The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 291 She should be the most dazzling pearl

Light and shadow intertwined, appearing both real and illusory in the man's dark, ink-like eyes.

Wei Zhao raised an eyebrow, leaned closer, opened the girl's closed legs, breathed into her ear, moved his fair fingertips away from his lips, and tucked them between his fingers, hooking and clenching them tightly.

"is it?"

Yu Tingwan smiled: "They say that if a family has a daughter, a hundred families will seek her, and my husband is no less so."

How can you be so capable?!

Yu Tingwan continued to smile: "I heard that someone once offered you a beautiful woman."

Tan Jiang said it!
Of course, Tan Jiang emphasized that the man also offered some to He Xuran. But Wei Zhao received four, and He Xuran received two.

There are more generals than Imperial Censor He!

In Luo Yutingwan's ears, it was clear that Wei Zhao was quite fortunate in love.

Wei Zhao looked at her and said, "Yes."

"You're trying to bribe me."

"The Duke of Shun's mansion is heavily guarded. The person who was sent here was sent away by the steward before he could even enter. I didn't even see him."

Wei Zhao: "As for those who bribed me, they're still in jail right now. Is there anything else you want to ask?"

Yu Tingwan: ...

“There was a princess who was sent here for a political marriage and specifically asked to marry you.”

Tan Jiang said it!
She said that the princess didn't fancy He Xuran.

Wei Zhao:......

I heard so much news just from going out.

But I only listened to half of it.

Wei Zhao said calmly, "Now I've become a concubine in the harem."

Yu Tingwan didn't know what to say for a moment.

Why is this?

"Your Majesty must be quite old."

Wei Zhao didn't care, after all, it was an insignificant person and matter.

"Not long ago, a concubine was diagnosed with pregnancy."

The topic had been steered off course, and Yu Tingwan sighed, "This old man has quite the energy."

"There is a secret medicine in the palace. He takes one every time he enters the harem."

It goes without saying what kind of medicine this is.

The imperial harem was filled with countless concubines, some of whom entered the palace through the imperial selection process, while others were sent there by officials.

There are only about 300 days in a year, and new people come in every year. Some women never see the Emperor's face in their entire lives.

Having royal offspring was a heavy responsibility for emperors throughout history.

Even emperors had to take drugs.

But with more women, there's more intrigue and backstabbing.

The royal family has many offspring, but there are mostly princesses; only a few princes are truly capable.

Yu Tingwan casually asked, "Will the baby be born safely?"

Wei Zhao said casually, leaning forward to shorten the distance between them: "I will have someone stationed in the palace keep an eye on her."

Yu Tingwan: ?
She frowned: "What's it to you!"

Why should I care about other people's women and children!
She clenched her fists, but before she could strike, she heard Wei Zhao say in a low voice, "He's not the son of that dog emperor."

Yu Tingwan silently let go of her hand and leaned back, but Wei Zhao followed closely behind.

She coughed lightly, as if to stir up trouble: "That's true, after all, it's a human life. Taking care of it is a good deed."

She wanted to push him.

But it didn't get off the ground.

Instead, she couldn't control her strength and her supple body fell onto the table.

Wei Zhao's mind was entirely on her. With swift movements, he protected the girl's head with one hand and gripped her slender waist with the other.

His large hand was like a branding iron, burning not only my waist but also my heart.

The world spun around, and Yu Tingwan wasn't hurt at all. Instead, she felt a weight on her body as her tall, imposing frame pressed down on her.

Yu Tingwan didn't know how things had turned out this way.

"You...how do you even know this!"

"Last night when I entered the palace, I happened to see the concubine and the guard having an affair and whispering sweet nothings to each other."

Oh, so you gained quite a lot from entering the palace, besides being a thief.

The man's fingertips kneaded her waist: "Still jealous?"

No more.

She even reveled in the joy of gossip.

Yu Tingwan was about to shake her head.

Wei Zhao: "Then let's talk."

Yu Tingwan said in a gentle tone, "Can we talk after you get off me?"

He is very heavy.

The desk was hard too.

Wei Zhao touched her face, which was as white and smooth as porcelain: "I've recruited so many people, but have I recruited you?" Suddenly.

The room was deathly silent.

The air was like solidified gel.

In fact, there are.

He's incredibly alluring right now.

Wei Zhao received no response for a long time before finally saying, "I understand."

Yu Tingwan was surprised: "I didn't even say anything, and you already understood?"

Have they reached that level of mutual understanding?

Wei Zhao sneered: "They don't confess what they should, and they confess what they shouldn't."

Yu Tingwan: ...

She hesitated.

"Then... why don't you reflect on your actions?"

There was something he wanted to say, but Wei Zhao didn't actually do anything to her.

He stopped teasing her, stirred his tongue into hers fiercely before standing up, and pulled the girl up with him.

It was the sound of a chair dragging on the floor.

Wei Zhao sat down.

The desk is higher than the chair.

Yu Tingwan was at eye level with him. Her lips were indeed rosy, and she lowered her head to straighten her slightly disheveled collar.

Wei Zhao fiddled with the gold beads at her waist: "Grand Tutor Gu asked me to find someone."

He added, "With your portrait."

Yu Tingwan: "You said it?"

Wei Zhao: "No."

Wei Zhao: "However, this is the first time in many years that he has asked me to do something, so I have to agree."

Yu Tingwan: ...

Good guy.

Wei Zhao: "The banquet in the palace was originally scheduled for today, but I said I was not feeling well, so I postponed it to two days later."

"That day was the birthday of the Gu family's daughter."

Officials of the fifth rank and above in the imperial court were allowed to bring their female family members to the banquet. If the timing conflicted with the birthday of a woman from the Gu family, the date had to be changed or the banquet canceled.

Yu Tingwan pursed her lips: "You did this on purpose."

Wei Zhao replied frankly, "Yes."

"Leaving aside the fact that she doesn't know her background and what her character is like, she has been a daughter of the Gu family for eighteen years. She has lived a life of luxury and has never suffered much hardship. Just for that alone, she owes you something."

It's just that my birthday is a year less, so what?
Can it compensate for the suffering the girl has endured over the years?

Wei Zhao was never a gentleman.

He didn't care what happened to Gu Wu.

He didn't care what choice Grand Tutor Gu and Princess Jiashan would make.

All he knew was that Yu Tingwan had suffered a great deal.

The Gu family was unfamiliar to Yu Tingwan, even repulsive to her. But the girl's appearance inevitably drew criticism. The Gu family would come knocking on her door sooner or later.

Since that day will come.

Why couldn't it be done in front of all the civil and military officials? To create a huge uproar and cause a complete sensation?
Wei Zhao met the girl's eyes.

Whether you acknowledge them or not is your choice.

“But you’re not someone to be ashamed of. You’re upright and honest, you don’t steal or rob.”

He smiled.

A girl should be like a pearl standing in the light.

The most dazzling one.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Time turns.

The day of the palace banquet arrived quickly.

Ning Yunling was released by Wei Zhao. During the few days he was locked in the study, Wei Zhao did not beat him.

Because it is useful.

A palace banquet with Ning Yunling present is sure to be even more lively.

But Ning Yunling didn't know that.

During the few days he was imprisoned, he was neither beaten nor punished, nor was he scolded. He didn't even give Wei Zhao a second glance.

Ning Yunling felt like the sky had fallen.

This seems even more terrifying.

Especially since he had just stepped out, Shunzi respectfully made a gesture of invitation.

"Young Master, there's no rush. Take your time. It's alright if the palace banquet is late. The General cares about you; he wouldn't urge you, would he?"

Ning Yunling's legs went weak when she heard this.