The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 294 This general is indeed weak and frail.
Yu Tingwan: "I'm just a woman, I don't understand these things."

Mrs. Zhou: ...

Yu Tingwan said innocently, "Your voice was too loud, it scared me."

Yu Tingwan: "I'm so scared."

Shen Zhiyi: ...

Good guy!
Madam Zhou had never seen anyone like Yu Tingwan before, and for a moment she didn't know how to respond.

Yu Tingwan then looked at Ning Yunling.

"No wonder the elders in the family always say that you are the most honest and kind-hearted person. Even if you encounter an injured cat or dog on the street, you will take it home and raise it."

Yes, Yu Tingwan has a very strong learning ability.

She said she didn't name the cats or dogs.

"Miss Zhou's eyesight is poor; the doctor will take care of it. What does it have to do with you?"

"It's clear that Madam Zhou is quite fond of her future son-in-law; she's even come out to defend him."

Ning Yunling frowned, getting anxious: "Sister-in-law, but that Chu Liulang is really no good, you have to believe me!"

Yu Tingwan reassured her, "Of course I believe you."

With just six simple words, Ning Yunling was completely charmed.

Yu Tingwan: "So, have you come to a conclusion?"

Ning Yunling: "Huh?"

Ning Yunling humbly asked, "What?"

Yu Tingwan casually remarked, "Miss Zhou's poor eyesight is due to genetics."

Ning Yunling suddenly realized: "So that's how it is!"

Shen Zhiyi trembled as she watched the Zhou mother and daughter choke on their words, trying her best not to laugh out loud.

Yu Tingwan glanced to her right and said, "Let's go, don't keep your brother waiting."

Ning Yunling shuddered, clearly afraid of Wei Zhao, and feeling that his coming here today was a thankless task, so she quickly followed behind her.

Shen Zhiyi lay on the carriage, watching the girl walk away.

She was a little envious.

Ning Yunling is so lucky!
What a terrible sister-in-law!
Zhou Yurou couldn't bear to recall what happened next.

She felt that everyone's eyes were on her.

Those who had recently praised her and Chu Liulang as a perfect couple and envied her good marriage were now whispering among themselves.

Mrs. Zhou was also embarrassed.

Instead of turning back, they got directly into Zhou Yurou's carriage.

As the curtain was lowered, her face suddenly darkened.

"What an amazing mouth!"

Zhou Yurou was on the verge of tears: "Mother, she is openly trampling our Zhou family on the ground."

"What are you crying for! You useless thing."

Madam Zhou was furious: "She is from the Duke of Shun's mansion. Even if she is trampled on, not only can I not do anything about it, but even your father wouldn't dare to do anything about it."

After saying that, she gave a cold laugh.

"He comes from a small place, but he's got guts. He also looks a lot like the Gu family's son."

But so what.

"She was of lowly status, but she managed to bewitch Wei Zhao with her looks and bring her back. How can one rely on beauty to serve others for long? Does she think she can climb into the Grand Tutor's mansion based on her appearance?"

She calmed down.

"Having just arrived in the capital, he's already so arrogant and ignorant. He probably hasn't even been able to get into the Wei family ancestral hall yet. He thinks he's something special and puts on quite a show."

"I'll mention it to her mother-in-law later. Could someone as strong-willed as Ning Sucheng possibly be interested in her?"

Madam Zhou scoffed, "Just you wait and see. The higher she climbs, the more arrogant she becomes. But when she falls into the mud, won't anyone be able to step on her?"

The sky wasn't exactly bright; it was overcast.

This palace banquet is not held outdoors, so there's no need to worry about rain.

Inside the Cining Palace, palace servants respectfully served tea, while the Empress Dowager reclined gracefully on her chaise longue.

"Miss."

A nanny strode in from outside.

"Our young lady has entered the palace."

Upon hearing this, the Empress Dowager happily stood up and said, "Quickly, let her in."

Before long, a palace maid lifted the beaded curtain, and a woman wearing a pomegranate-red ancient patterned double butterfly skirt bent slightly and entered. The skirt was intricate and layered, and as she moved, it exuded a graceful charm.

Gu Wu, with her hair styled in a gorgeous updo and her bright eyes sparkling, smiled and said.

"Grandmother, A-Wu has come to pay her respects." She stepped forward and was about to curtsy when the Empress Dowager spoke up.

"Come quickly to my home."

As soon as she approached, the Empress Dowager pulled her into her arms and sat her down.

The Empress Dowager scolded her, "I've spoiled you for nothing. Think about it yourself, how long has it been since you last came to see me?"

Gu Wu said coquettishly, "Father went on a long trip a while ago, and Mother has been a little restless. I have to stay home and keep her company."

"You are quite filial."

The Empress Dowager glanced at the nanny behind her.

The old woman understood and smiled, "This old servant will go to the small kitchen to urge them."

She asked Gu Wu, who was puzzled.

"Knowing that you were going to the palace, Her Majesty gave the order early this morning. She just got some bird's nest and had the kitchen stew it. She also said that you can take the extra out of the palace later."

Gu Wu snuggled closer to the Empress Dowager: "You can keep it for yourself. I have everything I need at home."

Empress Dowager: "I know you lack nothing. But you're the apple of my eye, and if I don't love you, who will I love more?"

"I do want to dote on your uncle, but just looking at him makes me angry. His marriage is really a worry."

The Empress Dowager rubbed her forehead, feeling a headache coming on.

"Never mind, let's not talk about him."

She looked at the graceful young woman before her, a look of tenderness flashing in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry to have troubled you."

"My birthday has been ruined."

"I will definitely have your parents give you a proper make-up party later."

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Palace entrance.

Many officials and their female relatives were present.

These were all officials who weren't going that way and weren't heading towards the Duke of Shun's residence. They didn't rush inside, but instead waited in one direction.

"I wonder how General Wei is doing. I went to visit him a few days ago, but I couldn't even see him."

"I heard he can no longer go to the battlefield. Our Great Jin has lost a valiant general!"

"It's good that he's alive; he's the only heir of the Wei family."

His words were full of concern, but in official circles, it's hard to tell how much of it was genuine and how much was fake.

The carriage of the Duke of Shunguo's mansion had just come to a slow stop.

The officials rushed forward.

Then a wheelchair arrived.

After Shunzi removed the wheelchair, she went to help Wei Zhao, who was weak and pale.

Seeing is believing. Everyone gasped when they saw his near-death appearance.

Wei Zhao's steps were unsteady, as if he could not muster any strength.

He Xuran arrived at this time, followed by Yang Weiwen.

He intended to promote Yang Weiwen.

Yang Weiwen looked in that direction where a large crowd had gathered.

"That is?"

He Xuran glanced at it casually.

"What else could it be? People from the Duke of Shun's mansion have arrived."

While a group of officials were putting on a show of flattery, the women were simply curious to see what the girls Wei Zhao had brought back from outside looked like.

He Xuran had no interest in any of this. He took Yang Weiwen into the palace.

The officials chattered among themselves, expressing their concern for Wei Zhao.

There are those who flatter.

It also expresses respect.

Some people are worried about his condition.

Wei Zhao was sickly and it was unclear whether he had listened or not.

It wasn't until Yu Tingwan rummaged through the carriage and took out an outer garment, then draped it over Wei Zhao's shoulders.

Wei Zhao's brows were furrowed, as if he were enduring immense pain. His face was haggard and broken as he slowly raised his eyes.

He said something out of the blue.

"Yes, I am indeed frail and weak."

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