The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 304 I advise my husband not to ask.
Yu Tingwan: ...

That's not what she meant.

Just about to explain.

Wei Zhao smiled: "Was it because I didn't use enough force last night? Did I not use enough variety? Did I not penetrate deep enough? Is that why you're dissatisfied and questioning me?"

Yu Tingwan's breath hitched.

I instinctively covered my ears.

But she had crispy fish in her hand.

Yu Tingwan stuffed it into her mouth without hesitation.

good to eat.

The hand that was meant to cover my ears involuntarily reached towards the paper bag.

Wei Zhao:......

"You need to tell me so I can change it."

Don't change it.

You're already causing a lot of trouble right now.

Yu Tingwan looked distressed.

But she's always been stubborn.

"Hard to say."

She glanced at Wei Zhao.

"I've never been married before, so I have little experience. I've never heard anyone else talk about things that happen in the bedroom, so I really can't judge."

At this point, she began to speak with conviction.

He stood up straight.

“I advise my husband not to ask.”

"You're unhappy because I didn't give you a response."

"If I did respond, wouldn't you be the one who doesn't want to listen?"

Wei Zhao:......

Yu Tingwan: "Look at you, why do you have to suffer for no reason?"

Yu Tingwan didn't forget her sweet words.

"It breaks my heart to see this."

Wei Zhao:......

I was so angry I almost laughed.

Forget it, who can say anything about her?

He leaned back.

"eat."

He said listlessly, "I'd like to see how you'll have the nerve to keep eating."

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On the day of the Crown Prince's funeral, Gu Fuju arrived early in the morning.

He first went to see Emperor Yingqian.

The white-haired man burying the black-haired man, Emperor Yingqian seemed to have aged several years.

While Crown Prince Yingyi was alive, he was both pleased with his abilities and wary of him, fearing that the heir apparent might have too big an appetite and develop inappropriate thoughts.

Therefore, he doted on the fifth prince, Ying Yin.

Let the two princes fight each other in private.

But now that Ying Yi is dead, with no vested interests involved, he seems to have become just an ordinary father.

Gu Fuju stepped forward and handed over a note.

"This is the time for the funeral calculated by the Imperial Observatory. His Majesty has taken a look."

"The arrangements at the imperial mausoleum have also been made."

The coffin was quite heavy, and inside were many precious artifacts.

The imperial tombs are far away...

"This old minister personally supervised the 120 people who were carrying the coffin. We found a piece of wood with the same weight as the Crown Prince's coffin and had them repeatedly practice leaving the capital from the Eastern Palace and entering the mausoleum to ensure that nothing went wrong."

There was half a bowl of water on top of the wood.

The water won't spill along the way.

It's not that Gu Fuju is strict.

If the road is too slippery or there are potholes in the ground, and the crown prince's coffin falls to the ground, that would be a terrible sin.

"The obituary has already been posted. The Crown Prince is benevolent, and many people have come to see him off."

"The accompanying ladies, officials and female relatives, banner bearers, ceremonial guards... all were arranged in accordance with your instructions, totaling more than five thousand people."

Emperor Yingqian let out a long sigh.

"I have always trusted you to handle things."

"It also shows the father-son relationship between me and him."

Gu Fuju cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty should take care of your health. The Crown Prince has always been filial and cannot bear to see you so grief-stricken."

After he left, he went towards the East Palace.

It was still early, and there weren't many people on the road coming to pay their respects or attend the funeral.

After several days of hard work, Gu Fuju finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel.

The thought of seeing Yu Tingwan today softened his usually cold face.

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Yu Tingwan left the house together with Ning Suchan.

At the palace gate, just as they alighted from their carriage, they bumped into the haggard-looking people from the Ningguo Marquis's residence.

Ning Yunling looked dejected.

His eyes were bloodshot.

It's smoked with onions.

But he was immune; he could no longer shed a single tear. He walked over.

"Brother."

Wei Zhao, sitting in a wheelchair, opened his eyes. He quickly looked away.

Didn't see it.

Ning Yunling looked at Yu Tingwan.

"Sister-in-law."

Yu Tingwan was about to respond.

Ning Yunling: "I really envy you."

"It's so good to be my brother's woman."

God knows how much pain he has been in these past few days.

Yu Tingwan: ...

I could tell from his voice that he genuinely envied me.

Yu Tingwan remained silent: "Then..."

"Would you like me to do it?"

Wei Zhao:......

Ning Suchan: ?
The Lady of Ningguo gave Ning Yunling a sharp slap on the back of the head.

"You shameless bastard, have you no shame at all?"

Ning Yunling winced in pain.

Since they were in front of the palace gates, the group dared not make a sound.

There were many people coming and going, and carriages stopped one after another.

The road to the East Palace was packed with people.

No one dared to exchange pleasantries; they simply bowed in this direction and then glanced at Yu Tingwan with scrutinizing eyes.

The title of "General's Wife of the Duke of Shunguo's Mansion" alone is enough to make people envious.

Now that she is the daughter of the Grand Tutor, who in the capital would dare to offend her?

Yu Tingwan looked up after noticing the gaze.

After being caught, those people either hurriedly looked away or gave her a friendly smile.

Yu Tingwan didn't take it seriously.

After arriving at the Eastern Palace, one must first go to the mourning hall to offer incense.

The queue was incredibly long.

The monks struck the wooden fish, and the eunuchs recited the prince's life and achievements, repeating it loudly over and over again.

Ning Yunling suddenly leaned over and whispered something.

"From the moment we entered the Eastern Palace until now, we've already heard it recited four times before we even entered the hall. It even includes trivial matters like interrogating suspects. And this is supposed to be the Crown Prince? How dare he show off like this?"

“It’s not good that he was alive. Now that he’s dead, I still feel ashamed for him.”

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

You really don't learn your lesson!
For some reason, Yu Tingwan felt gratified.

This guy actually knows to keep his voice down!

Yu Tingwan: "It's alright. It's been quite a journey."

They were still in line, and moving forward was slow.

She stated frankly, "I think the Crown Prince is very capable."

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to hold the position of Crown Prince for so many years despite his frail health.

The difference between sitting and sitting still may seem small, but the difference is huge.

"That wasn't an ordinary suspect either. Didn't we all say that the Ministry of Justice was helpless at the time?"

Ning Yunling disagreed.

"That's just because my brother isn't here."

"That's when he really shines!"

Ning Yunling raised an eyebrow, looking quite pleased with herself.

"Sister-in-law, you just haven't seen my brother's funeral procession!"

"His achievements are so numerous, there's no end to them!"

Ning Yunling: "At the time, I didn't know that the coffin was fake, but I was also extremely proud at the same time!"

Yu Tingwan: ...

"I have indeed never seen it."

Yu Tingwan felt that this guy talked too much.

She was gentle and kind, without Wei Zhao even needing to stop her.

"Yunling."

Ning Yunling: "?"

Yu Tingwan: "It's not that I'm cursing you, sister-in-law. But do you think if it were your turn, how many times could the servants below repeat themselves?"

Ning Yunling: ?
Yu Tingwan: "I'm afraid we won't even need to arrange for servants."

"Because you don't have it at all."

Ning Yunling: ? ? ?

Yu Tingwan: "I can't ask your brother to lend you a few things in an emergency."

Ning Yunling: ? ? ?

Wei Zhao sat in his wheelchair, seemingly weak, and said listlessly, "I won't lend it to you."

Yu Tingwan said, "It's not that your brother is stingy, it's just that even if he borrows from others, they won't believe him."

Ning Yunling remained silent.

Stop talking. Stop talking.

He understood even if you only said the four words "bringing shame upon yourself".

He was injured, bleeding profusely.