The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 288 I think about my husband every moment.

Upon hearing this, the person next to him responded softly.

"I've heard about it too. That old lady is extremely arrogant and has a big air about her. She doesn't allow other worshippers to get too close; they have to be at least ten zhang away, or she'll drive them away."

"Pah, if she's so capable, why doesn't she just buy the whole mountain and have it all to herself?"

Yu Tingwan climbed the mountain with ease.

She looked around.

Look at the bamboo swaying in the wind on both sides of the steps.

It's the season for bamboo shoots, and everywhere you look, spring bamboo shoots are sprouting up.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Ning Suchan noticed that she didn't hear Yu Tingwan's voice behind her, so she assumed that Yu Tingwan had fallen behind and turned around to look.

With her hands behind her back, Madam Yu walked with effortless ease. She even kicked a pebble as she went, causing her jewelry and the gold beads at her waist to sway with each step.

Under the light, it was hard to tell whether it was her appearance that was more radiant or her jewelry that shone brighter.

They don't look like they're from a small place.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she was raised in the private quarters of a wealthy family.

Perhaps noticing Ning Suchan's scrutiny, Yu Tingwan looked up and met her eyes.

A look of doubt flashed in the girl's eyes.

However, she tilted her head slightly and smiled brightly at Ning Suchan.

Even the old woman's heart melted.

Putting everything else aside, the Crown Princess is quite beautiful.

They look quite obedient!
Ning Suchan turned around expressionlessly and continued walking forward.

Next, Ning Suchan went hiking.

Yu Tingwan admired the scenery.

Ning Suchan continued climbing the mountain.

Yu Tingwan followed at a leisurely pace, enjoying the scenery.

Ning Suchan found it difficult to climb the mountain.

Climbing mountains is tiring, so she rarely goes out. Also, because she had a serious illness before, sweat soon appeared on her forehead.

As a sensible daughter-in-law, she couldn't possibly urge her mother-in-law to hurry up, especially after Ning Suchan coldly refused to let her carry her.

Yu Tingwan picked a few flowers as she went.

She even enjoyed picking a lot of bamboo shoots.

Ning Suchan had a lot to say about this.

By the time they reached the first pavilion where they could rest, Ning Suchan was already a little out of breath.

Ke Yu's breathing remained steady throughout the evening.

The old woman took the food box from Wei Jiajun and placed the tea and snacks on the stone table.

Ning Suchan sat down and only drank a few sips of tea.

Yu Tingwan didn't sit still; she tied the picked flowers into a bunch.

She's not very good with her hands and doesn't know how to arrange flowers, but the red and pink flowers piled together still look quite nice.

Outside the pavilion, a little girl was skipping and hopping, holding a beautiful flower in her hand.

"Mother! Bend down."

The woman in coarse clothes thought she was tired and needed to be carried. Just as she bent down, the little girl stood on tiptoe and stuck the flower in the woman's hair.

“I knew it would look good on Mother.”

"Father is reluctant to buy Mother jewelry, saying it's a waste of money. When your daughter grows up, I will definitely buy you a beautiful gold hairpin!"

Tan Jiang withdrew her gaze: "Madam."

Tan Jiang: "Your flower is..."

She was just about to ask if it was for the mistress.

Even the old woman looked over.

Yu Tingwan: "For my husband."

Tan Jiang: ? ?
Like the old woman: ? ?
Yu Tingwan: "I had just gone to Zexian for medical treatment, and my husband was in a low mood, so I used flowers to cheer him up."

"For a period of time, I delivered it every day."

Ning Suchan looked over upon hearing the sound.

Yu Tingwan cleared her throat, speaking in a rather coquettish tone: "He's not feeling well and can't come along. Even though I'm out there, I should still think about him all the time."

The old woman said, "Those bamboo shoots are..."

Yu Tingwan: "I'll take it back later and make a stew with cured pork and bamboo shoots."

Freshly picked is the freshest!
Yu Tingwan never mentioned that she was craving food.

“I think my husband would love to drink it.” Tan Jiang: ? ! !

The lady really loves it!

Ning Suchan's expression remained unchanged, revealing no emotion.

Just then, another mother-in-law and daughter-in-law passed by. Their conversation was still carried over.

“Wei Niang, you’ve only been married for half a month, but you need to hurry up with the matter of having children.”

The mother-in-law had a prosperous appearance and seemed approachable, but her tone was exceptionally domineering and disdainful.

“Your family isn’t well-off, so marrying into my He family is already a step up for you. But I have no choice. A wife should be virtuous, but your husband is foolish. He only cares about looks and after much searching, he finally chose you. I didn’t agree at first, but my son is grown up and doesn’t listen to his mother. He insisted on bringing you home without consulting me first.”

"Then I can't very well kick you out, so I'll just have to bite the bullet and accept it."

She glanced at her daughter-in-law.

“Your butt doesn’t look big, so you don’t seem like you’d have a good chance of having children. He’s the only son in our Wang family, and we’re hoping he’ll have a son to carry on the family line, so you’d better work hard.”

The new bride lowered her head meekly, clearly afraid. She quickly said, "Mother-in-law, I will definitely give the He family a son as soon as possible."

"Hmph, that's pretty much it."

Yu Tingwan: ...

She looked at the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, then at herself.

Yu Tingwan went to see Ning Suchan again.

She was a little confused.

Should we also give a token amount?

It's just a matter of opening your mouth.

She felt that she was still quite old.

Wei Zhao was also the only son.

Can……

Wei Zhao always did it outside, clearly because he didn't want her to get pregnant too early.

Ning Suchan, having rested enough, prepared to set off, saying casually, "Guizhi is not in good health. Having a child is a matter of fate, so there's no rush."

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At this moment, a carriage was traveling along the official road towards the capital.

A respectful voice came from outside the carriage: "My lord, we will be able to enter the capital in one hour."

Gu Fuju looked tired.

He searched every inch of the area, including several cities near Jiangze County, but still couldn't find any trace of Yu Tingwan.

It's as if the person vanished into thin air.

He calculated the time, then closed his eyes tightly.

"Go to Changdu Temple."

"Yes."

After passing the next fork in the road, the carriage left the main road and headed towards Changdu Temple.

Gu Fuju felt helpless and suddenly realized the situation was tricky.

He raised his hand and gently stroked Yu Tingwan's portrait, as if it were a fragile treasure.

When he closed his eyes, he seemed to see a little girl walking around the streets of Zexian County, jingling and gesticulating wildly.

A gust of wind blew through the curtains, sending several pages flying from the thick stack of papers on the tea table in the carriage, which contained Yu Tingwan's biography and which he had read countless times, chewing over every single word.

He quickly bent down to pick it up.

I just picked up a card and glanced at it briefly.

The text above says that Xiao Yaoyao was stopped at the street corner by a little girl from another alley.

Gu Fuju didn't read any further, but he already knew what was written next.

The little girl was dressed in mourning clothes, but she was too young to understand the pain of separation and death. She raised her chin and looked at Yaoyao.

"My house is so lively! My grandma passed away, she's lying in her coffin, and everyone is offering incense for her."

Yao Yao: ["Move aside, I'm going home, my mom made braised pork."]

The girl was unhappy.

"So what if you eat meat every meal? I got to eat it today too."

She showed off.

"We hosted several banquets, and people from several nearby alleys came."

Yao Yao was puzzled.

She covered her mouth, speaking in a childish voice.

"You're so stingy, always trying to take advantage of others. Your grandmother, on the other hand, is so generous, treating so many people to a meal."