The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 87 My husband... isn't quite right in the head.
There was activity on the mountain road leading to Zexian County.

Hundreds of officers and soldiers arrived ahead of time to clear the way, carrying truckloads of coarse salt.

Around noon, horse-drawn carriages passed by Xilin Village.

Prefect Zhu had been traveling by carriage for several days and was feeling somewhat exhausted. He took a sip of tea with an air of superiority, eagerly anticipating his trip to Ze County to see the Fifth Prince.

If he gains the favor of the Fifth Prince, he may be promoted.

The carriage swayed along the way.

Once we entered the mountain road, we prioritized stability over speed.

"grown ups."

Just then, someone outside shouted.

Known for his amiable nature, Prefect Zhu gently lifted a corner of the carriage curtain and asked in a soft voice, "What is it?"

“Someone is following us from a distance.”

The soldier reported, "They're right behind us. Should we drive them away?"

Prefect Zhu frowned: "Go and inquire about it."

"Yes."

The soldiers left quickly and returned just as quickly.

"Sir, the people driving the oxcart are a mother and daughter-in-law. We've searched the children in the cart; they're a boy under ten years old and a weak man who's quite ill. They said they're going to town to see a doctor."

"Gah."

A bird called out from the sky.

When Prefect Zhu looked over and saw that it was a crow, his expression turned sour.

Even so, he still sighed, "It's not easy either, let them be."

"You are a compassionate person."

Although it was a sunny day, it was still unusually cold, with a biting wind blowing right into my body.

Yu Tingwan doesn't know how to drive an oxcart, but Hui Niang does.

The soldiers couldn't completely clear the snow from the mountain roads; they could only clear it to a point where it was barely passable.

Fortunately, the tracks left by the carriages ahead made the journey much easier for them than they had imagined.

The girl smeared ash on her face before going out, so she didn't look so conspicuous or attract attention.

She sat next to Hui Niang while she studied.

Yu Tingwan inquired with the soldiers and learned that after eating dinner, they would have to continue their journey and would not stop to rest until around 9 PM.

The girl was thoughtful and planned to take turns driving the oxcart with Hui Niang, otherwise she was worried that Hui Niang's body wouldn't be able to handle it.

At the same time, she was multitasking, asking the people behind her questions from time to time.

"My husband, are you alright?"

Wei Zhao initially wanted to reply.

"Fortunately."

"It's alright."

"It's okay."

Towards the end, he didn't want to say a single word.

Because he vomited blood again.

This terrified Yue Shan. Just as he was about to scream for help, he saw the man put his index finger to his lips, telling him to shut up.

Even though he only made one movement, there was an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Yu Tingwan, who hadn't received a reply for a long time, felt inexplicably uneasy: "Husband?"

After a long while, he heard Yue Shan say very softly, "Uncle Shen is asleep."

Upon hearing this, Yu Tingwan, fearing she might disturb Wei Zhao's rest, fell silent.

Wei Zhao didn't sleep. He wiped the blood with a coarse cloth and stared at the sky with his eyes open.

It's quite blue.

The air was exceptionally fresh.

Amid the girl's rambling, it seemed as if everything had gained hope.

Time passed quickly, and as darkness fell, the carriages in front stopped.

The guards began preparing dinner for the officials in the carriage.

Many county officials dismounted from their carriages and, as if to greet the prefect, all headed towards him, seizing the opportunity to curry favor.

Except for Magistrate Yang, who got off the last dilapidated carriage.

He was a loner, hesitated for a moment, and didn't follow.

They wouldn't be welcomed even if they went.

While she was at it, Hui Niang heated up some coarse flour buns and boiled some eggs.

Yue Shan jumped off the oxcart to feed the old ox. He needed to eat his fill to have the strength.

Yu Tingwan was not idle either. She set up a fire, took out a medicine pot, grabbed some snow from it, and heated it to melt it so she could decoct the medicine.

She had just squatted down and put the lid on the medicine jar when a shadow fell over her head.

Yu Tingwan looked up.

He was a young county magistrate.

Unlike the other county magistrates I had just seen, he was thin and dressed in light clothing.

The constable behind him stepped forward: "This is Magistrate Yang, the third-ranked scholar of the twenty-eighth year of the Great Jin Dynasty."

Just as the young woman and Hui Niang were about to stand up to pay their respects, Magistrate Yang waved his hand. "No need for formalities."

"I heard you came to see a doctor, so I came to check on you. If there's anything I can do to help, I will certainly do so."

Magistrate Yang was approachable and very welcoming.

After learning a little about the Wei family's situation, he sighed deeply.

First, he praised Hui Niang.

"You've done a really good job as parents."

Then he praised Yu Tingwan.

"You are a model woman for your husband who is so devoted to you."

Yu Tingwan: ! !
Yes, it's her!

Magistrate Yang even walked a few steps to the oxcart to see the people lying inside.

My first impression was one of surprise.

In the countryside, there was a man with such extraordinary looks.

On second glance, it's a pity.

How did she get so sick? She seems to be breathing very weakly. She's probably beyond saving.

With a third glance, he met Wei Zhao's cold gaze.

Wei Zhao had an impression of the third-ranked scholar during the twenty-eighth year of the Jin Dynasty.

I once heard Xiao Huaiyan mention it.

It is said that Yang Weiwen has a lot of ambition, but he doesn't know how to be flexible and is more stubborn than anyone else.

He caught the eye of the Ninth Princess, who intended to make him her consort.

The Ninth Princess was born to the Empress; anyone else would have been overjoyed.

He simply refused.

He said he has a fiancée at home.

Since neither the man nor the woman was married, even if they were to get married, it would be a blessing for him to be favored by the Ninth Princess. Anyone with sense would have already dutifully divorced their wives.

But Yang Weiwen just wouldn't agree.

The Ninth Princess was of noble birth and could not tolerate such humiliation.

Even if the emperor didn't say anything, he could still feel anger. He turned around and exiled Yang Weiwen, who was supposed to be on duty at the Hanlin Academy, to Liu'an City as a minor county magistrate.

Wei Zhao: "Have you seen enough?"

Yang Weiwen felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason.

"Enough...enough."

Yu Tingwan's lips twitched.

They were afraid of offending anyone.

She hurried forward: "My husband..."

She nodded: "This place isn't very good. Please don't hold it against us ignorant commoners, sir."

Wei Zhao:......

Yang Weiwen hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no."

He said, "Don't even mention me. Even if it were the prefect, he wouldn't care."

Yang Weiwen was a talkative person, and these past few days, apart from the constables around him, no one paid any attention to him.

It's hard to stop now.

"The prefect is the person I admire most."

"He actually knew General Wei!"

It's unclear whether the person who admires Wei Zhao is the prefect or the prefect who has met him.

Yang Weiwen: "Last time, the prefect said that he and General Wei have a good personal relationship."

Wei Zhao looked over expressionlessly.

I saw the envy on Yang Weiwen's face.

He looked sickly and said, "He's lying to you."

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

She whispered, "Say less of what you shouldn't say."

Wei Zhao: "Really."

What could Yu Tingwan do? She could only nod her head again at the bewildered Magistrate Yang.

Yang Weiwen knew how serious Wei Zhao's illness was; he was talking nonsense.

"The other prefects who rushed to Ze County probably all had their own agendas, and weren't really there to see General Wei off!"

Yang Weiwen sighed, "We adults are different; he genuinely went to see his friend off. What a sincere friendship!"

"It's hard to imagine how much he'll cry then."

Wei Zhao had imagined it.

She burst into tears and became the center of attention.

He was remembered by officials in the capital.

Wei Zhao said calmly, "I understand."

"Anyway, he's dead. Even if he claims to be my ancestor, there's no way to prove it, right?"

(End of this chapter)