Rebirth: So what if my husband is a little crazy? He loves me.

Chapter 61 Shen Li, who holds a grudge

However, he was somewhat surprised that he couldn't budge Shen Li at all.

Has this girl trained? How come her lower body is so stable?

“It’s still not appropriate.” Shen Li pulled her arm away and looked calmly at Old Man Zou: “But my husband is a scumbag. You can’t treat a scumbag and dirty your hands.”

Butler Zhang gasped upon hearing this. This was called not caring? This was incredibly vengeful!

"Why are you still holding a grudge, girl?" Old Man Zou gave a wry smile, cupped his hands in a fist and palm salute, "It was my fault for speaking without thinking. I apologize to you. How about you just pretend this never happened?"

“I can naturally pretend nothing happened, but although my husband is magnanimous, he is unwilling to invite someone to our home to gossip.”

"I'll shut up, can we go now?" Old Man Zou was determined to go to the Gu residence and would agree to any conditions.

His medical knowledge has finally found a solution; he can't miss this opportunity.

Shen Li smiled warmly: "Of course, please, senior."

Old Zou looked her up and down again when he saw that her aura had completely changed. Just now, her aura had even overwhelmed him, but now she was all smiles as if nothing had happened. This girl was something else.

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“This is a case of deficiency and cold, not a minor old injury. You’ve really pulled off a miracle.” Old Zou said as he took your pulse. “You’ve been weak since childhood and have been overly worried. If you continue like this, you won’t live past forty.”

Shen Li frowned. It was even more serious than she had imagined. Gu Chang'an suffered as a child and as an adult. Was this suffering never going to end?

"You flatter me, Doctor." Gu Chang'an gave Old Man Zou a wink. "I don't feel any discomfort."

He didn't want Ah Li to worry too much.

"Even if you try to wink at me, I still have to say it. To get better, just taking medicine isn't enough. You need more rest and less worry." Old Man Zou completely ignored his gaze.

Shen Li nodded from the side: "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on him."

"Also, your body needs to be gradually recuperated. The dosage of the medicine I use in the early stages is not large. Remember not to have sexual intercourse, otherwise the medicine will be ineffective if you lose your energy," Old Man Zou continued to instruct.

Gu Chang'an listened with a normal expression, but if you looked closely, his neck was tinged with a faint pink.

Shen Li was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "How long will this initial stage take?"

"It depends on his recovery and whether he cooperates." Old Zou had seen this kind of thing many times before, so he didn't bother to examine the expressions of the two men.

After everyone left, Shen Li could only manage a faint, bitter smile.

“Ah Li, actually… you don’t have to take the medicine.” Gu Chang’an didn’t look at her, and his voice wasn’t loud.

"Of course not, your health is important. This old man may be a bit stubborn, but his medical skills are really good. We need to cooperate with him." Shen Li looked at his bright red ears and couldn't help but reach out and poke them.

Gu Chang'an didn't want to take this medicine for any reason, but he had already promised A-Li that morning, so he had no choice but to nod.

I mustn't make Ah Li angry again.

"By the way, I saw Lin Wan'er's newly developed musket today. I have a plan, shall we talk about it in bed?" Shen Li suggested.

"Okay." Gu Chang'an moved his Adam's apple. Even though he always ended up being a little frivolous in bed, he still couldn't fully get used to it.

Once in bed, Shen Li wasn't in a hurry anymore. Although they couldn't share a room for the time being, it was good enough that they could touch and kiss each other.

“This plan is feasible. I have been keeping an eye on his whereabouts.” After hearing her plan, Gu Chang’an immediately realized his role in it.

"My husband is also looking for a new Vice Minister of Works, someone who gets things done and is reliable," Shen Li said, sounding somewhat guilty.

On the one hand, he is not allowed to overwork, but on the other hand, he is still asked to do things.

"That's not difficult." After agreeing, Gu Chang'an asked, "Is there anything else I need to do?"

"Also, get plenty of rest, worry less, and be happier." Shen Li held up two fingers and pushed the corners of his mouth up: "Smile more, it looks good."

Seeing her bright smile, Gu Chang'an reached out and pulled her soft body into his arms, his gentle manner as if he were protecting some rare treasure.

Shen Li snuggled against him and kissed his chin before closing her eyes contentedly. If she could fall asleep in his arms every day, she would ask for nothing more.

After returning from the Duke's mansion, Shen Li had an additional daily task: reading books on martial arts and learning swordsmanship from the instructor sent by the old Duke.

Her physical talent was exceptional; she was able to perform the moves after only a few days of practice, which made Shen Yue extremely envious.

But good physical condition is something that can't be forced, so Shen Yue still focused on practicing the basics.

Early that morning, the two sisters were practicing in the backyard when Lian Qiao hurried over from the front yard and whispered a few words in Shen Li's ear.

Shen Li narrowed her eyes slightly and said to Shen Yue, "Yue'er, shall we go for a walk outside today? I heard that the drunken duck at Zuixianlou is best eaten while it's hot."

"Great! Great!" Shen Yue exclaimed excitedly at the prospect of going out to play. "Then let's go change our clothes now!"

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As soon as Prince Yi left the palace, he heard some rumors about Zheng Youwei and his mother quarreling. The rumors became more and more detailed, but no matter how they spread, the final conclusion was that Zheng Youwei deliberately set the fire.

The palace investigators also said that no one else had entered Anhua Palace except Zheng Youwei, making Zheng Youwei the prime suspect in the arson case.

Fortunately, Zheng Youwei died, otherwise he would probably have had his head chopped off ten times over.

Sitting in the carriage, Prince Yi grew increasingly angry, so he asked the servant, "Go and find out if Shen Li is at home?"

How could he possibly find a way to see her? Only by meeting her could he find out her background; after all, she was just a young girl, easy to manipulate.

"Yes." The servant responded and left. After a while, he returned and said, "Your Highness, he is not at home. He is at Zuixianlou."

"Drunken Immortal Pavilion?" King Yi raised an eyebrow to hide his smile. Going home was not easy, but going to a restaurant was much easier. It was as if even the heavens were helping him.

"Your Highness, look."

"Go to Zuixianlou." Prince Yi gave the order decisively. He had always heard people in the palace say that Shen Li was different from before, and he wanted to see just how much she had changed.

The second floor of Zuixianlou was filled with private rooms of all sizes. Shen Li had already booked a room by the window. When she opened the window, she could see a yellow sedan chair parked in front of the door through the bamboo curtain.

She calmly withdrew her gaze, sipping her tea as if no one else was around, seemingly unmoved by anything.

"Huh? Could it be that royalty has arrived?" Shen Yue came over and asked, "Where's the bright yellow sedan chair?"