The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 222 Playing dumb is pointless.
By the time we returned to the alley, it was nearly dusk.

Yu Tingwan was carrying several bags of fried pancakes wrapped in paper, which swayed as she walked.

I walked a lot today, and my legs are a bit sore.

Just a few months ago, she still had to gather firewood, painstakingly tying it up and dragging it down the mountain, wearing out the soles of her shoes.

Now that she doesn't have to worry about making a living and doesn't need to do any work, Yu Tingwan has a leisurely life and has become lazy.

"Aunt."

The little girl was squatting by the door playing with pebbles. When she saw her, she ran over excitedly.

The little girl said in her childish voice, "Why didn't you take me with you when you skipped class?"

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

"Who said I skipped class?"

"That's what my master said."

"Then he's spreading rumors about me."

The little girl looked up at her, bewildered.

But didn't you just slip away halfway through?

Yu Tingwan showed no shame and handed her several fried pancakes.

"Take it and eat it, don't forget to share some with your master."

“Just say… just say he has a good student who is filial and never forgets to think of him when he goes out. Tell him not to keep dwelling on such a small matter. He's getting on in years, he should be more magnanimous.”

Seeing that Nannan obediently agreed, Yu Tingwan hurried back to the Wei family home.

Hui Niang was washing vegetables with her head down when she heard the sound and looked over. She saw that the basket on her back was full and was afraid that it would crush the girl.

She shook the water off her hands and quickly came over to help carry it.

"Why did you buy so much?"

With the basket removed, Yu Tingwan felt relieved and rubbed her shoulders, saying, "I bought it because it was cheap."

She handed over the fried cake: "I bought it on the way back. It's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It's still piping hot. Parents, please try it."

Hui Niang took a bite; it tasted good.

The portion was small, mainly just for a taste, since we'll be eating a proper meal later.

Hui Niang ate while tidying up her basket. It contained food and household items.

Why didn't you buy yourself any new things?

Hui Niang: "I think the pearl hairpins on Liu's daughter's head are very nice. If you buy them and wear them, you will definitely look even more charming."

Yu Tingwan chuckled, "I find it too heavy."

"She was wearing a jade pendant, you..."

Yu Tingwan: "A burden."

Before Hui Niang could say anything more, she saw that the basket on her back contained incense, candles, and paper money...

she knows.

The anniversaries of my in-laws' deaths are approaching.

Where is my husband?

"Inside the house."

"I'll go take a look."

A charcoal fire was burning inside the house.

But the windows were wide open.

After Yu Tingwan went inside, she frowned and closed the door and windows.

then……

She discovered that Wei Zhao was not there.

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Wei Zhao was in a secluded dark room at the moment.

The room was dimly lit, with only a few kerosene lamps providing illumination. He sat in the chair that Chi Yu had brought over, slowly brewing tea.

A sack lay on the ground not far away, and something inside was struggling and writhing.

are people.

Chi Yu stood beside him and said respectfully, "It just so happens that Zheng Xu of the Imperial Medical Academy returned to his hometown to pay respects to his ancestors. We have people in Yucheng, and they quickly captured him after receiving the news."

“Capture all their family members and keep them in the next room to await your orders.”

The teapot was bubbling away, boiling.

Chi Yu stepped forward and untied the sack, revealing Zheng Xu, an elderly man with a gag in his mouth, bound hands and feet, and a pale face.

Zheng Xu was both angry and furious.

His medical skills weren't particularly good, and he wasn't given important positions in the Imperial Medical Academy, but he's been doing extremely well these past few years.

Many imperial physicians privately speculated that he had powerful connections. Otherwise, how could he be qualified to return to his hometown unscathed at this critical juncture when the crown prince was seriously ill?

There was certainly some pride in him. But little did Zheng Xu know that the carriage was still traveling on the official road, and they were only half an hour away from returning to their hometown.

The next instant, there was a loud bang and the carriage shattered into pieces. He fell to the ground and was knocked unconscious before he could even react.

When I woke up, I was put in a sack and thrown onto a horse to continue my journey. My internal organs felt like they were going to be shaken out.

At first, he thought they were just reckless bandits!
But when he saw Chi Yu, he was dumbfounded.

"No! No!"

He couldn't speak, but he was very agitated.

Chi Yu pulled the gag out of his mouth.

"Deputy General Chi...?"

"It's you?"

Zheng Xu: "Why did you arrest me!"

Chi Yu did not respond.

He stepped aside and moved to a safe spot.

Zheng Xu also saw Wei Zhao, who had been blocked by Chi Yu earlier, at this moment.

My hair stood on end; I was suddenly startled.

Her heart pounded like a drum, her breath felt like cotton wool being pulled from her lungs, a chill spread from the soles of her feet to her limbs, terror flashed in her eyes, and her shrill voice almost cracked.

"General Wei... General Wei."

"You...you...you're not dead?"

He trembled and tried to move backward.

Wei Zhao looked at his ugly posture with a mocking expression.

Despite the low temperature in the dark room, Zheng Xu's forehead was covered in large beads of sweat.

Zheng Xu chuckled awkwardly, "It's so good that you're alright."

"When we return to the capital, His Majesty will be overjoyed."

"I admire you very much."

"I was deeply saddened to hear the news of your death on the battlefield. Fortunately, you are safe and sound. Although I do not know what happened, it is clear that God had mercy and could not bear to see you suffer."

Zheng Xu was extremely uneasy.

He looked cautiously at Wei Zhao.

Wei Zhao's eyes were sinister, his expression gloomy and cold, as if a terrifying storm was churning within them.

Zheng Xu fell silent, not daring to utter another word.

But Chi Yu grabbed his collar and dragged him forward to Wei Zhao's feet.

Zheng Xu was in pain and panicked, looking utterly disheveled.

A cold touch landed on his chin; it was a dagger. Zheng Xu was forced to raise his head.

The blade tip went downwards, leaving red marks wherever it passed, with beads of blood appearing and a stinging sensation spreading through the air.

Zheng Xu's teeth chattered, and he tried to back away, but Chi Yu held him down firmly.

Wei Zhao gripped the dagger, his eyes icy cold, and his lips moved slightly: "Why are you trembling like this? Did I scare you?"

"General Wei, I have no grudge against you, why are you doing this..."

"Years ago, when the Duke of Shun was bedridden, although I was incompetent and could not cure him, I still took meticulous care of him. I prepared and cooked medicine and discussed prescriptions with the various imperial physicians."

"Even if I haven't done anything particularly meritorious, I have still put in a lot of effort. If I have offended you in any way, I will apologize to you..."

Zheng Xu hadn't finished speaking.

Without hesitation, Wei Zhao pierced his neck with the dagger.

Even a slight deviation could result in blood splattering everywhere.

As an imperial physician, Zheng Xu knew that no one would die in the short term. But as time went on, things could change.

He was in so much pain that he convulsed and almost fainted.

Even so, he heard his only son outside screaming, desperately calling for his father to save him.

He had only one son, whom he cherished like a precious jewel since childhood.

Wei Zhao released his grip and leisurely poured tea.

"It's pointless if you keep pretending to be stupid."

“I lack patience. If your precious son loses an arm or a leg, that’s a minor matter. But if he dies, you’ll be the one who will be heartbroken.”

Zheng Xu had no time to worry about anything else.

He might die if he betrays his side.

But if he doesn't tell, Wei Zhao won't let him leave alive.

He's not stupid; he knows how to choose.

"I say, I say anything."

"When the Duke of Shun died, it was not from a serious illness, but from poisoning."