Shen Yuerong did not notice Fu Hengyu's dazed look. She used all her strength to show the results of her three years of hard training in front of her husband.
After holding on for a few breaths, his skinny arms could no longer bear the weight, his elbows felt sore and weak, and he fell back into the wheelchair.
Even so, she was so tired that she was sweating all over her forehead and breathing heavily, like a fish about to die of thirst, "Husband, have you seen it?"
Fu Hengyu hummed absentmindedly, his Adam's apple sliding as he swallowed secretly.
Worried that Shen Yuerong might notice something, he leaned over and said, "You've suffered a lot these years, but I still have to write memorials. I'll come see you when I'm done."
He turned and left with a shaky step, not forgetting to turn around and wave his hand, "Rong'er, it's autumn now, be careful not to catch a cold, go back to the yard and wait for me first."
Shen Yuerong looked at Fu Hengyu's back, feeling empty inside.
Her recovery is in sight. As her husband, shouldn't Fu Hengyu be happy for her?
However, Fu Hengyu walked away, and she had to keep this doubt in her heart.
Sitting in the courtyard where peonies were swaying, Shen Yuerong was dazed until her maid Qinghua arrived.
Qinghua came running over, holding a booklet, and was furious. "Miss, she just came in, and she really thinks she is the Buddha! Look at what she wants? Keep the pregnancy safe, keep the pregnancy safe, it's not like she's pregnant with a prince, why is it so precious!"
The little maidservant had just reached the age of marriage, and her tender face was covered with pockmarks. She became angry and gnashed her teeth, "Miss, you have been in the general's mansion for so many years, and you have never used these. Who does she think she is!"
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