The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 317 I was young and ignorant
After a stick of incense.

Yu Tingwan personally escorted the Zhou family out of the Duke of Shun's mansion.

She very kindly took the arm of Mrs. Zhou, whose face bore a faint handprint, and whose eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets with hatred.

Yu Tingwan feigned panic and said as she walked, "Madam, you're really too honest. How come you slapped yourself as soon as you came to my residence?"

"I was so scared that I couldn't speak properly. I couldn't stop him."

She did not allow Madam Zhou to do it.

She was just threatening.

As for blocking.

She only stopped it after there was a loud slap.

Mrs. Zhou: ...

That damn bitch!!!

If Yu Tingwan hadn't said those words, the master wouldn't have hesitated to give her a hard time. How could she have done that?!

Yu Tingwan imitated Zhou Yurou's delicate and timid white lotus posture.

"I'm young, inexperienced, and lack manners. But I was overjoyed when Madam and Lord Zhou came with gifts, and I didn't hold a grudge against what happened before. What's this talk of forgiveness or not?"

Yu Tingwan: "Madam, you mustn't hurt yourself next time. It's too much of a burden for this junior."

After saying that, she seemed scared and patted her chest.

"If my mother-in-law and husband find out, they'll think I don't know how to treat guests."

"I don't know many people, but I feel a connection with Madam Zhou and Miss Zhou. We should keep in touch more often in the future."

"Lord Zhou, don't you agree?"

The Minister of Works looked at the girl, who was about the same age as Zhou Yurou, without daring to scrutinize her.

"Yes."

He said gently, "Madam General, please stop here. We're going back."

Yu Tingwan slowly released her hand: "If my husband weren't unwell and unable to receive guests, he would definitely want to see you, Minister."

"But with the Crown Prince recently deceased, it is not appropriate to keep you all for a meal."

"Please take care, gentlemen."

After the Minister of Works helped his wife and daughter into the carriage, he followed them inside.

His face immediately darkened.

As the wheels began to turn, Zhou Yurou lifted a corner of the curtain. She could see Yu Tingwan still standing at the door seeing her off.

Yu Tingwan must have seen her too, for she smiled and waved her handkerchief at her.

Once the carriage had driven far away and was out of sight, she stepped inside.

Inside the carriage, Madam Zhou was trembling all over.

"Master! This vile woman has absolutely no respect for you!"

And yet they act innocent after getting the benefit!
The Minister of Works said coldly, "Her status is what it is. Although she is a junior, her father and husband can remove me from my position with a flick of their wrist. Why do you think she would take me seriously?"

Madam Zhou did not believe it.

"How could that be! No matter what you do..."

The Minister of Works said, "How many officials in the capital are clean? As long as they don't go too far, the higher-ups will just turn a blind eye. Do you think I'm clean?"

"If you're tired of your good life and don't want to be the Minister's wife anymore, you're welcome to make a scene."

"I don't even need to lift a finger, my father-in-law will take care of you for me!"

Mrs. Zhou, who considered herself clever, dared not utter another word.

Is the Minister of Works angry?

I'm angry too.

Can we pinpoint Yu Tingwan's fault?

No.

Should we fuss about it?

I can't afford to argue about it.

The purpose of our visit has been achieved.

Yu Tingwan was satisfied, and the matter was over. Compared to his career advancement, the physical suffering his wife endured was insignificant.

Besides... she did it herself. Yu Tingwan just said that she didn't lay a hand on him, and that she was even terrified.

This may not be credible, but it sounds nice.

Although He Yurou looks to be around the same age, she speaks and acts with maturity and tact, leaving no room for error.

They don't look like they came from a small place at all.

not simple.

If Gu Jia were to be raised and nurtured by one's side, one might even be able to enter the palace.

Pity.

The Minister of Works thought of many things in a short time.

His eyes were sharp as he looked at Zhou Yurou, whom he had always been satisfied with, but there was a hint of disappointment in them.

"Yu Rou, you have a lot to learn."

Zhou Yurou: ? ?
“It’s also my fault,” said the Minister of Works. “I should have hired a foster mother for you back then, instead of letting you stay with your mother.”

How could he not know his own daughter?

He has some cleverness, but not much.

It has made many noble young men from prominent families think about her, but has anyone come to propose marriage?
Ning Yunling has been chasing after Zhou Yurou for so many years!

How many times has he begged his mother?

Has the Ningguo Marquis's mansion softened its stance?

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After seeing the Zhou family off, Yu Tingwan went back to the main courtyard.

Ning Suchan didn't expect her to come again.

She was busy with other things.

"I've taught her everything I needed to, including the old woman. She can practice using the abacus when she gets back."

Once you've practiced enough, come back to her for the assessment.

Yu Tingwan could not believe it.

"It's almost lunchtime."

Yu Tingwan: "Isn't my mother-in-law going to invite me to stay for dinner?"

Ning Suchan coldly refused: "I don't like having other people around."

Yu Tingwan: "Oh."

She suggested gently, "Then let your mother-in-law get used to it."

Ning Suchan: ?
Should we make her compromise?

It's hard to imagine that this is something a daughter-in-law should say.

The old woman's eyes lit up: "That's perfect! It's always so quiet and deserted here, Madam. I'll go to Lan Garden right now and see if the young master is up. We can invite him over to make it more lively."

Yu Tingwan was about to nod.

But Wei Zhao isn't home.

"and many more."

Just as Yu Tingwan was about to say something, she saw Shunzi coming over.

"Madam, the General has asked me to inquire when you will be coming for dinner."

Is this back?
Yu Tingwan knew that Wei Zhao harbored resentment towards Ning Suchan.

If this problem isn't resolved, it's like a thorn hanging over my heart. Every now and then, it pricks me, and it hurts terribly.

During her stay at the Wei family's residence, Yu Tingwan could tell that Ning Suchan cared about Wei Zhao, but as a mother, she had failed in her duties.

And what about her as a wife? Yu Tingwan didn't know.

Ning Suchan lowered her eyes: "Let's go back."

"Go back and familiarize yourself with the abacus. Come back in seven days."

Yu Tingwan bowed and then took the abacus back with her.

When she returned to Lan Garden, the servants had already served the dishes.

The table was full of her favorite foods.

Wei Zhao leaned over the desk and picked up his pen. Yu Tingwan approached and reached out her hand to him as he finished writing the last character.

Wei Zhao: "What?"

Yu Tingwan, who was used to him always bringing her things when he went out: ...

Yu Tingwan: "No?"

"When you went to the mines before, you were supposed to bring me some iron ore. When you went to the corrupt officials' secret chambers, you were supposed to bring me some gold ingots. Now you've gone to the Crown Prince's treacherous hideouts and come back empty-handed?"

Wei Zhao leaned back.

"Most of the items inside are large."

"There are also smaller items, which are poems and paintings left over from the previous dynasty."

Yu Tingwan: ...

She was indeed not interested.

Wei Zhao: "However, the last place we went to also had a lot of jewelry, which was priceless."

"Many of them were selected from the national treasury and sent there."

"But it's unlucky to use it on the dead."

Yu Tingwan: "Where...did you go?"

"The Imperial Tomb."

Burial goods.

Yu Tingwan: ?
You still won't let him go!
She didn't say anything, but Wei Zhao understood the meaning in her eyes.

Wei Zhao, his face pale and weak, asked listlessly, "How could you think of me like that?"

Wei Zhao: "He is, after all, just a crown prince."

Yu Tingwan: "Then...who are you mainly targeting?"

Wei Zhao: "The late emperor."