Reborn as a Happy Wife in a Rural Family
Chapter 85: Domineering

Chapter 85: Chapter 85: Domineering

Chen Erlang, so you finally understand.

Chen Erlang covered his face and took a deep look at Gu Qingli before stumbling away. He helped Chen Dalang onto the ox cart, forcing the ox to pull it away until it was clear of any carriages.

That glance made Gu Qingli’s skin crawl; she wondered what new trouble this madman was plotting.

Gu Qingli boarded her carriage and retrieved some medicinal powder from her Space. As they passed Chen Erlang’s ox cart, she extended her hand through the curtain and flicked the powder towards him.

An invisible, odorless powder wafted into Chen Erlang’s nostrils.

Gu Qingli genuinely detested this madman disgusting her. She hadn’t acted against him before because he hadn’t provoked her. But now, he had blatantly come to revolt her. She could no longer tolerate him. Of course, the drug would only make him slowly forget his past and would cause no harm to his life.

By the time the mistress and her servant hurried to Qiyang County, it was already afternoon.

Wuyou met them at the city gate.

"Miss," Wuyou greeted.

"Why the rush to come all the way here to meet us?" Gu Qingli asked.

"It wasn’t a rush, Miss. I came to take you to the new residence."

"Oh? A residence has already been bought?"

"Yes, Miss. It was the Young Master’s instruction."

He really is thoughtful, Gu Qingli mused. Thinking of Xiao Yunjing, she found herself genuinely missing him a little and wondered how he was faring.

The residence was located in Dongcheng, an area favored by high-ranking officials and nobles. It was a traditional courtyard-style house with a plaque reading "Gu Manor" hanging above the entrance.

Gu Qingli stepped inside.

This residence is much grander than the one in the County Town, she observed. A covered walkway encircled the courtyard, meaning one could walk about even during rain without getting wet or muddying one’s shoes. In the center of the courtyard, a pond held lotus plants, their new leaves just beginning to unfurl. An octagonal pavilion stood in the middle of the pond, a perfect spot for admiring the flowers and scenery. Various flowers, plants, and trees surrounded the pond, extending all the way to the main gate, all bursting with new buds, creating an atmosphere brimming with the vitality of spring.

Gu Qingli walked into the pavilion, closed her eyes, and savored the essence of spring.

Wuqing and Wuyou stood at the pavilion’s entrance, gazing at the slender figure. Today, their mistress wore a smoky-hued spring dress, its matching waistband cinching her slim waist, accentuating her long, graceful form. Her hair was swept up and secured with a jade hairpin. Standing there so quietly, she looked like a figure from a painting.

After a long moment, Gu Qingli opened her eyes and turned to see Wuqing watching her.

Wuqing blinked. She has been with Miss for several months now, witnessing her transformation from a sallow, gaunt girl into the beauty she is today. That incredibly beautiful and delicate face, with features exquisite to the extreme: skin like congealed jade, eyebrows as if painted, eyes like stars, a perfectly sculpted nose, and vermilion lips. She was gentle without being coquettish, beautiful without being ostentatious, and exuded a warmth that made people want to draw near.

Gu Qingli waved her hand in front of Wuqing’s face. "Wuqing, snap out of it."

"Miss," Wuqing uttered, returning to her senses. I lost my composure in front of Miss, she thought, too embarrassed to address Gu Qingli by name.

"Let’s go. Has Wuyou started preparing food? You should go rest too. Did you plan to just stand there foolishly if I didn’t tell you to?"

"Miss, this servant is not tired."

Gu Qingli gently poked her forehead. "My silly girl, *I’m* tired. Take me to my room."

"Very well, Miss. Please follow this servant," Wuqing replied, the corner of her mouth twitching slightly.

Just moments before, Wuyou had told her where Miss’s room was located.

The mistress and servant followed the covered walkway to the main suite, where Wuqing stepped forward and opened the door.

Inside was a small parlor. A set of antique low tables was placed in the room, surrounded by low couches suitable for both sitting and reclining.

This setup is quite indulgent, Gu Qingli thought.

The low table was rectangular, much like a modern coffee table, and held a tea tray with a set of blue-and-white porcelain teaware.

Her bedroom was to the left.

Wuyou opened the bedroom door, and Gu Qingli shifted her gaze before stepping inside.

The moment she stepped into the bedroom, the fragrance of nanmu wood greeted her. She examined her surroundings closely, a smirk playing on her lips. All the furniture, including the bed, is made of golden nanmu! Extravagant, truly extravagant!

Gu Qingli smiled so broadly her large eyes narrowed into slits.

Even Wuqing’s usually impassive face showed a hint of emotion. Though we are not wealthy, we’ve seen many treasures and precious objects in this world and have broad knowledge. One glance is enough to tell this is top-quality golden nanmu. Such material is hard to find. It can only be said that the Young Master’s affection for Miss is profound. A small box of it alone would be worth a thousand gold pieces; this entire collection is beyond valuation in silver.

Gu Qingli’s excitement lasted only for a dozen breaths. Thank you, Xiao Yunjing, for your thoughtfulness, she silently conveyed her gratitude before quickly composing herself. Everything here is mine now. I mustn’t act like someone who’s never seen the world and give Wuqing and the others a reason to laugh. I’d seen golden nanmu in my past life too; it was just that money couldn’t buy it, as so little of it circulated on the market. Here, however, such things can be bought as long as one has silver.

Gu Qingli asked Wuqing to bring hot water so she could freshen up.

Wuqing was swift, bringing the hot water promptly. After washing, Gu Qingli collapsed onto the soft brocade quilt for a short nap.

Even if I want to sleep, I need to eat first. People are iron, food is steel; skip a meal, and you’ll feel the hunger pangs. I ate at noon, but Wuqing hasn’t. I can’t just eat things from my Space and let Wuqing watch, can I? Besides, some modern items are not suitable to appear here.

Wuyou was also very quick. She and a kitchen maid brought out the dishes and rice, setting them up in the living room before waking Gu Qingli.

After the meal, Wuyou didn’t discuss the patients with her, simply telling her to rest and that they would talk tomorrow.

Gu Qingli was more than happy with that; after several hours of being jolted in the carriage, her bones felt as if they had come loose.

After letting her food settle for a while, she washed away her fatigue, got into bed, and slept soundly until dawn the next day.

After breakfast, Wuqing and Wuyou helped her dress—naturally, in the same Medicine King attire she had worn before.

The two were quite skilled; after they were done with their fussing, even Gu Qingli herself thought she looked like an old man.

Then, the mistress and her two servants headed towards the Gu Clinic.

It was still early morning, so not many patients had arrived at the Gu Clinic yet. Gu Qingli first went to check on Uncle Yu, taking his pulse.

His pulse is very good. Within a month, Uncle Yu can make a full recovery.

This time, Yu Fengxiang regarded Gu Qingli with a different expression, his eyes filled not only with gratitude but also with deep admiration.

Gu Qingli merely gave the father and son a slight nod before exiting the room, perfectly maintaining her Medicine King persona.

In another room, an emaciated woman lay on a sickbed, her abdomen conspicuously swollen.

The plainly dressed man beside her quickly rose to his feet when he saw the mistress and her servants arrive, standing respectfully to the side, hardly daring to breathe.

Gu Qingli shot a glance at Wuyou, who was exuding a cool, aloof air.

Wuqing had already arranged a chair and now stood behind it.

Gu Qingli sat down and gestured for the woman to extend her right hand.

Sigh! I’m starting to really dislike not being able to speak. What am I supposed to do? How can a doctor conduct a consultation without asking questions? My original body’s voice is too delicate; no matter how I try to force it, I can’t produce a masculine sound.