In ancient times, the powerful and wealthy seized power step by step.

To prove that little Gu Heng really liked her, Gu Zhao pressed her advantage, reaching out to place her hand on Zhu Qingyu's stomach and calling out expectantly:

"Gu Heng, come here, come here!"

Gu Heng, perhaps annoyed, kicked again, so hard that Zhu Qingyu's stomach hurt a little.

Zhu Qingyu held her stomach, frowned, and let out a soft groan.

Having caused trouble, the little one was terrified and shrank back inside Gu Heng's belly, not daring to move.

The old man was also startled. Gu Zhao quickly withdrew his hand and looked at her nervously.

"Are you alright?"

Zhu Qingyu took a breath, calmed down, and replied:

"It's alright. My book is almost finished. I've already made an appointment with Lord Zhuang to have it published by the official publishing house this year. Give me back my pen while I can still write, or it will be too late."

Gu Zhao couldn't do anything about it, and still wouldn't return the pen. He came up with a compromise, saying:

"You lie down, you talk, and I'll write it for you."

Zhu Qingyu thought this was indeed a good idea, so she agreed.

In the days that followed, not only did Zhu Qingyu not go to the clinic, but since the bandits had all been wiped out and there were no urgent tasks at hand, Gu Zhao assigned his duties to his subordinates and clerks, and he also stopped working to stay home and accompany Zhu Qingyu during her pregnancy.

As her belly grew bigger, Zhu Qingyu found it increasingly difficult to sleep at night. She couldn't sleep on her back and had to sleep on her side, waking up several times a night.

To accommodate the pregnant woman's schedule, Lord Gu forcibly changed his bad habit of waking up at 3:45 AM, so as not to wake Zhu Qingyu, who had finally fallen asleep, up again.

The two have the same daily routine, and after knowing each other for so long, they have spent a rare period of time inseparable.

Every day at Chenshi (7-9 AM), Zhu Qingyu wakes up, and Gu Zhao wakes up as well, and the two get up together to have breakfast.

After breakfast, before the sun got too strong, Gu Zhao accompanied Zhu Qingyu for a walk under the shade of the trees in the garden.

After returning from their walk, it was almost 9 AM. They went back to the cool and comfortable study where they had placed ice. Zhu Qingyu lay on a small couch with soft cushions in the study and dictated the contents of the book, while Gu Zhao sat at the desk and wrote the book according to her instructions.

In between, Granny Qin would bring tea and snacks according to the time, which would take about an hour. Then, at noon, they would have lunch together.

After lunch, we rested for a while, took a nap together, then got up and wrote for an hour, and then went for a walk in the sunset.

After dinner, the two snuggled together to read some miscellaneous books, chatted with Gu Heng, washed up, took a shower, and went to sleep.

The cycle repeated itself day after day, and Zhu Qingyu didn't feel that time was passing slowly at all.

The two stayed together from morning till night, never separating for a moment, and Zhu Qingyu didn't feel bored at all.

Even Gu Zhao sighed:

"This is how life should be lived! We can't be apart for even a day from now on! I have to tell Gu Heng that we have to be buried together even when we die, otherwise I definitely won't be used to being apart for even a day."

They're already thinking about burying the baby before the baby is even born.

Zhu Qingyu understands and respects Lord Gu's belief in sharing the same bed in life and the same grave in death, but cannot support it.

The moment Zhu Qingyu saw her mother that day, whether it was a figment of her imagination or reality, it reaffirmed her determination to erect a monument for herself at the Zhu family ancestral graves.

Since Gu Zhao was so unreserved, Zhu Qingyu also spoke without reservation:

"I'm afraid that's impossible. When I die, I'll be buried in the Zhu family ancestral graveyard, and a tombstone will be erected with inscriptions. Will you be buried with me in the Zhu family ancestral graveyard too? Besides, I was just about to discuss something with you. I can't wait until the year after next to go to Sichuan. Next year, when Gu Heng is a little older, I'll go. I've already found out that Zhu Dashan is from the same clan as me, and his generation is even higher than mine. I'll send Dashan back and look for our family's ancestral graveyard while I'm at it."

The Gu family's ancestral graves are in the north, and the Zhu family's ancestral graves are in the south. They are thousands of miles apart, which means that they will be separated for a long time to come!

Rejected so decisively, and knowing he couldn't persuade Zhu Qingyu, the sentimental Lord Gu became depressed about his lonely fate after his death.

This sorrow lingered around Lord Gu, present during meals, walks, writing, bathing, and even while reading.

Zhu Qingyu saw it, but heartlessly pretended not to.

She can't go back, it's her own choice, but no matter what, she has to leave her family with something to remember her by, at least let them know where she is. She can't compromise on this.

The two even had a cold war for half a day because of this, and didn't speak to each other for a long time.

In the middle of the night, Zhu Qingyu was lying on her side feeling uncomfortable. She was woken up by Gu Heng, who was blowing bubbles in her belly and not sleeping at all. She turned over, supporting her belly, and went to sleep with her back to Gu Zhao.

In the darkness, Gu Zhao leaned closer, hugged her, and whispered angrily:

"How can you be so heartless? Fine, fine, I'll follow you, bury you in your house, bury you together, you heartless woman."

Hearing Gu Zhao muttering behind her, Zhu Qingyu smiled silently, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Before they knew it, the Double Ninth Festival arrived, and the day of Zhu Qingyu's delivery was fast approaching. With Gu Zhao's assistance, Zhu Qingyu's two books, "Treatise on a Hundred Diseases" and "Record of Materia Medica," were finally completed and sent to the government office's bookstore for proofreading and printing.

Throughout history, it has always been fashionable for scholars to publish books. Although he is not as talented as Lord Du, he is still a third-ranked scholar. Lord Zhuang has also published several collections of poems and is very familiar with the publishing process. He knows where to save time and has sent word that he will try to get Lord Zhu's two books printed by the time of the Beginning of Winter and distribute them to government bookstores in counties all over the country.

Lord Zhuang was a man of his word. On the day of the Beginning of Winter, after Zhu Qingyu had breakfast, she was watching the first snowfall of the year under the eaves when Zhuang Min braved the snow to come to her door, personally delivering two books and smiling:

"We've made it just in time. Father had previously said that things should go well around the beginning of winter. He was worried that he might break his promise to Lord Zhu and that it would be bad if he didn't keep it. So these days, he's been personally overseeing the bookstore every day. Lord Zhu, please take a look and see if it's appropriate. If it is, then start printing."

The contents of the book had already been decided beforehand. Zhuang Min asked Zhu Qingyu to look at it, mainly to see if the book was printed well, what the paper quality was like, and whether the ink was clear.

Zhu Qingyu invited Zhuang Min to the side room for tea, while she picked up two books and started reading.

She has been in this world for six years.

These two books, combining her previous studies with her six years of clinical experience, represent the culmination of her six years of hard work.

When I held it in my hands and flipped through it, I had a magical feeling, as if I were facing my own child.

Zhu Qingyu closed the book and was about to tell Zhuang Min that there was no problem when she suddenly felt a dull pain in her stomach.

Gu Heng turned over in her stomach again, and the pain intensified. A warm liquid even trickled down her pants.

Zhu Qingyu, holding onto the table to make sure she wouldn't slip, carefully placed the book on the desk while calmly saying to Zhuang Min:

"Zhuang Min, go and call Granny Qin outside. Tell her to go to Hui Medical Clinic and invite Dr. Tan, who specializes in gynecology, over. Tell her that my water has broken and I'm about to give birth."