The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 327 Retrieving the Corpse
As dusk settled, only a few stars remained in the sky.

Lan Garden.

A peace charm hangs in front of the bed, and calming incense burns in the room.

Yu Ting didn't sleep well that night; her forehead was covered in sweat, as if she had fallen back into that nightmare.

She saw the grave again.

The surrounding area was still shrouded in mist, and only a few plates of fresh fruit and a half-burnt incense stick could be seen in front of the grave, indicating that someone had come to pay their respects not long ago.

She had this dream at least ten times.

She thought it would be another unchanging dream, but unexpectedly a bright light suddenly appeared ahead, illuminating the way from afar and opening up a new path for her to take.

Yu Tingwan hesitated for a moment in her dream, then walked forward along the path.

I don’t know how long I’ve been gone.

The light grew brighter and brighter.

She tried to touch it, but an unknown suction force suddenly enveloped and submerged her, and the scene around her changed abruptly in the next instant.

Yu Tingwan didn't have time to look, she was too unsteady on her feet, and tried to grab onto something, but she couldn't grab anything and her body moved forward uncontrollably.

Finally, we stopped in a courtyard with elegant decorations.

Voices could be heard coming from ahead.

Yu Tingwan looked up and saw Jia Shan walk into the courtyard, with Granny Meng bowing slightly behind him as she reported.

"The lady was not home at noon. The master came back briefly, but he changed out of his official robes in a hurry and looked very unwell. He didn't leave a word before preparing his horse and leaving."

The wintersweet trees planted in the corner of the yard have all bloomed, hanging on the branches, adding vibrant color to the silver-clad landscape.

Jiashan walked on the snow, her shoes making a squeaking sound as she stepped on it; she wasn't walking fast.

"Perhaps he was busy with official duties."

"As the year draws to a close, things are always busier. In addition, things haven't been peaceful in the palace lately. Not to mention that since the Crown Prince left, the Eastern Palace has been without a master, and it's common for the Master to be constantly on the go."

Meng Po hesitated.

He seemed to want to say something, but hesitated and couldn't bring himself to speak.

Jiashan sensed something was wrong and stamped his foot.

"how?"

What are you hiding from me?

"This old servant would never dare to do that."

Meng Pozi: "But... but our young master arrived half an hour ago. He specifically asked if anything had happened at home. This old servant found it strange, everything is fine at our mansion, what could have happened? Only after asking did I learn that the master had asked the Emperor for leave."

She was an old woman who served Jiashan, and she came from the He family. The young master she was referring to was He Xuran.

Jia Shan's smile faded slightly, and his expression became more scrutinizing.

"This old servant is guilty; I was cautious."

Meng Pozi looked around and saw that no one was around.

After inquiring around, it turned out to be heading in the direction of Ze County again.

Jia Shan's smile faded, replaced by a strange mix of nervousness and anticipation. Her hand, clutching the handkerchief, tightened as if it might snap at any moment.

In the past, whenever Gu Fuju left the capital, he would always inform her.

On that fixed day, even if the location wasn't mentioned, she wouldn't ask; the two understood each other without saying a word.

Meng Pozi: "In the past, he would set off in the early spring, and often couldn't make it back for the young lady's birthday. I don't know what happened this time. It's the middle of winter, the snow outside is still thick, and the end of the year is approaching. The master just left without saying a word."

Despite his leg discomfort and being a civil official who spent his days sitting at his desk, his health was not as good as that of the military officers.

Why insist on riding a horse instead of a carriage? Is the journey so far, and is it really that urgent?

Gu Fuju has always been a calm and composed person.

Could it be that she has found Qingying?
As soon as Jiashan had a guess, his thoughts started rushing up uncontrollably.

Yes, that must be it, there's no mistake.

Meng Pozi was preoccupied and did not notice anything amiss.

“Madam, the master has never taken another concubine all these years, and he has been very considerate and attentive to you, but…”

“Master goes away for a while every year, and there are always some rumors going around that he keeps a mistress. This old servant doesn’t believe it, but you should still be careful.”

No wonder Meng Po was so worried.

The truth is that the mistress was unable to give the master a son.

That's incense offerings.

In any other household, this would have caused a huge uproar long ago. She was about to say something when Jiashan grabbed her arm tightly.

Meng Pozi looked at Jia Shan with moist eyes, revealing an undeniable gleam.

"Quickly, have someone prepare a carriage!"

A carriage can never keep up with a horse.

It was almost half a month later when they arrived in Jiashan.

As soon as she entered Zexian County, Gu Fujiu's men received the news.

Uncle Yan, a trusted confidant who was standing beside Gu Fuju, was shocked and hurriedly notified his subordinates to contact Gu Fuju, and then went there himself.

"Madam, why are you here?"

The smile on Jia Shan's face was impossible to hide.

How could I not come?

Even though she hated this place, she still had to come and take Qingying back herself.

That child will be twenty after the New Year.

I wonder if she's married or not?
How have you been all these years? Do you resent her? Are you willing to see her?
Throughout the journey, Jiashan has been restless and uneasy.

Once you get here, your heart finally settles down.

She suddenly regretted it; she had come in such a hurry that she hadn't brought anything with her.

Just as Jia Shan was about to say something, he met Uncle Yan's flustered, worried, and sorrowful eyes.

Suddenly, a chill ran down her spine.

The snow fell heavily, sharp as a knife. The biting cold seemed to blow the snowflakes sideways.

This happened in a previous life.

Yu Tingwan was out of control and followed him all the way.

The scene changes.

It was a familiar graveyard again. But what was different was that the mist gradually dissipated, and the surrounding scenery came into full view of Yu Tingwan.

She saw the Grand Tutor's carriage approaching and stopped.

Before the servant could lift the carriage curtain, Jiashan stepped out with a sullen face.

Her eyes were red, but her hands trembled beneath her sleeves.

"Mistress".

Uncle Yan didn't know what to say.

After all, he had only recently come to Ze County with Gu Fuju and learned about the Gu family's shocking secret by watching him dig up the soil and build the grave.

He could only grit his teeth and say it.

"It was too late when the master arrived."

"I didn't even get to see him one last time; his body hasn't been pulled from the river yet."

He spoke with particular sorrow as he said this.

These past few days, the current has been swift and turbulent; I'm afraid it's been swept away to who knows where, and perhaps it's already been devoured by the fish in the river below.

The grave stands, but it is empty inside.

A young Taoist priest named Baopu was passing by the river and casually remarked something.

"There is a custom in Sichuan that if someone drowns and their remains are difficult to find, it is probably because they are haunted by a water ghost. So, for the first three days, you should light incense by the river and call out the name of the deceased all the way back to let them return home. They will definitely be found within a few days."

Family?
Even if the girl dies, no one will know that she is the daughter of the Gu family. Even if the guide has enough time, she probably won't recognize that it is the way home.
As for the Yu family, they were burned to the ground long ago.

Where does she have a home anymore?

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

Did she die in the water, or was she murdered and her body dumped into the river?
Thinking of this, the girl couldn't help but shudder.

Seeing that Jia Shan's face was becoming increasingly pale and unpleasant, Uncle Yan fell silent.

Jiashan couldn't believe that Qingying was dead.

Even if there is a newly erected grave ahead.

She staggered, striding towards that direction. Her expression grew increasingly cold.

The servants looked at each other in bewilderment.

Meng Pozi couldn't understand why Uncle Yan dared to say such things in front of the mistress, as if the master valued the dead person so much!