very good these days.

Your taste is light. Last night, when the young madam was boiling medicine in the kitchen, she made three dishes and a soup while burning an incense stick."

"Probably because she had stayed in the countryside for a long time, her cooking skills are even better than those chefs."

"I heard from the guard that you ate it all last night. So I asked Madam to make you another meal today."

"She agreed?" Mo Lingyuan's expression was complicated, and he was annoyed.

"Of course. She immediately went to the kitchen when she heard you wanted to eat." The butler carefully examined Mo Lingyuan's expression, unable to guess what he was thinking, so he confessed, "Madam also said…"

"What else did she say?" Mo Lingyuan slammed his chopsticks on the table and said unhappily, "If you have something to say, just say it. When did you learn to hesitate?"

The butler was shocked, "Madam also said that she wanted to take in concubines for you. She asked which girl you had taken a fancy to and what kind of woman you liked. She wanted to choose a few beautiful women from outside to serve you according to your preferences."

"She hopes you can take these beauties into your room."

"She said that you're young and energetic. You'll get sick from holding it in!"