The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 175 Listen to this, how absurd!

Seeing that Wei Zhao was sickly and taciturn.

Wei Shouzhong was heartbroken.

"You used to be so talkative, you'd always make Daddy's head ache with your words, why don't you want to say a single word now?"

"She must be blaming her father for being incompetent back then, causing you so much suffering."

"But your mother only has eyes for you. Why won't she respond when she talks to you?"

Wei Zhao did not respond.

Wei Shouzhong replied on his behalf.

"It's probably because the wound hurts; you don't have the energy to open your mouth."

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"Don't you like it? Your mother specially stewed it. It was your favorite meat when you were young, why has your taste changed?"

Wei Zhao did not respond.

Wei Shouzhong continued to help.

"Yes, Father is confused. So many years have passed, it's normal for things to change a lot. You weren't as good-looking as A-Yu when you were little, but now Father is a little dazed, is this really my A-Lang who is so handsome?"

Wei Zhao was very annoyed at that time.

Did he die or not?

Fu Meng brought him to this unfamiliar place.

He borrowed the scissors from Dr. Qian and used them to stab himself; that should have killed him.

But... the scissors are too dull!
Therefore, the Wei couple kept an even closer watch on him.

Nothing could please him.

Wei Zhao said gently, "I found it noisy and made it clear that I am not Wei Shen."

Wei Shouzhong is funny.

They asked very patiently.

—Who else could you be but Ah Lang?

Wei Zhao couldn't say anything.

He didn't want to mention anything related to the past, including his name.

From the moment he decided to die, he no longer wanted to be Wei Zhao.

"Realizing that I had absolutely no memory of Wei Shen, he quickly called Doctor Qian, who diagnosed that I had damaged my brain in the fall."

At least at this point, Wei Shouzhong was unaware of the situation.

Yu Tingwan couldn't bear to listen any longer: "And then?"

Wei Zhao lowered his eyes.

"I started playing with the amulet in front of him."

Hui Niang put the amulet away.

Wei Zhao asked for it, and Hui Niang hesitated for a moment before giving it to him.

She always granted Wei Zhao's requests.

As long as it's not murder or arson, it seems Wei Zhao is willing to give whatever he asks.

But when Wei Shouzhong saw the talisman that Wei Zhao had deliberately revealed, his expression changed.

The pocket was sewn by Hui Niang, but he personally put it on A Lang.

It's definitely not the one in front of you.

Overwhelmed by the extreme joy and sorrow, Wei Shouzhong swayed slightly, as if he couldn't bear it.

He meant to say he had mistaken the person for someone else.

After Xiaoniang left, the family fell apart. He and Huiniang lived numb and desperate lives.

His wife, however, had a glimmer in her eyes and sat gently in front of the bed.

It was a vitality that hadn't been seen in a long time.

An indescribable bitterness spread and churned in his heart, surging to his throat, but Wei Shouzhong couldn't utter a word.

"Perhaps unable to accept it, he left the room with red eyes."

"He came home very late."

Upon returning, Wei Shouzhong neither questioned nor pointed at Wei Zhao, nor did he make Hui Niang face reality.

"He didn't say anything."

Wei Shouzhong didn't know whether he felt sorry for Huiniang and wanted to make her happy, or whether he chose to go with the flow and consider it a blessing from heaven that he and Huiniang had been given a son.

The couple never expected anything in return or to gain anything from Wei Zhao.

Wei Zhao lowered his voice.

She turned around and went to prepare my medicine.

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The carriage traveled along the mountain forest, heading deeper into the mountains.

The wind rustled, startling the branches and leaves into a fluttering tremor.

It took Yu Tingwan a long time to calm herself down.

She quietly lifted a corner of the curtain and looked outside.

do not know.

"where are we going?"

Wei Zhao drank the still-warm ginseng soup.

It tastes very bitter and has a strong medicinal smell.

Wei Zhao remained unfazed.

There were a few pieces of maltose on the side.

Yu Tingwan had specially fetched it from home before leaving the house. Wei Zhao disliked sweets and had emphasized this many times. But Yu Tingwan always ignored her and kept shoving it into his mouth.

"My husband will like it."

She remained very certain.

— "Just like how you would like me."

Wei Zhao paused for a moment, then raised his hand, took one, and put it in his mouth.

His brows furrowed slightly.

He still hasn't gotten used to this cloyingly sweet taste.

As for people?

Wei Zhao's expression relaxed.

She was right after all.

He replied, "A bandit's den."

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

What the hell?
Yu Tingwan asked incredulously, "You're treating patients, so why are you also planning to wipe out bandits along the way?"

"It was wiped out by the imperial court more than ten years ago, and it has been empty ever since. It's quiet."

Wei Zhao: "The road at the foot of the mountain is difficult to travel. Although the evil bandits have been eliminated, the people are still afraid and no one will go through here."

The area outside is overgrown with weeds; it's so tall that it's almost impossible to find a human.

Indeed, it has been neglected for a long time.

Yu Tingwan: "You certainly know how to pick a place."

Wei Zhao: "There was a more suitable place."

"It's the closest place to Ze County, and we can be absolutely certain that everything will be safe."

Yu Tingwan: "Then why didn't you choose it?"

Wei Zhao: "Near the mass grave, there are no living people to be seen."

Yu Tingwan: "...It's not necessarily the case for the dead."

"It's a good thing you didn't choose it."

"That kind of place is very unlucky."

No profit?
Wei Zhao didn't take it seriously.

Even if ghosts exist in this world, they are far less frightening than humans.

The reason he didn't choose that location was simply because he was afraid the girl would be timid.

The bandits were holed up on the mountaintop, and the carriage wound its way up the hill, though the slope wasn't too steep.

As the sun began to set, the carriage finally came to a stop.

Old Ge's voice came from outside.

"Finally here."

He said irritably to Shunzi, who was driving the horse: "The mountain road here is difficult to travel. If you dawdle any longer and it gets dark and you can't see the road, I won't let you off the hook until Rongdi comes back to fix it."

Shunzi: ...

The mountain road was difficult to travel, so he dared not go fast!
"The general is sitting in the carriage, so we must be extremely cautious."

Shunzi: "If it were you riding in it, believe me, I could make the horse fly and the wheels smoke."

Old Ge: ...

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"With your temper, no wonder you're still single."

Shunzi paused for a moment.

He was a little dissatisfied.

Very quietly.

"If a general can marry one, why can't I?"

Old Ge thought about it.

Wei Zhao's temper is truly annoying. Yet he puts on airs, to the point that everyone in the capital thinks he's a good person!

Can……

He glared at Shunzi.

"Can you compare to a general?"

"With his face, even if he does nothing, girls would be chasing after him."

However, Yu Tingwan was not a superficial person.

None of them were completely infatuated.

They always have to beat up Wei Zhao!
With a face like that of a general, how could any girl possibly lay a hand on him!

Old Ge then put it another way: "You know how skilled Rong Di and Chi Yu are. But every time they train, the two of them are always the ones getting beaten by the general."

"Who can match the general's strength?"

He couldn't help but think of Wei Zhao's pulse, which showed signs of vigorous kidney yang.

He couldn't help but mutter, "I wonder how much trouble it will be after I recover. I might even have two children in a year."

Just as Yu Tingwan was about to help Wei Zhao get out of the car, she heard this sentence.

With its upright raven feathers spread beneath its eyes, it blinked and leaned closer to Wei Zhao.

Wei Zhao had a bad feeling.

But it was too late to stop it.

Yu Tingwan's soft, questioning voice rang in his ears.

"Listen to this, how absurd is this?"