The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 135: She has no taste!

When Yu Tingwan returned to the kitchen, she was shocked.

The half-cut vegetables were still on the cutting board. But where did the five or six delicious-looking dishes next to them come from?

Yu Tingwan pursed her lips; she already had her answer.

Wei Zhao then went back to his room.

After the letter paper was soaked in the medicine and then dried by baking, the words inside gradually became visible.

It was sent from the capital. They went to great lengths to keep it a secret.

After reading it, Wei Zhao expressionlessly tossed it into the charcoal brazier. Flames erupted, and the letter was quickly engulfed and burned to ashes.

He sat on the wooden chair, leaning back, his face flashing with coldness, exhaustion, and mockery.

I don't know how much time passed, but the door was pushed open by someone outside.

Yu Tingwan brought the food inside.

Wei Zhao opened his eyes and fixed his gaze on the girl.

Even though she was dressed in coarse cloth, her radiance and vitality were impossible to conceal.

Yu Tingwan had just finished setting out the food.

Wei Zhao's cold expression softened slightly: "Come here."

She walked over, confused, and someone grabbed her wrist.

If it were any other girl, she would have blushed long ago.

Yu Tingwan didn't look down.

She sighed, "This is the first time you've ever taken the initiative to pull me along."

Yu Tingwan leaned closer: "The atmosphere has gotten to this point, shall we do something else?"

Wei Zhao glanced at her: "I'll apply the medicine for you."

Yu Tingwan let out a soft "Ah".

She blinked, feeling a pang of disappointment: "But I feel like I'm almost healed."

Wei Zhao ignored her.

After applying the medicine, he bandaged the girl up again, worried she might get wet. He did this very skillfully, clearly having done it countless times before.

However, all the wounds he had encountered before were severe, horrific, bloody, and gaping. To him, any injury that didn't threaten his life was a minor one.

But now, his movements were unusually gentle, as if the girl were a fragile doll.

"The menstrual period is coming soon, so avoid touching cold water these next few days."

"how do you know?"

Wei Zhao: "I have examined the pulse."

He got up, opened the drawer, and took something out. Inside were various bottles and jars.

Yu Tingwan was familiar with these; they were the pills Wei Zhao took every day. He simply placed his fingertip on a spot and took out a white porcelain bottle with a red base.

This medicine bottle has been there since we moved into our new house.

It was the pills that Wei Zhao specially asked Elder Ge to prepare after mentioning the pulse and symptoms.

Wei Zhao instructed, "Eat this when you have your period."

Yu Tingwan gripped the bottle tightly and said in a muffled voice, "Okay."

Wei Zhao: "From now on, someone will deliver food to us at mealtimes, so we won't have to cook anymore."

Yu Tingwan was moved.

Just now in the kitchen, she couldn't resist taking a bite. Although the taste wasn't as good as Hui Niang's, it was still quite delicious.

But if she agrees, wouldn't all my efforts to pretend to be deaf and dumb these past few days have been in vain?

Yu Tingwan suspected that this was a trap set by Wei Zhao for her.

"This is the only reliable chef we can find for now. There are informants everywhere, so we have to be careful. When the opportunity arises again, I..."

His words were interrupted.

Yu Tingwan: "That won't do!"

She gestured to the dishes on the table: "Does my husband think my cooking is bad?"

Wei Zhao:? ? ?
He looked at Yu Tingwan expressionlessly: "You did this?"

Yu Tingwan showed no guilt whatsoever, stubbornly arguing with him: "There's no one else in the kitchen, so of course it's my cooking."

Wei Zhao:......

He scooped up a broth made with various nourishing medicinal herbs and placed it in front of Yu Tingwan.

"Who's as good as you?"

Wei Zhao said quietly, "I would believe you if you said you built the palace."

Yu Tingwan: ...

Weird!

She didn't want to argue about it!
She lowered her head and took a sip of the soup; it didn't taste very good. The medicinal flavor was too strong.

The girl frowned and turned to vomit.

Wei Zhao: "This one sip costs twenty taels."

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

How many?

Although she currently has plenty of savings, she has experienced hunger and poverty, so Yu Tingwan is very frugal.

She swallowed it without hesitation.

"This is really..." Under Wei Zhao's ambiguous smile, Yu Tingwan exclaimed from the bottom of her heart, "It's so delicious."

Although she is in great pain right now.

But is it the fault of the twenty taels?
Do not!
is her!

She has no taste!

Yu Tingwan picked up the bowl, closed her eyes, buried her head, and gulped it all down in one go.

Yu Tingwan suppressed the urge to gag and stuffed a spoonful of minced meat and tofu into her mouth. Only then did her furrowed brows relax.

She ate with gusto, her mouth bulging, and then picked up some stir-fried shrimp.

Watching the girl eat, Wei Zhao finally felt a little hungry and put a mouthful of rice into his mouth.

"Husband."

Yu Tingwan: "What do you want to eat tomorrow?"

Wei Zhao raised an eyebrow: "What?"

Yu Tingwan: "I'll make you braised pork and fish soup, and also a plate of stir-fried vegetables."

Wei Zhao:......

Understood.

They're ordering food.

Pretending to be stupid while also being clever—who's as capable as you, Yu Tingwan?

See him and say nothing.

Yu Tingwan urged, "Husband."

Wei Zhao remained silent.

Yu Tingwan: "You don't want to eat?"

Wei Zhao remained silent.

Yu Tingwan covered her chest with her hand: "I'm very hurt."

Wei Zhao took a deep breath and heard his own voice respond.

"Then it's hard work for you."

Yu Tingwan smiled and said, "It's nothing for me to work a little harder; I'm just happy to take care of you."

Wei Zhao:......

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The sky was dark.

The prison cell was brightly lit by lanterns and torches held by the jailers.

He Xuran flipped through the files in his hand, his expression growing colder and colder.

Since learning of what had happened here, the emperor was furious and intended to investigate. However, the matter involved too many people. How many officials were corrupt after the distribution of disaster relief grains? Moreover, it involved the Fifth Prince's maternal family. He feared his investigation would be met with all sorts of obstacles.
He Xuran originally thought it would take a lot of effort.

But everything went smoothly.

Even the few ministers who disapproved of him expressed their support.

It was as if... as if a force was secretly pushing him forward.

Very few people in the capital possess this skill.

One of them even died on the battlefield.

He Xuran thought it must be the Crown Prince's doing behind the scenes. After all, the Crown Prince and the Fifth Prince had been vying for power for a long time.

He had only flipped through a few pages of the case file when his anger surged to the top of his head, and his face turned extremely ugly.

He Xuran slammed his hand on the table.

"Let's go! Let's go check on those corrupt officials first!"

The Vice Minister of Justice quickly said, "Your Excellency, please come inside."

He Xuran took large strides, followed by a group of officials.

When he arrived at the prisoner's quarters...

what.

How come this finger is missing?
Go forward.

How come that one has a broken arm?
Go forward again.

It has lost both pairs of legs.

After looking around, I found that none of them were intact.

The criminals saw him as a lifeline.

"My lord, let me die! Give me a quick death! I confess, I confess everything! I am guilty, I am guilty beyond measure, I am worse than a pig or a dog."

He Xuran: ?

He hasn't even started the trial yet.

He Xuran roared, "What happened! Who did this?!"

Who! Used vigilante justice!

"The white tiger raised by General Wei."

The Vice Minister of Justice recounted the whole story with trepidation.

He Xuran paused.

He suddenly lost his temper.

"So it was an act of bravery."