However, his body, which was just recovering from serious injuries, could not withstand the strain. Even though Shen Qinghe tried his best to talk to Meng Zhao, he fell into a deep sleep after eating some liquid food.

When he woke up the next day, his condition was much better than the day before. However, ever since Shen Qinghe regained his senses, he insisted on not letting Meng Zhao help him bathe and change his clothes.

Meng Zhao was quite puzzled by this. He used to try to seduce her every day, but now he was acting coy. Although it saved her from having to serve him, he was a little disappointed that he no longer had the chance to take advantage of her.

Little did people know that Shen Qinghe also had his own unspeakable suffering. It wasn't until the next day when the doctor came for a follow-up visit that he said his wound had reopened a little and he was told with a meaningful tone that he should "rest quietly and calmly".

But whenever Meng Zhao got close and smelled her scent, he couldn't control himself. Not to mention the feeling of her soft fingertips brushing against his skin, which made him tense up all over. He couldn't care less about any doctor's orders.

In order to recover his health, he could only refuse with tears in his eyes. At the same time, he would not even look at the food that the doctor forbade him to eat, and he would hold his nose and drink the medicine that he was supposed to drink, no matter how bitter it was.

When the doctor came to examine him again, he could only praise him, saying that he was recovering much faster than expected. The injury that originally required him to stay in bed for half a month was now being treated in just seven or eight days, and he was already able to get out of bed on his own and walk with help.

"Let's walk slowly. The wound has just scabbed over; don't let it reopen." Meng Zhao stood beside him, one arm around Shen Qinghe's waist, the other holding his wrist that was wrapped around her shoulder, providing him with support.

At first, Shen Qing only dared to loosely put his arm around Meng Zhao's shoulder, afraid of pressing down on her. But Meng Zhao soon discovered that the more he tightened his grip, the harder it was for them to maintain their balance, and they swayed as they walked.

She couldn't help but stop and look up at me reproachfully, "Don't hold back! Put all your weight on my shoulder, I can handle it."

Shen Qinghe then dared to loosen his grip and lean half of his body against her. This leaning brought the two of them extremely close. Ever since they confessed their feelings to each other, Meng Zhao had become increasingly bold. At this moment, she directly took his wrist and led his arm to wrap around her chest.

As the weather grew hotter, people wore lighter and lighter clothes. After walking a few steps, Meng Zhao noticed that Shen Qinghe's breathing suddenly became rapid. Turning her head, she saw that his cheeks were flushed and his forehead was covered in fine sweat. She quickly helped him sit down on the recliner in the courtyard.

"What's wrong? Did you rush? The doctor said it's okay to get out of bed a few days later, but you insisted on being stubborn."

Shen Qinghe turned his face away, not daring to look at her. He waited until his breathing calmed down before speaking: "We have been staying here for quite a while now. I suppose Huang Cui has already sent the things to the capital. Someone will probably come in a few days. If I keep lying in bed, I'm afraid I will delay my mission."

Upon hearing this, Meng Zhao curled her lips and said, "You almost lost your life while doing this job. Any reasonable boss should have given you a few more days off to recover from your injury. There's no reason to rush an injured person back to work."

“The Prince of Jingnan colluded with the Grand Canal Transport Commissioner to embezzle grain and misappropriate funds for river management. As long as we can prove that he has ‘shaken the foundation of the country’ or ‘intended to rebel,’ even if he has an imperial edict to protect him, he will not escape death. Since I was the one who investigated this case, I should participate in the trial.”

Meng Zhao understood that everyone has their own career to pursue. If it were her, she probably wouldn't easily give up on important business just because someone told her to "take care of your health." So she didn't stop Shen Qinghe from doing his work, but instead asked softly, "Have you rested enough? Would you like me to help you walk around a bit more?"

Shen Qinghe's ears turned slightly red. He hesitated for a moment and was about to nod in agreement when he suddenly heard the courtyard gate open. Xu Renyi rushed in, "Shopkeeper! I heard from the doctor that Lord Shen needs to move around more, so I specially went to town today to buy a new cane!"

He presented the cane as if it were a treasure. The sandalwood was polished smooth and shiny, and it was wrapped with non-slip cotton strips. Shen Qinghe's expression froze. Before he could speak, Meng Zhao took it and weighed it in his hand: "It's quite sturdy." As he spoke, he and Xu Renyi helped him up on either side. "Try it out to see if it fits."

Shen Qinghe managed to take two steps, then frowned and said, "It seems a bit too high."

Xu Renyi immediately added solicitously, "The craftsman said to make it extra long! If it's not suitable, just cut a section from the bottom!" As he spoke, he went to get his tools, "I'll fix it for you right away, it'll only take a quarter of an hour!"

"No rush..." Before Shen Qinghe could finish speaking, Xu Renyi had already dashed off to the woodshed. He glanced helplessly at Meng Zhao beside him, "You're quite the diligent fellow."

"That's right, he took good care of you while you were injured."

Shen Qinghe slowly stood up, reached out and took Meng Zhao's hand. Meng Zhao was about to ask him what was wrong when she suddenly heard footsteps coming from the direction of the woodshed, and quickly withdrew her hand.

Caught off guard, Shen Qinghe swayed and nearly fell to the ground. Meng Zhao quickly stepped forward to help him up and whispered, "There are still people here. Let's talk inside."

Although it's inevitable that they'll get close when helping Shen Qing walk, it's ultimately to help with rehabilitation. But if they hold hands in public, anyone can see through it at a glance.

She glanced at Xu Renyi, who was busy in the yard, and helped Shen Qinghe into the house. As soon as the door closed, Shen Qinghe couldn't wait to pull her into his arms and nuzzle her neck. "It's just holding hands, why do we have to hide inside?"

Meng Zhao felt ticklish from his rubbing, but suddenly remembered something and hesitated before gently pushing his chest: "Qing He, I have something to tell you."

Shen Qinghe, still retaining the intimacy from before, asked with a smile, "What's the matter that you're taking so seriously?"

"Our affair..." Meng Zhao bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and then said softly, "Could we not let others know about it for now?"

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