The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 133 Taste
Wei Zhao:? ? ?
He was stunned.

Suddenly, he turned his head to look behind him.

The butcher left the meat stall and grabbed the people queuing below.

He had a sweat towel on his head, tanned skin, a rough appearance, and thick lips. At this moment, he had one hand on his hip, his thick eyebrows furrowed into a line, and spittle flying everywhere.

"Get lost! Where did this beggar come from, daring to ask me to round down the price? Buy it or don't, it's up to you! If you dare cause trouble, see if my fists will let you off the hook!"

Wei Zhao:? ? ?
Yu Tingwan spoke sincerely, her eyes shining: "Husband, look how powerful this is!"

Wei Zhao wanted to say that he was talking nonsense.

But then he suddenly remembered that Yu Tingwan had said he wasn't good-looking.

The surroundings were noisy and bustling, but the excitement belonged to others; Wei Zhao was deathly silent.

He was about to stand up in disbelief.

My shoulder was held down.

Yu Tingwan immediately pushed the person down.

"What are you moving about? Sit still."

Wei Zhao: "Go to the post station."

Yu Tingwan: "Huh?"

She was somewhat resistant.

But the next moment, she heard the man's harsh tone: "Find someone surnamed Ge."

Yu Tingwan was puzzled: "What's wrong? Is my husband feeling unwell?"

Wei Zhao: "Let him take a look at it for you."

Yu Tingwan was very moved.

Her husband was a fake, but his concern for her was real.

Perhaps her period was about to start, because her stomach was indeed feeling a little uncomfortable.

"No need to bother."

Wei Zhao: "Let him see your eyes."

Yu Tingwan was stunned: "My eyesight is perfectly fine. It's not damaged or I'm blind."

Wei Zhao: "Is that so?"
"Then let's look at his brain."

Yu Tingwan finally understood.

Wei Zhao was jealous.

The girl not only didn't mind, but was actually quite pleased with herself.

Being jealous just means you care about her.

Men may not admit it with their mouths, but their actions tell a different story.

Yu Tingwan patted his shoulder very gently: "Although you can't compare, I've grown to like you after spending more time with you."

"Such appearance is an external thing, nothing to compare with."

Wei Zhao:? ?

He seemed less worldly, his eyes were deep and his voice was completely flat, even more eerily calm than usual: "Very well, say it again."

Sometimes, extreme anger isn't written all over one's face.

Wei Zhao had done the same thing before.

Before the Duke of Shun's downfall, he was ordered by the emperor to interrogate criminals. One moment he could calmly ask a criminal if he had eaten, and the next he would behead him.

Xiao Huaiyan, who was watching from the side, was dumbfounded and very anxious.

"He's key to this case. I know you're angry. Although we're both sure it was him, we don't have any evidence."

"Come to think of it, he has some connections with the Empress's family. Aren't you afraid of offending the Crown Prince?"

Wei Zhao handed over the knife, and Xiao Huaiyan took it instinctively.

The former is careless.

"What should we do? You've killed someone."

Xiao Huaiyan: ? ? ?
"I admit, I wanted to seduce the Grand Tutor's daughter, but she only had eyes for you. I was resentful and spoke ill of you, but what's the big deal? You actually tried to harm me, Wei Zhao, who's more wicked than you!"

Is it just badmouthing?

To make the Grand Tutor's daughter give up on him, Xiao Huaiyan said he liked men.

The Grand Tutor's daughter didn't believe it, nor did those who heard the news in the capital, but the Duchess of Shun believed it.

Not to mention that Wei Zhao has never paid any attention to any girl over the years, even the servants in his courtyard are all male servants.

As a mother, how could she not be anxious? The Duke of Shun couldn't stop her, so he simply watched the spectacle.

Lady Shunguo arranged for different beautiful maids to stay for three consecutive nights, and Wei Zhao couldn't refuse his mother, so he didn't go home for three nights.

Xiao Huaiyan: ["No, you're really going to get me killed."]

"The Crown Prince is sickly, but he's not someone to be trifled with. He's a smiling tiger; I'm always a little afraid whenever I run into him."

Wei Zhao carefully washed the bloodstains from his hands, showing no sign of panic. He couldn't understand why Xiao Huaiyan, who feared the Crown Prince, wasn't afraid of him.

Isn't he even more terrifying than the Crown Prince?
"How many years has the Crown Prince been ill?"

The seemingly random sentence left Xiao Huaiyan completely baffled.

"Have you forgotten? This isn't a congenital condition. It's gotten progressively worse over the years, and the imperial physicians are visiting the Crown Prince's palace the most frequently."

Wei Zhao murmured, "Then why isn't he dead yet?"

Even Xiao Huaiyan broke out in a cold sweat.

Wei Zhao, however, remained unfazed. He wiped his hands dry and went to retrieve the testimony from the table.

He walked toward the headless, dead man, pinched the dead man's index finger, dabbed it with some blood from the ground, and pressed his fingerprint heavily onto the testimony.

After finishing this task, Wei Zhao stood up, his tone indifferent.

"Hurry and report to the Emperor! The criminal Wu Chou, for his own selfish reasons, poisoned the descendants of a loyal and virtuous man. Knowing the enormity of his sins and fearing the Emperor's punishment, he has committed suicide out of fear of punishment."

Now Wei Zhao asked Yu Tingwan to repeat it again.

If it were Xiao Huaiyan, he would have seen through his anger long ago. But the instigator was nowhere to be found.

Yu Tingwan said softly, "It's the same no matter how many times I say it. I can't just lie to you with my eyes closed just to make you happy."

Wei Zhao:......

Haven't you lied enough times already?

He closed his eyes tightly, trying to process the fact.

It's been a long time since anyone has angered him to the point of wanting to fight back.

But now it's Yu Tingwan, and he's still unwilling to do anything to her.

Yu Tingwan was unaware of Wei Zhao's intense emotions at that moment, and gestured for him to look.

“Husband, look! He lifted him up with one hand, and it didn’t look like he was exerting any effort at all! He’s obviously a trained fighter.”

Wei Zhao scoffed: "Is it that great?"

Amazing.

It's unknown whether Li Lian was able to fulfill her promise to the butcher from Gaojia Village who was supposed to be her fiancé.

If the two hadn't been so incompatible, Wei Zhao wouldn't have had a chance.

Yu Tingwan: "Mother bought a whole bone and brought it home before. Father had a lot of trouble chopping it with an axe, but this person just used a pig-slaughtering knife. It shows that he is capable."

Once he recovered from his illness, Wei Zhao, who was able to split the blade with his bare hands, sneered.

The street was bustling with activity, and the couple's conversation was quickly drowned out by a loud voice from not far away.

"Did you know that General Wei Zhao's coffin has been transported back to the capital? The Emperor went, and not a single court official was absent. Even half of the people in the capital went to offer incense. Wow, the last time we had such a grand display was ten years ago."

The crowd fell silent for a moment.

Wasn't it Wei Zhao's uncle, the deceased Duke of Shun's own brother, who died on the battlefield ten years ago?

The Wei family produced many military generals who distinguished themselves in the army over generations.

There were also many tragic sacrifices.

"The Duke of Shun's mansion was quite lively. However, the Duchess of Shun, cold and heartless, stood to the side with exquisite makeup and gorgeous clothes, without shedding a single tear."

A commotion erupted from the crowd.

"How could this be? Where did you hear such outrageous nonsense? How could the Duchess of Shun not love her own son?"

"Let me finish, don't be hasty. The Duchess of Shun clearly intended to die. She went to the Duke's former study at night and hung up a white silk ribbon."

"If we hadn't been rescued in time, I'm afraid..."

Yu Tingwan paused slightly and subconsciously looked at Wei Zhao.

Wei Zhao, however, slowly smoothed out the wrinkles in her clothes, as if she had heard something trivial.

Noticing that the girl was looking at him, Wei Zhao slowly raised his eyes.

"what happened?"

Wei Zhao: "Keep praising that big, burly brute."

Yu Tingwan: ...

Your own mother has hanged herself, why are you still being so sour?