The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 26 Pour the medicine
The heavy rain came as expected.

The sky was dark and the thunder was deafening, as if it were about to destroy everything in the world.

The gale raged wildly, and the old house was as cold as an ice cellar.

The dry branches were lit, and Yu Tingwan added a few more pieces of firewood. The heat from the flickering flames drove away the chill from her body.

The pot was simmering with radishes brought from the Wei family's place, cut into chunks, and sprinkled with wild scallions picked from the mountains.

The taste wasn't great, but after drinking the hot soup, the girl's pale complexion improved considerably.

Lower abdominal pain means your period is about to start.

Yu Tingwan's periods have always been irregular, and each time they come, they take half her life.

She lay down on the couch, covered herself with the blanket, and opened her eyes to listen to the howling of the cold wind outside.

In her previous life, Madam Xu was due to give birth in the last few days. It wasn't her due date yet, but the roads were slippery from the rain, and she lost her balance and fell. Her baby was already in an unstable position, and the shock caused her to experience a difficult labor.

There was blood all over him.

Hearing the noise, Wang chased after them and was terrified. She sternly ordered Yu Tingwan to find the village midwife.

The snow outside was so thick that your calves would sink in with every step. The kerosene lamp that Yu Tingwan was carrying was quickly blown out.

At that time, how could she know that Wang had already negotiated a price with the Dong family and was just waiting to choose an auspicious time to send her away?

Grateful for the Hu family's kindness, she stumbled along, ignoring the biting cold, and continued forward in the darkness.

When the midwife was brought back to the Hu family, she was soaked in sweat and in so much pain in her lower abdomen that she could not stand up straight.

But all I could hear were Xiao Xu's cries of pain and wails, and Wang's scolding.

"Stop yelling! What are you crying for? You can't even walk properly and you still fall down. You think you're so tough? If anything happens to my precious grandson, just wait and see how I deal with you."

Ms. Xu was in so much pain that she could hardly breathe. Her forehead was covered in sweat, and her hands were gripping the blankets tightly, with veins bulging.

"But Mother, it hurts."

"Which woman doesn't give birth? You're just all talk!"

Seeing her pale face, Wang frowned and said directly to the midwife, "If anything goes wrong, you must save the baby."

Thinking of the silver promised by the Dong family, Madam Wang was overjoyed, completely disregarding the fact that Madam Xu was still giving birth, and said with great pride.

"I'll find another wife for my eldest son later."

What is this nonsense?

The mother of the student.

The midwife thought she was in the way and kicked Wang out.

"What are you doing, making things worse? Are you still going to have a baby or not? If you have nothing else to do, go to the kitchen and boil some water."

Wang Shi also found the room unlucky and reluctantly came out. Her gaze swept over Yu Tingwan, who was biting her lip and leaning unsteadily against the corner of the wall.

"Didn't you hear me? What are you standing here for? Go boil some water."

Yu Tingwan spoke very softly, almost drowned out by the groans of pain from Madam Xu inside the room: "Aunt, I'm not feeling well, I might..."

Wang looked down at her.

"It hurts that much? How come it didn't kill you? Are you faking it? Just trying to shirk your responsibilities. You think you can get away with anything?

Yu Tingwan didn't want to recall it.

But these images, disregarding her wishes, seeped into her memory inch by inch.

She rolled over, a cold smile creeping across her lips.

She wanted to see just how chaotic the Hu family would become while she was away.

After all..., Madam Xu gave birth to a daughter.

Yu Tingwan suddenly remembered something more important. New Year's Eve was just over ten days away, and she still hadn't gotten married.

I bet her New Year's Eve dinner will also consist of just vegetables and radishes.

Yu Tingwan couldn't lie down anymore; she felt extremely melancholy.

The rain showed no signs of letting up, as if it could smash a hole in the roof.

Wei Zhao next door was also awake, his eyelids drooping.

He didn't care that news of his death in battle had spread to the capital, throwing the court and the public into chaos.

The Wei family army is the most elite force the Jin Dynasty can boast of, earned through genuine skill. Which barbarian enemy wouldn't be wary of them?
But if Wei Zhao gets into trouble, who can take over the Wei family army? Those soldiers only obey him.

Wei Zhao did not care that other countries took advantage of the chaos to invade.

The Great Jin Dynasty doesn't share his surname, so what does it have to do with him? Why should he protect the Emperor of the Great Jin Dynasty?
A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

Hui Niang then brought over the medicine.

“We have plenty of beans at home, and the rain outside looks terrifying. Considering the muddy mountain roads, your father and I will stay home and make tofu for you tomorrow.”

At this point, she added.

"I'll take some to my stepmother while I'm at it, and I'll also need to pick up some vegetables."

“There’s no shortage of these things in the countryside. When she moved out, her aunt didn’t give her anything. What she brought today is worth less than four coins. We can’t let a young girl like her suffer a loss.”

As she spoke, she brought the medicine to the bedside.

Just then, Wei Shouzhong's voice came from outside.

"Hui Niang, the kitchen is flooded."

The kitchen was piled high with firewood, so Hui Niang didn't care about talking to Wei Zhao anymore and turned to leave.

But as she walked out of the room, she didn't forget to say, "The medicine is on the bedside table. Don't forget to take it after it cools down."

Wei Zhao looked indifferently at the medicine bowl by the bedside.

The medicine has a pungent smell and tastes bitter.

Wei Zhao picked it up, slowly walked to the window, and opened it. A gust of wind blew in, and large raindrops pelted him.

The last time it rained that heavily, he was still in Beijing.

It was two years ago.

At that time, the entire Shunguo Duke's mansion was solemn, and the servants dared not even breathe loudly, all acting with utmost care.

Wei Zhao served the Lady of Shunguo, who had caught a cold, with great respect.

"Guizhi, your mother dreamed of your father again."

Gui Zhi, his courtesy name.

Lady Shunguo said softly, "He has been gone for three years. Before he died, the thing he was most worried about was you."

"Look at you, insisting on going to the border to fight and kill. Wouldn't it be better to stay in the capital? You are the only son of the Duke's family. If something happens to you, how will your mother explain it to your father?"

"Your mother went to the palace to plead with the Emperor to summon you back to the capital..."

Wei Zhao remembered these words vividly. But he didn't know when it started, the face of the Duchess of Shunguo had become blurry and unfamiliar.

Wei Zhao was lifeless.

But then he heard Hui Niang's voice, which pulled him back from his memories to reality.

"Husband, hurry up and bring the firewood into our house. It will be a problem if it gets all wet."

"Why is the roof leaking? We'll have to remove the tiles and repair it after the rain stops."

Wei Shouzhong put on a straw raincoat, hugged the firewood to his chest, and tried to save as many as he could.

He had just rushed out of the kitchen when he saw Wei Zhao holding medicine in his hand, lost in thought, and he had a bad feeling about it.

Wei Zhao also saw him.

His gaze drifted over there lightly, then casually looked away.

Wei Zhao remembered the purpose of opening the window, and with a flick of his wrist, he poured out the medicine.

Wei Shouzhong: ? ? ?

I'm watching!

"you……"

He wanted to scold him, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

After all, my son is mentally unstable right now.

Granny Fan's mentally challenged nephew, who is about the same age as Ah Lang, is unable to take care of himself and even soils his pants. That's what's truly a headache.

Wei Zhao felt no guilt whatsoever, nor did he think anything was wrong. He poured out the medicine and was about to leave.

Oh, and he even made sure to close the window, despite his blatant blatantness.

Wei Shouzhong: ...

I'm relieved that at least I didn't leave myself feeling cold.

(End of this chapter)