The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 250 Taking care of personal matters

"you……"

Wei Zhao asked calmly, "What's so surprising, Your Highness?"

"The Crown Prince will die sooner or later, why waste medicinal herbs?"

"It's just the Crown Prince's private treasury; from now on, the national treasury will all be yours."

Ying Fuyan: "...That makes sense."

After packing, there were only two bundles. The cave was difficult to pass through, so we had only packed a few things when we abandoned the carriage and walked.

Shunzi took the item from Yu Tingwan and went to Wei Zhao's side, speaking respectfully.

"General, do you want to take it with you, or put it in the carriage?"

Wei Zhao held out his hand: "Give it to me."

This means he wants to take it with him.

Wei Zhao: "We will meet in Wuyang City in three days."

"Yes!"

Ying Fuyan asked in bewilderment, "Are we going to split up? Why aren't we together anymore?"

Wei Zhao ignored him.

Shunzi: "I don't know, but the general has his reasons for doing what he does."

Ying Fuyan: ...

"If he were to commit murder, would he have any justification for it?"

Shunzi replied without hesitation, "Then of course the other party deserves to die!"

Shunzi: "However, such trivial matters are not for the general to handle personally."

"We'll rush to do it."

Shunzi thought for a moment, realizing he could never beat Chi Yu and Rong Di, and added, "I probably can't win against them."

Ying Fuyan: ...

Wei Zhao's subordinates were quite compatible with his temperament.

I want to get him to work for me.

However, he was clearly more concerned about the other thing.

For example, Wei Zhao's private affairs.

Ying Fuyan felt something was off, but couldn't figure out what was going on.

What's so shameful about it?
We also need to get rid of Shunzi.

Yu Tingwan came out of the house with a strip of meat in her mouth, preparing to say goodbye to Ying Fuyan. She casually asked, "Would the young master like to try some of the dried meat made at home?"

Over the years, Ying Fuyan had been taking medicine, and his mouth felt bland and tasteless. Even the dark, murky medicinal liquid tasted like water to him.

I have no appetite and can't eat anything.

But if I don't eat, my stomach hurts; if I eat a few more bites, I vomit. As a result, I've become extremely thin.

Since Yu Tingwan has already asked, she should at least give her some face.

Ying Fuyan picked up a small piece from the paper bag the girl handed him. At first, it didn't taste like much, but as he chewed, the spicy flavor exploded between his lips and teeth.

A touch of honey was added, which, while not overly sweet, enhanced the flavor.

Ying Fuyan's eyelids twitched.

"I loved eating it when I was a child, but it's been many years since I've had it."

"This is made of beef, isn't it?"

He smiled kindly and said, "Could you give them all to me? I would be very grateful."

Wei Zhao closed his eyes. How much suffering had Ying Fuyan endured to become this kind of person?

Yu Tingwan had never seen anyone who could snatch food from her mouth.

The girl was about to take a step back, as she was running out of dried meat.

Ying Fuyan praised her, "You look like a generous and kind girl."

"More generous than Wei Zhao."

"They must be reluctant to refuse me."

Ying Fuyan: "Is that right?"

Yu Tingwan: ...

This sounds correct.

But she's so stingy!

Ying Fuyan was about to say something when he felt unwell. Bright red bloodstains flowed down his nose and dripped onto his hot water bottle.

He quickly raised his head and covered it with a handkerchief.

But the nosebleed flowed like a stream, quickly staining the handkerchief red, and then trickling down between her fingers.

The change came too quickly.

The maid's expression changed drastically. The prince would have nosebleeds several times a month, and each time it was extremely difficult to stop.

She ran over to help cover it.

Even in this state, Ying Fuyan still managed to weakly continue speaking.

"Don't worry, I'm used to it. Last time I bled half a basinful, and my body felt like it was being drained dry."

This is the truth.

"Sister-in-law, I simply can't imagine how wonderful it would be if every time something happened, I could come back to life and open my eyes to eat a bite of the jerky in your arms."

This is also true.

"Beef outside must be quite expensive. To be honest, I haven't eaten meat for half a month."

That's the truth. "You won't die if you don't eat."

How could I force my younger brother's wife?

Yu Tingwan's eyelids twitched three times.

Finally, Ying Fuyan successfully obtained all the dried meat through his efforts.

Ying Fuyan was satisfied: "Sister-in-law, when I return to the capital, I will definitely bestow upon you a mansion."

Yu Ting had never seen anyone so desperate for a bite to eat, so she pulled up a chair for Ying Fuyan to sit down: "Your Highness, please stop talking for a moment, this looks frightening."

Wei Zhao obtained some silver needles, intending to stop the bleeding. He had learned this technique from watching Elder Ge perform acupuncture when he was seriously injured.

It's not difficult, but you still need to know the acupoints.

He glanced at Shunzi.

"Come and see clearly, then teach the people serving the Crown Prince."

Ying Fuyan looked up, not daring to move, his fox fur coat stained with blood.

Her eyes darted around, but she looked at Yu Tingwan, not forgetting her promise to the mansion: "If you can't stand Wei Zhao in the future, you'll have the confidence to leave directly."

Wei Zhao remained calm and composed.

If you apply the right pressure to the correct acupoints, it shouldn't hurt at all.

But the next moment.

Ying Fuyan shouted.

"It hurts."

Wei Zhao said calmly, "Your Highness's words are too secretive."

Fortunately, this set of acupuncture techniques is useful for Fuyan.

Afterwards, Wei Zhao washed his hands in a copper basin, as they were still stained with blood.

"In a few days, let Old Ge come and take a look at you."

He prescribed another remedy.

"If you trust me, then come and eat him."

Ying Fuyan had lost too much blood and was in bad condition. She tremblingly accepted the prescription.

Wei Zhao had him carried back.

When the person was first lifted up, Ying Fuyan was dizzy.

But he didn't forget to give instructions.

"All that furniture was moved into my room."

After the couple left, no one lived here anymore.

His room is still empty.

Yu Tingwan: ...

She feels...

Ying Fuyan, made like this, is indeed suitable to be a woman.

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After some effort, the group finally emerged from the cave.

The horse was bought from outside, not a warhorse that had served Wei Zhao for many years, but it was in good spirits. A saddle had already been placed on its back.

Wei Zhao is no longer the sickly Wei Zhao of the past.

He mounted his horse and reached out his hand to Yu Tingwan.

Yu Tingwan approached and was about to extend her arm.

Wei Zhao bent down, put his arm around her waist, and pulled her up. The world spun around, her dress fluttered, and Yu Tingwan was now steadily seated on the horse, embraced by him.

"drive!"

The horse started to run.

Yu Tingwan disregarded the novelty; she pursed her lips, inexplicably nervous, as if a stone was pressing on her chest.

"that……"

Yu Tingwan feigned composure: "Where are you taking me?"

At this critical juncture, it's easy for people to speculate.

"Let's go somewhere else."

"Ying Fuyan's place is too shabby."

Yu Tingwan swallowed hard: "Is it what I think?"

Countdown?
Wei Zhao gripped the reins, his tone flat, as if discussing the weather casually: "Yes."

Yu Tingwan had been prepared for this for a long time.

Can……

She doesn't understand.

"Well...it shouldn't take three days, right?"

When she tried to save face for Wei Zhao by saying he could talk all night, Liu Yan looked on incredulously.

Once they entered the capital, things wouldn't be so leisurely. Wei Zhao also wanted to take the opportunity to spend some time with her.

Upon hearing this, he raised an eyebrow, realizing that Yu Tingwan had misunderstood.

"It's not like I'll let you die in bed."

but.

His voice was low and clear as he told her, "I always have to enjoy myself."