The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 85 You've really struck gold!
Wei Zhao glanced at him indifferently: "Take your hand away."

Yu Tingwan was very easy to talk to, and slowly withdrew her hand.

Then she watched helplessly as Wei Zhao closed the window.

With a 'bang', neither too loud nor too soft.

Yu Tingwan blinked thoughtfully.

She walked forward in silence.

A moment later, Wei Zhao saw someone peek out from the half-open door.

Then we went back inside.

The girl wore the simplest cotton coat, but the beauty mark at the corner of her eye revealed a touch of brilliance.

Yu Tingwan used long-nose pliers to stir the charcoal fire in the basin, making it burn brighter, before coming to Wei Zhao's side.

She raised her hand.

He wasn't hit.

Instead, she grabbed the man's hand.

Sure enough, it was cold.

Wei Zhao's body never seemed to get warm.

Yu Tingwan frowned: "Why didn't you say so sooner?"

Wei Zhao:?
Yu Tingwan: "It's cold outside, and the wind is strong at night. You should have closed the window earlier."

She felt helpless about this.

"How can you only care about talking to me and not take care of your health? You only close the door when you can't take it anymore?"

She said softly, "Don't do it again next time, I won't blame you."

Wei Zhao:? ?

Yu Tingwan: "It's a good thing you married me. If it were any other girl, she would definitely misunderstand."

She began to spare no effort in cultivating a good impression of him.

"This shows how magnanimous I am."

"I still understand you."

"You've really struck gold."

Wei Zhao:......

No, he's in big trouble.

"let go."

Yu Tingwan did not relax.

She even took the opportunity to touch it.

I'm very satisfied!
"Can I..."

The words were not finished.

"No."

Yu Tingwan asked, puzzled, "I haven't said anything yet."

She said very seriously, "Can I sleep with you on the same pillow tonight? I'll be careful and I definitely won't aggravate your wound."

“You’re sensitive to the cold, so if we huddle together, we can keep each other warm.”

After saying that, the girl waited expectantly for Wei Zhao's reply.

Wei Zhao replied with the same two words: "No."

Yu Tingwan didn't understand.

She can't figure it out!
"Old Zhou and Matchmaker Liu only share one pillow! Why can't we?"

Disgust flashed in Wei Zhao's eyes: "You're comparing us to them?"

Yu Tingwan realized what was happening.

"right."

"I'm not calling you dad."

Then Wei Zhao pushed her out of the house.

Yu Tingwan watched helplessly as the door was closed.

But a magnanimous daughter-in-law like her wouldn't hold a grudge!
She turned to get back to work, saying, "Mom, let me help you."

Yu Tingwan untied the yoke from the ox's neck and separated the cart from him.

Hui Niang and Yue Shan built a simple wooden fence in the corner of the yard and threw in a lot of thatch for the old ox to live in.

Inside the room, Wei Zhao leaned against the door, waiting quietly with his eyes half-closed, making no other move.

My head was still spinning, I had no energy, and my breathing was heavy.

Even though I've been taking this ginseng and lingzhi for the past few days, it's had some effect; my pulse is stronger than before.

But I still feel pain and discomfort everywhere.

He was thin, pale, and still looked broken. He stood there for a very long time.

Listening to the voices outside.

It was her voice. "Mother, I see there are pumpkins in our cellar. Let's cut them up tomorrow."

Hui Niang: "Want to eat pumpkin?"

Yu Tingwan: "No, that's not it. I want to eat pumpkin seeds."

They're fried until crispy and crunchy, and it's incredibly satisfying to eat them on a winter's day.

"Okay, I'll make it for you."

After a while, the girl spoke again.

This time, the price was intentionally kept low.

But Wei Zhao had excellent hearing and heard every single word.

"Mom, your son has a bad temper."

Hui Niang hesitated for a moment: "...Is that so? What happened, did Ah Lang bully you?"

Yu Tingwan: "Mm."

She said, "But I will give in to him."

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law spoke intermittently.

Despite feeling the noise, Wei Zhao's heart was unusually calm.

At this moment, he felt neither the pressure of being a son of the Duke of Shun, nor the tension of worrying about the safety of his soldiers on the battlefield. Nor did he contemplate suicide after suffering a blow.

Whether it was the soft light from the lamps in the room or something he was thinking of, a fleeting, muffled laugh appeared on his lips, as if bathed in moonlight, its radiance flowing.

What's particularly rare is that it makes him seem to possess an almost imperceptible human touch.

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The sky was still dark when Yu Tingwan was fast asleep.

But someone had already knocked on the Wei family's door.

"Bang bang bang."

Yu Tingwan woke up groggily, put on her cotton-padded clothes and went outside, where she saw Hui Niang also coming out of the house.

A look of surprise flashed in Hui Niang's eyes: "Perhaps it's your father who's back."

She hurried to open the door.

It wasn't Wei Shouzhong.

It turned out to be Chang Shu.

Chang Shu smiled when he saw her.

"Auntie, this is wonderful news!"

happiness?
Chang Shu: "My father just received a message from Liuan City saying that their Prefect Zhu is going to pass through here and go to the town."

Yu Tingwan, standing behind her, suddenly snapped out of her daze and asked urgently, "When are you coming?"

"I reckon we'll arrive around noon."

Chang Shu: "Our village is remote. The mountains are blocked by heavy snow. The mountain roads leading to the town and county are probably knee-deep. They are stone paths, and when the snow and ice freeze, they become extremely slippery. The journey is also long. If you walk on them, you might die."

These days the sun is shining brightly, but it's far from being passable.

I thought I could just drag it out day by day, but I'm afraid Wei Shen can't afford to.

But things are different now.

Chang Shu: "In a few days, General Wei's coffin will be transported to Ze County."

He revealed, "I heard that the emperor sent the fifth prince and many high-ranking officials to retrieve General Wei's remains."

"The prefects and magistrates of several nearby cities couldn't sit still and rushed to Ze County, probably wanting to show their faces in front of those nobles in the capital."

Hui Niang was a little confused: "Huh? Wasn't the road closed?"

Without Chang Shu even needing to remind her, Yu Tingwan said with undisguised delight.

“Mother, there are only two roads from Liuan City to Ze County. One of them requires crossing a bridge, but that bridge collapsed before the New Year. I don’t know if the money allocated by the imperial court was embezzled by the higher-ups, or if the money passed down through the layers of government was not enough to repair the road. As a result, construction has been delayed and no one has started repairing it. Our place has become the only way to get there.”

Chang Shu: ...

While you're right, that's a bit too audacious.

This is a poor and impoverished place, not a prosperous area, and the roads are not well-connected.

If Prefect Zhu is willing to take a long, roundabout route, he can also go to Ze County.

But... by then General Wei's coffin had already been taken away, and he couldn't make it in time.

As for how Prefect Zhu led his subordinate county officials across the mountain road...

They naturally have their own methods.

Whether it's spreading coarse salt to clear the way or having subordinates clear the path with shovels beforehand, there's always someone willing to go to great lengths and spend money to come up with various solutions.

These are things that ordinary people like them cannot do.

Yu Tingwan smiled at Chang Shu and said, "Thank you for making the trip. Let me thank the village head."

"Don't rush off yet. Take the persimmons with you. The house needs tidying up, so I won't go see my mother-in-law."

Wei Zhao, who was inside the house, heard the girl laughing particularly happily.

"Mother, let's pack up and then follow the prefect from a distance to help my husband get treatment."