The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 227 Here we are, home.

at the same time.

Shangjing.

Because of Qing Tan's suicide, many officials involved were trembling with fear.

The Fifth Prince, Ying Yin, knelt outside the Imperial Study and begged for mercy.

Emperor Yingqian flew into a rage and refused to see anyone.

The people in the palace didn't dare to breathe loudly, for fear of being implicated.

Gu Fuju, dressed in an official robe embroidered with cranes, carried books from the library as he walked along the palace path.

Accompanying him was the Marquis of Loyalty and Valor.

Marquis Zhongyong: "That's strange."

Just a few days ago, he was talking to Qing Tan.

As the fifth prince's maternal uncle, he was incredibly arrogant.

"The news of his death has spread so widely outside, the information is even more readily available than yours and mine. Do you think it has anything to do with the Crown Prince's side?"

"If we really have to consider this, executing the entire Qing family wouldn't be an exaggeration. Is it possible that His Majesty might spare them out of consideration for the Fifth Prince?"

Without the Qing family, it would be a minor matter if the Fifth Prince were implicated, but a major matter would be if his power were halved.

"you say……"

Gu Fuju frowned and interrupted, "Be careful what you say."

"His Majesty will decide how to deal with Qing Tan."

The Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery, who was speaking with great enthusiasm, sneered.

"What are you afraid of?"

He looked around, and seeing that no one was there, he lowered his voice.

"Wei Fengxing was cautious in his words and deeds, yet he died. Young Wei was well-behaved and respectful, yet he also died."

He felt that Wei Zhao's death was somehow connected to the one on the dragon throne. Otherwise, how could something like this have happened after the battle was won?

“I know what I'm doing, and you know it perfectly well too.”

At this point, he sighed.

“When my son learned that Wei had an accident, he was so distraught that he secretly shed tears several times, as if I, his father, had died.”

"But for some reason, after transporting the coffin back from Ze County, he acted as if nothing had happened. When Wei boy is mentioned, he still curses him as a dog."

Marquis Zhongyong thought his son, Xiao Huaiyan, was quite a scoundrel. He had assumed that Xiao Huaiyan and Wei Zhao shared some brotherly affection.

Gu Fuju had broad shoulders and deep, unfathomable eyes. Having held a high position for many years, he exuded an imposing aura without anger.

He looked straight ahead: "You should understand the saying 'trouble comes from the mouth.'"

The Loyal and Brave Marquis, who wanted to say something more: ...

He had never seen any particularly intense emotions on Gu Fuju's face.

This person seems to have everything under control.

When she puts on a stern face, even he gets scared.

Marquis Zhongyong did not hold it against him.

After all, that's just how Gu Fuju is.

I wonder what kind of person he is at home.

One should be tender towards one's daughter-in-law and daughter.

Lady Zhongyong complained to her husband more than once that whenever the Grand Tutor's wife went out, the Grand Tutor would go to pick her up whenever he had free time. Just a few days ago, he even put aside his official duties to accompany her to the temple to pray for blessings.

Even a few words from him usually sounded noisy to Gu Fuju.

He's patient enough to keep his wife company.

After leaving the palace gates, Gu Fuju bid him farewell and boarded the carriage back to his residence alone.

Half an hour later, the carriage slowly came to a stop.

"Sir, here we are."

Gu Fuju lifted the carriage curtain, stepped onto the footstool, and climbed the steps. Just as he crossed the threshold and stepped inside, he saw the butler rushing out.

The steward greeted him immediately upon seeing him.

"master."

"What's wrong? You're acting all flustered."

"The girl has a fever, her whole body is burning hot, I'll go find a doctor."

Gu Fuju, who had intended to go to the study, paused slightly and changed direction, heading towards the back of the house.

But after taking only a few steps, he was called back again.

He was a servant boy who attended to the study, providing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones.

"Master, someone from Young Master He's side has arrived. They want to see you and seem very anxious. They've asked you at least five times if you've returned. I'm afraid it's something important."

Gu Fuju frowned slightly.

He said, "Tell the nanny serving Awu to do her best. I'll go see her again later."

"Yes."

Gu Fuju returned to his study.

When He Xuran's confidants saw him, they immediately bowed deeply.

Gu Fuju: "How is your young master?"

"Reporting to Uncle, everything is fine."

The trusted aide presented the letter with both hands: "The young master repeatedly instructed me to make sure this letter reaches you."

What kind of letter cannot pass through the hands of others?
It couldn't possibly be a family letter. Gu Fuju took it.

The confidant lowered his head and continued, "Young Master said that it would be best if it were a misunderstanding; if not, you'll know the truth once you see it."

"His matter is awaiting the Emperor's decision, and I estimate he'll be back soon. See if he decides to stay a few more days, or what."

Even with his extensive knowledge, Gu Fuju was completely bewildered.

Having completed my official duties, it was time to return home to Ze County...

Gu Fuju's eyes darkened at the thought of that place.

He opened the letter.

There were only two lines of text inside.

—The Yu family in Zexian County once suffered a mysterious fire. The person behind it was after their life, but the reason is unknown and no clue has been found.

—There is a portrait of the adopted daughter, who is about the same age as Ah Wu.

Gu Fuju, who was always calm and collected, suddenly changed his expression.

His hand, reaching for the teacup, trembled violently, causing the teaware to fall and shatter, splashing scalding tea everywhere. He seemed oblivious to the pain, staring intently at the letter.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged out; he stared at it in disbelief, over and over again.

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Returning to Zexian from the bamboo forest on the outskirts of the city, it was already dusk. The afterglow of the setting sun spilled across the fields, making everything around seem exceptionally gentle.

Yu Tingwan was lying on the carriage, unaware of what was happening outside.

Looking at the scene outside.

She was in a good mood.

But they soon realized something was wrong.

"This is not the way home."

Wei Zhao hadn't rested all day, and his face looked somewhat tired.

"Yes."

Yu Tingwan: ?
She pursed her lips and asked, "Do you think I have bad eyesight, or bad brain?"

Wei Zhao thought for a moment.

The girl thought he wasn't handsome, which shows that his eyesight is poor.

As for her brain, no one is as clever as her, yet she often pretends to be stupid.

He remained silent for a long time.

Yu Tingwan was stunned, completely baffled: "Are you still going to consider it?"

Wei Zhao said slowly, "I'm afraid of offending you."

"But you... have already offended me."

The couple looked at each other.

Yu Tingwan sat up abruptly, annoyed: "You've made it so obvious, aren't you going to do anything to fix it?"

Wei Zhao gently reassured him, "Wait a moment."

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

This thing requires a wait?

She felt that Wei Zhao was becoming somewhat arrogant due to being favored by his parents.

The scene outside was unfamiliar.

Yu Tingwan had no mood to look at it anymore, and the corners of her mouth gradually turned down.

After an unknown amount of time, seeing that the man still hadn't made a move, Yu Tingwan couldn't help but want to argue with him, and the carriage stopped.

Wei Zhao: "We've arrived."

He got up and got off the carriage, then lifted the curtain and waited for her to come out.

Yu Tingwan was baffled.

The girl bent down and stepped out of the carriage, looking around in surprise.

Then came a sense of bewilderment.

As far as the eye can see, there is a house of moderate size with two lanterns hanging above it and two small stone lions standing outside the door.

It felt somewhat unfamiliar, yet also familiar.

She could almost see a spoiled little girl, holding a bowl, eating the meat inside, ignoring Hu Yuniang's advice, insisting on sitting on the stone lion, swinging her legs, waiting for her father.

The voice of Wei Zhao was right next to my ear.

“I gave a sum of money to the previous residents and had them move out.”

“This place has been rebuilt, and the layout is quite different. After I bought it, I asked Aunt Li from the clothing store to come and help with the repairs and furnishings. I tried to keep it as close to the original as possible.”

But Aunt Li wasn't a member of the Yu family, and too many years had passed, so she couldn't be particularly meticulous.

"I estimate they're only about 50% similar."

The girl slowly raised her gaze upwards.

It's a newly installed storefront with the words "Yu Family" written on it.

Wei Zhaochao reached out his hand to her.

"Come."

He laughs.

"Go home."

(End of this chapter)