I Work as a Housekeeper in Ximen, and My Mistress Is Really Pregnant.

After dressing up as the lowest-ranking butler in the Ximen Mansion, Shen Mo opened his eyes and saw the countdown in his mind - each room in the manor must be renovated within three years, otherwise he would lose his soul. It happened that the head of the family feasted every night, regardless of the inner curtains, and several wives in the back house fought for favor and status, and they became a pot of porridge early in the morning. Shen Mo came from a family of traditional Chinese medicine doctors in his previous life. He had a good pulse and a set of prescriptions, and he was able to treat the deficiencies and cold syndrome of every wife in the house. The Sixth Lady held on to his sleeves and didn't let go, her eyes were red: "Help me... Anything will do..." The lady, who had always been cold and dignified, was waiting by the lamp on a snowy night. She poured him a cup of hot wine and said in a low voice: "Shen Mo, you are the only one in this house... You make me feel alive." The high-ranking officials of Ximen were still exchanging cups and cups in the Lion Tower, feeling very satisfied. What he didn't know was that none of the heirs he had been waiting for for many years followed him.