The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 130 Should we feed each other mouth-to-mouth?

A cold wind was blowing, the snow was white and pristine, and the trees were bare, looking empty and desolate.

Just as Wei Zhao had predicted, the coffin arrived in Yiling.

The Wei family was a prominent and established clan, with its roots firmly planted here. Clan members stood densely packed at the entrance of the old house, waiting.

The elderly man standing at the front, being helped along, was an elder of the Wei family. His face was as withered as a dead tree, and his hair was gray.

He was dressed in plain clothes, his face filled with sorrow.

His hands trembled as he touched the coffin, tears welling in his eyes.

Did Gui Zhi leave any words before he died?

When a general meets a clan elder, he must show the respect due to a junior. Chi Yugong responded respectfully.

"Never."

His voice was hoarse: "There wasn't enough time at the time."

Many people wiped away their tears and held back their sobs.

The elder closed his eyes.

"I was standing right here when Guizhi escorted Feng Xing back."

The "Feng Xing" he mentioned was Wei Zhao's father—the Duke of Shun.

"Feng Xing's wife has only been a widow for a few years? And now... how can she possibly bear it?"

The clan elders still remember that before Wei Fengxing got married, he made a special trip back to his hometown, and even such a calm and composed person couldn't hide his joy.

He said.

[Grandpa, she had been betrothed since childhood, and I never thought we'd ever be together. But when I learned she had broken off the engagement, I couldn't sit still. It wasn't exactly gentlemanly of me. I've loved her for years, and it seems my patience has finally paid off.]

Later, when Feng Xing got into trouble, his wife almost lost half her life.

That dignified and well-behaved woman wept bitterly in front of him.

"Grandpa, Feng Xing was a civil official who didn't want to fight the royal family, and what happened to him? I don't believe there was no reason for his death... Gui Zhi is a military general, and there are no mercy on the border. If something happens to him, I..."

Lady Shunguo no longer wanted Wei Zhao to charge into battle and risk his life.

"But he was stubborn and wouldn't listen to my advice. That boy is deep-seated, and he doesn't tell me what he's thinking. I... I'm just afraid he'll hold a grudge about Feng Xing."

"Yes, I was very strict with him from a young age, demanding that he do everything perfectly. Even knowing he resented it, I ignored it and continued to restrict him. Grandfather, I regret it now."

The elder clansman's hands were bulging with veins.

What he remembered more clearly was that Wei Zhao sat opposite him playing chess that night.

He was testing the waters.

"You know what your mother is thinking without me having to mention it. In short, what Grandpa Zeng means is..."

Wei Zhao's eyes were deep and he casually placed a piece.

"If I lose power after my father's passing, I'll be the next one targeted by that person in the palace."

"The fate of the entire Wei family now rests on my shoulders. I'm standing at the center of this storm; how can I possibly remain unscathed?"

If he gains power, he will ensure the prosperity of the Wei family; if he dies, his men will protect them for life.

"Great-grandfather, you shouldn't have tried to persuade me."

Thinking of this, the elder felt a deep sense of anguish.

How can a person be driven to this point!
He was overwhelmed with grief, but when a person is in extreme sorrow, they cannot cry out loud.

“I’m getting old and my eyesight isn’t good. Every time he comes, I can only see a blurry outline. But he should look like his father.”

But he couldn't understand it.

"I'm an old man who has lived a long life, but I've watched helplessly as my parents have outlived their children time and time again."

Wei Zhao was so young, and he passed away without even leaving any offspring.

Thinking of this, his voice became increasingly urgent.

"Among the younger generation, Feng Xing is the one I love the most. But his lineage has completely ended!"

Suddenly, everything went black, and he completely lost consciousness.

The scene then descended into chaos.

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The wind was particularly strong at midnight, whipping and rattling against the windows.

As night deepened, the alley fell silent, with only the distant sound of the night watchman's gong breaking through the air.

Wei Zhao woke up in the middle of the night with a dry and sore throat, and suppressed a low cough.

Yu Tingwan, a light sleeper, quickly got up from the bed and took out the luminous pearl.

The room was instantly as bright as day.

She wasn't flustered. After getting off the bed, she went to retrieve the Sichuan fritillary and loquat syrup left by Doctor Ge. It was a small bottle, no bigger than the palm of her hand, but it contained a lot of high-quality medicinal herbs.

The effect was good, but the taste was extremely unbearable.

Yu Tingwan found it all stinky.

She asked softly, "Want some candy?" Wei Zhao: ...

He really hates sweets.

Yu Tingwan helped open the bottle and handed it over: "Do you want me to coax you?"

Wei Zhao:......

Does she think she's the girl next door? She won't cooperate with taking her medicine.

Yu Tingwan coughed lightly and asked, "Do you want me to feed you mouth-to-mouth?"

I heard that eating like this makes it not bitter but sweet, and it can also cultivate the relationship between husband and wife. Yu Tingwan was particularly proactive and eager to try it.

Wei Zhao's hand trembled slightly, but he swallowed it without hesitation, his brows furrowed.

The cooling sensation relieved the discomfort in my throat.

It was really hard to drink, so much so that even someone as fearless as Wei Zhao was momentarily visibly shaken.

Yu Tingwan: ...

I was rejected again.

Fortunately, the girl has gotten used to it.

Otherwise, how could she become more and more courageous in battle?
She took the empty medicine bottle, dejectedly setting it down. But in that instant of turning away, she felt dizzy, and it seemed as if she could hear herself pleading with her in the distance.

"Good medicine tastes bitter, but it is good for the disease. Doctor Ge's self-made medicine has a strange smell. Even dogs on the street would run away if they smelled it, but it is effective. Young master, please bear with it and swallow it in big gulps."

Then came the man's lazy, nonchalant voice.

"I'm almost fully recovered. I'm afraid that guy surnamed Ge is trying to torture me by giving me this kind of medicine."

Yu Tingwan: "I think you should drink it."

He was exceptionally easy to talk to.

"It's done."

Wei Zhao: "Come and feed me."

"Yu Tingwan, why are you using a spoon this time? Weren't you doing well yesterday?"

He chuckled softly.

"Are your lips swollen and sore from my kiss?"

The conversation stopped abruptly.

Ke Yu Tingwan felt as if she had been electrocuted all over.

Was the man she had in her past life a demon?
They're clearly the same person, so why are they so different?

Yu Tingwan, with a strange expression, prepared to go to the kitchen to get some hot water.

But as soon as they stepped outside, they noticed a rustling sound coming from the doorway.

Yes.

Fu Meng is here again.

It had a bulging bundle hanging around its neck, which it threw off when it arrived at the Wei family's door.

Its claws were sharp, but now it was clumsily trying to untie the knots tied on the bundle.

With a creak, the door was pushed open from the inside.

Under the moonlight and the glow of the luminous pearl, the white tiger's fur seemed to gleam with a smooth and lustrous sheen.

Yu Tingwan's hand landed on the door, her eyes trembling slightly.

Was it unexpected? It didn't seem particularly unexpected.

To say it wasn't surprising, seeing the White Tiger stuffing items from its bundle into the pit one by one, would be a lie.

Fu Meng looked up excitedly upon hearing the voice, but his expression turned to disappointment upon seeing Yu Tingwan.

It disregarded everything else and suddenly tried to rush into the house.

But some people can move even faster than it.

The door slammed shut.

Fu Meng: ? ? ?
It was furious!

Fu Meng lifted his paw and knocked on the door urgently and heavily.

The doors are open! Let it in!
"Cough cough."

Then a cough was heard.

It belongs to Wei Zhao.

The sound wasn't loud; at least Yu Tingwan didn't hear it.

But Fu Meng heard it.

Tiger has been warned.

It let out a low, mournful cry, slowly retracted its paw pads, and looked utterly dejected.

It's so sad!!!