readsfreenovel Chapter 200: The Chasing-Husband Trilogy
Chapter 200: The Chasing-Husband Trilogy
"It must be because I haven't gotten out of bed for a long time. You two don't need to help me. Let me walk by myself." Lin Wan'er said as she lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
"No, my sister is weak and shouldn't get out of bed," Xiao Qi said urgently.
But the person inside seemed not to have heard what he said. He had already seen Lin Wan'er approach the screen, but she missed a step and fell down.
He didn't have time to think further; he darted around the screen and caught her waist with one hand to prevent her from falling.
The two maids exchanged a glance and quietly retreated a little further away.
Lin Wan'er let out a soft cry and leaned against Xiao Qi's chest, her voice weak: "Why are my legs still not obeying me?"
"No... don't rush." Xiao Qi practically half-embraced Lin Wan'er in his arms. Only then did he realize that Lin Wan'er was only wearing her undergarments, and he immediately panicked.
He wanted the maid to help the person away, but when he looked around, he realized the maid had left sometime earlier, so he could only say, "I'll help you to bed, but you can get out of bed in a few days."
He didn't dare look Lin Wan'er in the eye when he spoke, and only helped her back.
Lin Wan'er was already feeling very uneasy. She didn't dare to meet Xiao Qi's gaze, but she was determined to go all the way since she was going to listen to Shen Li.
She took only two steps before slipping again and falling into Xiao Qi's arms, feeling his heartbeat rapidly against her back.
"Miss Lin, I apologize for the offense." Seeing that she was too weak, Xiao Qi simply picked her up and carried her to the bed.
Lin Wan'er gasped softly. She didn't know if this move would work on Xiao Qi, but her heart was clearly racing, and she forgot what to do next.
First, show weakness.
The second is to create close contact.
The third half-heartedly agreed, firmly believing that even if a cooked duck could fly, it couldn't escape the palm of one's hand.
She did the first two things, though they looked very stiff. But how was she going to do the last one? Would it seem too frivolous to put her arm around his neck now?
While she hesitated for a moment, Xiao Qi had already placed her on the bed, taken off her shoes, and covered her with a blanket.
"Please forgive my offense, young lady. Farewell." Xiao Qi silently did many things, then turned around and strode away, almost bumping into the table because he was going so fast.
“Hey, Xiao…” Lin Wan’er wanted to call someone back to complete the third step, but it would be too deliberate to do so now.
She felt a little discouraged as she watched the person walk away. What a great opportunity, and she had just let it slip away.
I should have known better than to hesitate.
However, while it wasn't a complete success, it wasn't a complete failure either; the two had never had such close contact before.
It seems that Shen Li is not only quite capable and decisive in important matters, but also an expert in dealing with men.
I don't know where she learned it, but as long as it's useful, that's fine.
"Miss, the young master has sent so many things! Look, food, clothes, and other necessities—he's practically brought his whole house!" Two maids directed the servants to carry the boxes in one by one.
"Let me see." Lin Wan'er lifted the blanket and got out of bed; her leg had miraculously healed.
The girls were also amazed.
After leaving Lin Wan'er's courtyard, Xiao Qi was unable to calm down for a long time. He drank water all afternoon but still felt his blood boiling. He cursed himself for being a beast.
My sister Wan is so sick, and I still can't stop thinking about her illness. I deserve a beating.
"Come here." Xiao Qi beckoned his clever pageboy forward and asked in a low voice, "If I like a girl, but I don't know if it would be rash to propose marriage so soon, and if I don't propose, I don't know if she'll be willing, what should I do?"
"You mean Lin..."
Xiao Qi gave him a warning look.
“Oh, then you can just ask her.” The pageboy looked like he could handle anything. “Find an opportunity to meet her privately. Whether she’s willing or not, she can tell you.”
"When I see her, I can't remember what to say at all," Xiao Qi said anxiously.
"Then why don't you write it down?" The page pointed to the paper in front of the desk.
"That's one way, but we can't rush these things. Let's hear what Li'er has to say." With that thought, Xiao Qi picked up his pen and began to write a letter.
The letter was for Shen Li. In his opinion, Shen Li was the most meticulous person in the family, so it was always good to ask her.
The pageboy was completely ignored. He was stunned. So why was he being asked this question?
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With a steady stream of food and medicine being transported from the rear, more and more people in Xuzhou City recovered thanks to the support of these supplies.
Although hundreds of people are still getting sick every day, their symptoms are not severe because they drank the water infused with medicine early on, and they can be easily treated. Now the biggest problem has become flooding.
The riverbank breached, and floodwaters rushed into the city, polluting the land and even the well water. If not treated promptly, people would be infected in droves.
Li Rui and the second-in-command Wu Yong investigated and confirmed that corruption had indeed occurred in the previous projects, but they had managed to conceal it from the censor and the supervisor of the Ministry of Works. When the memorial was sent to the emperor, he was furious.
He immediately ordered the Governor-General of the Henan Provincial Water Transport and the Provincial Treasurer to be bound and taken to the capital for trial by the Court of Judicial Review.
The Prince of Yi was heartbroken before, but now he is somewhat panicked. The Provincial Governor is his man, and he has taken a lot of money from him. If Gu Chang'an is allowed to investigate, he will probably find out about him sooner or later.
However, the Ministry of Justice is a close confidant of the Crown Prince, so he cannot send gifts there. He can only focus his efforts on Gu Chang'an.
Shen Li was not surprised at all that Gu Chang'an was chosen. Firstly, the emperor had more faith in Gu Chang'an's abilities, and secondly, the Flying Fish Guards were currently dealing with the Grand Secretary.
She could guess just by listening to the news coming from all sides how lively the capital was now.
It's likely that the Crown Prince's faction isn't idle either; they're probably busy figuring out how to take another hit at Prince Yi, unaware that they're about to face a major disaster.
Once Premier Zhou falls from grace, he'll have plenty to cry about.
Shen Li couldn't help but sigh when she thought of this.
People rush about in the world, merely a hasty stroke in the painting of heaven and earth. In all the struggles and fights, how many can truly leave a mark on this painting?
She was lying on a recliner in the courtyard, shaded by grapevines, with an iced watermelon beside her and two basins of ice behind her. The maids stood behind the ice basins, fanning themselves, and the air that blew onto Shen Li was cool and refreshing.
Shen Li held the ice bowl, used a small silver fork to pick up a watermelon and put it in her mouth. She felt refreshed all over and her mood improved.
This was a common pastime for her during the summer, but now that she was an official, it had become a rare treat.
It is said that scientific expeditions can change a person's destiny. She used to think that it would not affect her, but now she believes it.
Although the prefectures and counties have not yet returned to normal, they have adapted to her disaster relief regulations, and there will be no problem if they continue to do so step by step.
So she has been relatively free lately, claiming to be ill and recuperating, leaving trivial matters to the prefect, and hardly handling anything important.