The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 172 Yes, it affected me.
Shangjing.

As dusk settled, the faint sound of the night watchman's clapper could be heard coming from the distant streets.

The palace was solemn; the crown prince was seriously ill and coughing up blood.

The palace servants serving the Crown Prince were terrified and served him with utmost care, fearing that any mistake would cost them their heads.

All the imperial physicians knelt on the ground.

Emperor Yingqian sat before his couch, his anger barely contained. He smashed the teacup in his hand.

He suddenly stood up: "A bunch of useless trash!"

"If anything happens to the Crown Prince, I will hold you all responsible!"

The elderly imperial physician was hit squarely.

The scalding hot tea splashed everywhere, and shards of tea fell all over the floor.

The imperial physician, however, had no time to spare and said tremblingly, "Your Majesty, please calm your anger."

How should Emperor Qian rest?

His face was gloomy and he exuded a strong sense of oppression.

Just then, the sound of Crown Prince Yingyi coughing came from the bed.

"Father."

"It is my poor health that is failing me."

"The imperial physicians have done their utmost."

Although the crown prince was physically weak, he, like Emperor Yingqian, had a reputation for benevolence.

He pleaded for mercy, but Emperor Yingqian waved his hand with a deep look in his eyes.

The imperial physicians, as if granted a pardon, hurriedly withdrew.

Ying Yin, who had been silent for a long time, stepped forward.

"Your Majesty, please rest assured. Father has already issued an imperial decree to go to Ze County. I estimate that the time will come soon. The military doctor surnamed Ge is highly skilled. With him there, Your Majesty will be fine."

Within the royal family, instances of brothers killing each other were frequent.

To outsiders, the Crown Prince and the Fifth Prince appeared to be very close brothers, apart from a few disagreements in their youth.

Yes, all those disputes were caused by Wei Zhao's instigation and sowing of discord.

As for brotherly love and respect...

But it's all an act.

Neither of them are good.

Ying Yi's face was pale, his eyes were melancholy from years of taking medicine, and the smell of medicine was obvious on his body, like a withered branch swaying in the wind and snow, about to be knocked down.

He has a gentle demeanor.

"I'm sorry to have troubled Father and Ah Yin."

Unlike the cold look in Ying Yin's eyes, Emperor Ying Qian acted like an ordinary father and son, reaching out to tuck the bedding around Ying Yi's neck.

"Back when Doctor Ge was in Shangjing, Wei Zhao had him take your pulse and prescribe some medicine, which worked very well for you."

“But that’s someone close to Wei Zhao. He guards the border and risks his life for the country and the people. He can’t be without a military doctor by his side for even a moment. I can’t leave him here.”

"now……"

Emperor Yingqian's eyes darkened.

I don't know what he was thinking.

The atmosphere became somewhat desolate.

Emperor Yingqian: "I will not let anything happen to you."

After leaving the Eastern Palace, Ying Yin walked on the official road.

His confidant draped a fox fur coat over him.

It was dark, and Ying Yin's expression was not visible.

Ever since the news about the disaster relief grain came out, his situation has been particularly bad.

His uncle was in charge of these things back then.

Whether it's dereliction of duty or embezzlement of disaster relief grain, he'll be in deep trouble.

His father treated him coldly because of this.

Ying Yin paused and glanced at the not-so-bright moonlight.

He suddenly chuckled softly.

"You said."

Ying Yin asked, "If Wei Zhao were still alive, would Father Emperor still have summoned Physician Ge back to the capital for the sake of my elder brother?"

The trusted confidant replied, "I am unaware."

Ying Yin: "I don't know either."

A dead person poses no threat to anyone.

Everyone who goes to the capital knows him. He's the kind of person everyone praises.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a chosen one of heaven.

The return of the coffin to the capital caused quite a stir.

Emperor Yingqian had previously valued Wei Zhao highly.

However, after Wei Zhao's death, he didn't seem to grieve much behind the scenes.

Emperors are heartless.

If Ying Yi were to die, I wonder how many tears he would shed.

It's just a pity that Dr. Ge is coming.

Ying Yin hoped he wouldn't make it.

Otherwise, if the crown prince recovers, he will never have a chance to rise in the ranks. It's a pity that he can't stop this from happening.

Ying Yin smiled and turned to look back. The lights there were dim, yet as bright as day: "The one in the Eastern Palace probably knows the answer better than anyone else."

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The sky is bright.

Yu Tingwan woke up.

In fact, because of Wei Zhao's words, she didn't sleep much that night.

I tossed and turned all night after turning off the lights.

Even though they tried to move as quietly as possible, they didn't know if Wei Zhao was awake or if he was just a light sleeper.

Yu Tingwan turned over again, her body slightly curled up. Even though so much time had passed, her thoughts were still surging like a tide...

be terribly upset.

Just then, his presence drew near.

There was no forcefulness, no closeness. Yet, it lurked behind, impossible to ignore.

【"Good."】

Yu Tingwan: ?
What good?
She couldn't sleep, but Wei Zhao, the instigator, thought it was good?

The girl was furious and was about to strike with a hammer.

Wei Zhao: [“It wasn’t a waste of time.”]

Yes, it has affected me.

It's really infuriating.

Especially now, the girl looked tired, her eyes were a little sore, and her head was a little sore.

And Wei Zhao...

I slept very well and haven't woken up yet!

Yu Tingwan went to see him.

His breathing was shallow, and his lips were pale.

I've lost a lot of weight due to poor appetite these days, and my jawline is becoming more and more prominent. Also, because of the pain I've endured during treatment, my eyebrows are always furrowed.

Yu Tingwan still remembers the first time she met him.

The man's eyes were empty, as if he had no interest in anything and was unwilling to perceive anything around him.

Even if the sky were to fall, he wouldn't panic or blink.

And he doesn't like to talk.

They tirelessly throw food and medicine at her. They never cooperate with anything that's good for her health.

I called him eight times, but he ignored me!
In the ninth chapter, the girl shouted loudly in his ear.

Wei Zhao's eyelashes trembled.

"It's so noisy."

He was like a delicate flower that had been ravaged, listless with furrowed brows, his voice low and weak.

"My ears."

These things clearly made Yu Tingwan so angry she wanted to grind her teeth.

But thinking about it now.

It really is... both laughable and absurd.

Yu Tingwan couldn't help but smile.

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Hui Niang got up early and prepared breakfast.

She moved quickly and efficiently, preparing to cook porridge in the kitchen.

She steamed the soup dumplings she had made earlier, and fearing it wouldn't be enough, she also prepared a large plate of pan-fried dumplings.

The aroma is irresistible.

Yu came in from outside to help with the fire.

"Your brother and I discussed it last night, and we're leaving today."

Hui Niang was taken aback.

"Why not stay a few more days?"

"It's not like we don't have enough room at home. You just arrived yesterday."

Yu told her the truth: "The more I thought about it yesterday, the more uneasy I felt, fearing that Master Zhao might change his mind."

"I left all of A-Yu's study items at home this time. I'll go back and bring them over as soon as possible so he can enter the academy sooner. Otherwise, things might get complicated."

Hui Niang thought about it and agreed.

She smiled.

“This county academy must be impressive. When you come back later, we’ll take him there together.”

“I’ll make some dry food for A-Yu at home so he can take it with him. Studying is hard, and if he gets hungry at night, he can have something to eat.”

Madam Yu didn't stand on ceremony with her either.

“That’s great, A-Yu loves the sauce you make. Aunt Gui in the village makes amazing sausages, I’ll go get some and you can make some for her too.”

Hui Niang thought for a moment: "Let's get some more meat and make it into jerky. A-Yu can share it with his classmates. This child is shy, so he needs to spend more time with his peers."

The two were talking animatedly.

There was someone standing at the door at some point.

Yu Tingwan looked on longingly.

She wanted to go out too.