The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 110 Among all the scholars in the world, there are far too many unfaithful and fickle ones.

The departure should not be delayed any longer.

The coffin that had been placed in the mourning hall was respectfully carried out by Wei's army.

As the surrounding people knelt down to bid him farewell, Ying Yin mounted his horse.

The long line moved forward.

Just outside the county town, Xiao Huaiyan looked back.

For some unknown reason, Fu Meng escorted them to the city gate, saw a peddler carrying meat pies, turned around and chased after him, disappearing in a flash.

"Sir, General Wei's white tiger didn't follow us."

The confidant also noticed this and informed Ying Yin of the matter.

Ying Yin didn't pay any attention.

He's just an animal, yet he can't be treated lightly, harshly, or punished. He even finds him a burden, thinking he's too much of a troublemaker.

"Chi Yu left some of Wei's army here, and the officials from the Ministry of Justice are also here. Nothing will happen, so there's no need to worry."

As she spoke, a flicker of emotion crossed Ying Yin's eyes.

Animals are animals; they have a big playful streak.

I'm afraid they'll catch up again in a few days, just like they did today.

He glanced at his confidant and asked in a low voice, "Is there anything unusual about the Wei family army?"

The confidant hurriedly replied, "No."

Ying Yin twitched the corner of his mouth.

Yes, what else could be unusual?
Heaven is jealous of talent, and Wei Zhao died.

He was a filial son; if he had any breath left, he would never have abandoned Lady Shunguo.

Pity.

The glory left by the Wei family ancestors must also be buried with Wei Zhao.

Xiao Huaiyan tightened the reins and headed towards Chi Yu, who was leading the Wei family army behind him.

His brows were furrowed, and his gaze toward Chi Yu was filled with doubt and inquiry.

Xiao Huaiyan said meaningfully, "That's strange too."

"Old Ge actually stayed to help out at the clinic."

Chi Yu said expressionlessly, "Saving lives and healing the wounded, let alone the Fifth Prince's permission, even if he hadn't, Elder Ge would still be a free man in the Wei family army."

Outsiders are not allowed to interfere.

Xiao Huaiyan scoffed: "Saving lives and healing the wounded? Him?"

It's fine to say this to outsiders.

The officials in the capital believed it, Ying Yin believed it, and the emperor believed it.

After all, the members of Wei's army are careful about their image when they are out in public.

They're all faking their deaths!

Is Old Ge any good?
When Xiao Huaiyan broke his arm, we didn't see Old Ge lift a finger!

Oh, I have made a move; he just asked for eight hundred taels.

Xiao Huaiyan, who was obsessed with money, told him to get lost.

He's given up on treatment!

Let him die.

In the end, Wei Zhao couldn't bear to see him suffer and set his bones.

Who's going to be grateful?
Damn it, it was Wei Zhao who caused his fracture, which is why the imperial physicians in the capital dared not treat him! Even his father didn't show any pity and even scolded him for deserving it.

Xiao Huaiyan placed his hand on the coffin with a half-smile.

"Chi Yu, how many years have you been with him?"

"Eight years of war. Oh, I almost forgot, you were his follower in the capital."

The world only knows that the Wei family army is brave and skilled in battle, and that everyone in it is capable.

Only Xiao Huaiyan had dealt with these people thoroughly and without reservation. He had long since figured out their true nature.

Chi Yu: "What instructions does the Crown Prince have?"

A flicker of suspicion crossed Xiao Huaiyan's eyes, but in the end he neither asked nor spoke, and all fell silent.

He said casually, "Nothing, I just wanted to see if his right-hand men were hiding any secrets."

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The weather is sunny as usual today.

The county gates were wide open, and numerous guards patrolled the area, making quite a spectacle.

With their travel permits in hand, Wei Shouzhong and the hunter Peng carried their loads on shoulder poles, paid their fees, and lined up to enter the city. "It's really cheap now, only three coins."

Excited voices came from ahead.

"Those corrupt officials have finally met their match and are in deep trouble! I went to the post station to register."

“The person who went to register yesterday said that if we go to the post station, explain our grievances, and show our travel permit to the people there, the money we pay to enter the county town will be refunded. The Fifth Prince said before he left that we can’t come back to report to the authorities and still have to pay money.”

"The Fifth Prince is such a noble figure, yet he stands up for us common people and considers our needs! He is truly worthy of our respect."

Wei Shouzhong was completely bewildered by these words.

Forget it, he was too lazy to ask and didn't care.

Wei Shouzhong was deep in thought, genuinely worried about Alang's health.

He failed to obtain any precious herbs, and his suffering was particularly intense after he descended the mountain.

After finally getting through the road closures, I rushed to the town.

The two walked there, visiting all the clinics in town, but not finding Ah Lang and the others, so they headed towards the county town.

After being allowed to pass through the city gates, Wei Shouzhong and the hunter Peng prepared to inquire at various medical clinics. Since they were not familiar with the area, they asked about the number of medical clinics in the county and their specific locations.

"There are many clinics in the county town, big and small. But the most famous one is just ahead. It's not far from here."

"Well, after the accident at the western mine, the Fifth Prince sent people over overnight to bring over a lot of injured people, and the doctors from the surrounding area all went to the front clinic to help. If you want to ask, you might as well go there and ask."

Wei Shouzhong has passed away.

The clinic was completely blocked.

He finally managed to grab a young apprentice and told him about his family's characteristics and situation.

Medicine boy: "Looking for someone?"

He sized up Wei Shouzhong.

"Did you come by oxcart?"

"Four people: your wife, your son and daughter-in-law, and a child?"

"Is your son very ill?"

Wei Shouzhong: "Yes, yes, yes!"

"Then you've come to the right place. Your daughter-in-law left an address when she left."

Yu Tingwan didn't bother to find out what was happening outside.

She is very busy.

I need to go out every day to buy some household items.

They also tidied up the new house in a neat and orderly manner.

She heard there was a market on the east street today, so as usual, she got up early, had breakfast, and then prepared to go out.

Thinking that there might be a lot of things to buy, I also took the basket from the corner.

Hui Niang saw her off, but she was worried.

"Or, shall I go with you, Mother?"

"I'm worried that if I buy too much stuff, it will be too heavy for you to carry."

"They say a close neighbor is worse than a distant relative. Yesterday, Mrs. Zhao from next door brought over a plate of pastries, saying they were local specialties from her hometown. What do you think we should give in return?"

The most important thing about gift-giving is the sentiment behind it.

We'll probably have to keep in touch frequently from now on, so we can't be vague about this.

Yu Tingwan: "A few times I vaguely heard a baby crying next door. Is there a child in your house?"

Hui Niang nodded: "That's right, there's a three-year-old girl."

"Madam Zhao was in poor health, and the couple had only had this child after ten years of marriage. Unlike in our countryside, the couple cherished her like a precious jewel, and they did not show any displeasure because it was a girl."

Yu Tingwan curved her lips into a smile.

"Master Zhao has been devoted to his wife for ten years without divorcing her or harboring any resentment because they have no children. This shows that he is a responsible and virtuous man."

There are far too many unfaithful and fickle scholars in this world.

Those who are well-read often have more thoughts on their minds.

Hu Yaozu is a perfect example.

"Children are hard to come by. What does it matter if it's a boy or a girl? They've been waiting for this for many years, and it's a gift from God."

It should be cherished and valued.

Yu Tingwan: "My mother's health deteriorated after giving birth to me, and she was never able to give me a younger brother or sister."

“My father doesn’t care.”

(End of this chapter)