The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 174 My son's misfortune turned into good fortune, and he escaped danger and turned misfortune into good luck.
These words caused a storm to surge in Yu Tingwan's eyes, and she could not hide the astonishment and shock on her face.

Hui Niang initially mistook Wei Zhao for Wei Shen based on the peace charm.

The small pouch containing the amulet was sewn by Hui Niang stitch by stitch back then; it was made by her, so there's no way I could mistake it for her.

However, Wei Zhao's usual care for the peace charm was undeniable.

Yu Tingwan had considered a million possibilities.

She wondered if Wei Zhao and Wei Shen's amulets were simply similar by chance, or if they had been confused.

She also thought that perhaps too many years had passed, and Wei Shen had left home too early, and his appearance and personality had changed too much in his youth, so the Wei family couple did not have any suspicions.

But I never thought of it...

These past few days, Wei Zhao's parents have clearly been treating him like their own son.

Back in Xilin Village, the couple feared he might commit suicide, so they stayed by his side day and night, even going so far as to sell their possessions to save him.

Yu Tingwan asked, word by word, "Did you know all along that you were an imposter?"

Wei Zhao put down the book in his hand: "You're wrong."

“Mother Wei knew from the beginning that I was not Wei Shen.”

"The talisman was drawn by the abbot of Huguo Temple."

It looks ordinary.

Actually it is not.

Yu Tingwan had never seen the talismans commonly found in ordinary temples, so she couldn't make a comparison and therefore couldn't see the strangeness in them.

"As for the bag containing the amulet that you tore..."

Yu Tingwan's eyelids twitched.

"It was made by the embroiderers of the manor."

Wei Zhao: "The material was soaked in a special medicinal solution, which makes it waterproof. Therefore, no embroidery patterns were ever put on it."

"Mother Wei wouldn't have forgotten what the pockets she sewed herself looked like."

"When I fell off the cliff, I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I was Wei Shen."

Wei Zhao paused slightly at the tip of his finger.

When my father was nearing the end of his life, his eyes were clouded, but he insisted on being helped to the Wei family ancestral hall.

The poison in the Duke of Shun's body had spread throughout his entire body.

He was too unsteady on his feet, but he still knelt down and kowtowed to his ancestors.

That's when I gave him the amulet.

The Duke of Shunguo said.

"Your grandmother was a Buddhist. When she gave me this talisman, she said that the Bodhisattva would bless me and your uncle with a smooth life."

"Your uncle and I don't believe in these things, but we never parted with the gifts from our loving mother after we accepted them."

"I don't know if it's because my brother and I weren't devout enough, or if we were just unlucky and destined for this calamity. Your uncle is gone, and I... don't have much time left either."

The clothes that the Duke of Shun was wearing before had always fit him perfectly, but now they were hanging loosely.

Tormented by illness, he became terribly thin, appearing to be nothing but skin and bones.

Where can one still see any trace of her former charm?

"This one is for you, your father."

"If I cannot protect you, then after I am gone, I will surely bless my son so that he may turn misfortune into good fortune and danger into safety."

"Guizhi, the Wei family is now in your hands."

My father always keeps his word.

Over the years, Wei Zhao has suffered numerous injuries, both large and small.

It doesn't count if you stab yourself.

The most deadly thing was the poisoned arrow that nearly took his life.

The area on his chest was soaked in blood, looking quite alarming. Yet, miraculously, the amulet remained completely unstained.

He was on the verge of death, but he still survived.

Yu Tingwan clutched the amulet, trying to process what she was going through.

Wei Zhao didn't need to mention what happened next; she already knew.

Even though Yu Tingwan didn't chase after them to see what was happening, the news had already spread throughout the village.

Life was unbearably hard, and Hui Niang knew her beloved would never return. But then she saw Wei Zhao lying on the ground, unconscious…

Covered in blood, his face was unrecognizable.
He was about to die.

She could barely breathe. Hui Niang still couldn't help but feel her heart pounding, and she could hear the villagers talking all around her.

"Hurry up and save them! Where's Old Man Qian? Let him come and take a look."

"I reckon he's a young man, but I don't know which military camp he's from."

"There's only one military camp closest to us, it should be Wei's army."

"—Isn't that the same military camp as Wei Jia's son?"

"Look, what's that hanging around his neck? A lucky charm?"

The firewood that Huiniang had picked up fell to the ground.

She disregarded everything else, pushed aside the villagers in front of her, and rushed over.

Hui Niang's fingertips trembled, and her whole body was shaking.

Is that Ah Lang?

Is it Ah Lang who came to see her?
A glimmer of hope had just appeared in her eyes when she cautiously approached, as if afraid to touch it.

But soon, the light in his eyes was shattered.

No.

All the bitterness and sorrow that had accumulated over the years erupted at this moment, and she choked up and cried.

I wonder what she was thinking at the time.

And how long did the struggle last?

She was obsessed with Wei Shen, to the point of madness.

she says.

"—It's my son, Ah Lang."

Yu Tingwan's eyes were full of heartache for Hui Niang, and her voice was a little hoarse.

"What about dad?"

Wei Zhao: "He didn't know at first."

At that time, Wei Shouzhong was doing farm work.

It was Granny Fan who rushed over, startled, to announce that Wei Shen was still alive.

Wei Shouzhong had a dark expression on his face, feeling that Granny Fan was truly hateful!
It's one thing to be annoying when you speak without thinking, but to actually use Ah Lang as a joke for amusement is another.

This is like rubbing salt into his wound!

Granny Fan got angry when she saw that he didn't believe her.

"Why would I bother coming all this way to lie to you!"

"Your wife's eyes are swollen like walnuts from crying, and she's kneeling on the ground begging Old Man Qian to treat her."

As she spoke, she couldn't help but sigh.

"It's come to this, I think it's probably over. But your wife is so stubborn. If I were you, I'd try to persuade her. You'd be better off buying a coffin. Don't end up losing both your money and your wife."

Li Lian arrived at this time.

Hearing this, she was furious and immediately gave Granny Fan a good scolding.

"How can you talk like that? We're all from the same village, who are you cursing? It's a good thing that Alang is back! Once he's cured, Shouzhong and his wife will finally be able to get through this difficult time."

With important business at hand, Li Lian didn't have time to reprimand Granny Fan, and she quickly walked towards Wei Shouzhong.

"Shouzhong, your uncle has also heard about Alang's return. No matter how serious his injuries are, we must treat him."

"You're not confused. If the eldest son's family wants to give you an adopted son, that's something they owe you. But how can that compare to your own flesh and blood?"

Li Lian took out the money wrapped in coarse cloth from her bosom.

"I know you two don't have much savings, so take this for emergencies."

Wei Shouzhong didn't hear a word of what Li Lian said afterward.

If he didn't trust Granny Fan, how could he not trust the village head's wife? Wei Shouzhong felt dizzy and ran towards Old Man Qian without caring about anything else.

"Didn't know at first?"

Yu Tingwan frowned: "What do you mean?"

Wei Zhao: "He stayed by my side after I woke up."

But at that time, Wei Zhao wanted to die.

Wei Shouzhong stood guard by the side, fearing that something might happen to him again, but he was bad at talking and kept trying to make conversation.

But in front of her son who had 'come back to life,' she kept rambling on and on.

He stared at Wei Zhao as if he could never get enough of looking at him.