The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Will Chapter 332 hurt you?

"The Duke was overjoyed and sent this old servant back to report that everything was alright. He even specially brought the snacks that Your Highness loved to eat while she was still in her boudoir."

As she spoke, the old woman gently opened the lid of the food box.

Inside was a sleeping baby boy who had been given medicine.

He spoke and acted with utmost discretion, yet conveyed the message he needed to convey.

all the best.

The Empress smiled from the bottom of her heart.

Without even glancing at his own granddaughter, he picked up the infant from the food box.

"Why aren't you sending her away yet?"

Her eyes were deep and dark, filled with murderous intent.

"This matter must not be leaked in the slightest. But sometimes it's only the dead who are hard to pry open."

"I am truly uneasy."

She said calmly, "We'll find a way to take care of the people who were taking care of me in the delivery room and those who were helping out downstairs."

This is an attempt to silence witnesses and eliminate future troubles.

Empress: "Quickly send someone to inform the Emperor of the good news."

"Yes."

The emperor was overjoyed upon hearing the news. He intended to bestow a name upon the child, but then he considered that the child had just been born and he feared that he might not be able to suppress the good fortune, so he gave up the idea.

The Empress was even more determined not to let anything happen to the child. She knew all too well the intrigues and schemes within the palace!

She even suspected that the Crown Prince's congenital weakness was also due to someone's treachery. However, she couldn't find any evidence. So, in a show of protectiveness, she suggested that since the Crown Prince's father was about to die, the grandson's one-month celebration should not be a grand affair.

Upon hearing the news, the lame Second Prince Yingzhi's face darkened.

The Fifth Prince Ying Yin was not surprised, but he could not find any fault with it, so he sent the Fifth Prince's wife to the Eastern Palace to deliver the good news.

Many mansions mobilized, preparing gifts and sending congratulatory messages, all heading towards the palace.

Soon, the news of the Crown Princess giving birth spread throughout the entire capital city.

Six more days passed.

The soldiers guarding the city gate were checking the travel permits one by one when suddenly a commotion broke out in the crowd.

A colossal creature, baring its fangs and brandishing its head arrogantly, approached this way.

Fu Meng only arrived now.

Many people wanted to enter the city, forming long queues. Completely oblivious, it swaggered forward.

Unlike the people of other cities who were terrified upon seeing it.

It's very famous here.

"White Tiger! This must be the white tiger that General Wei keeps. Wow, it's just as majestic as others have said!"

“I have seen it before. Last time I thought it was strange, and I knew it wouldn’t eat people for no reason, so I bravely went closer to take a look. But it slapped me away. I couldn’t get out of bed for three months. Now when I see it, I get scared.”

"This tiger on the border can kill an enemy soldier with a single slap, and tear a corpse to shreds with its claws. There are also many who have been trampled into mincemeat by it and made into meatballs by the cooks. It must have held back against you, otherwise you would have been in serious trouble."

Fu Meng charged forward with great fanfare, and Rong Di couldn't stop him.

But Fu Meng always followed the rules. It rushed to the front of the line, didn't even look around, and pushed the people there aside with its body.

Jump in line.

Ok.

This is it! It's its turn!

Who dares to object?

Fu Meng, very obediently, led the biting path towards the guards.

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This room.

Wei Zhao leaned against the window, scratching the cloud spear.

Yu Tingwan walked over and said softly, "You've polished the blade until it's gleaming, its cold light is chilling. Are you preparing to send someone to meet the King of Hell, my husband?"

Wei Zhao opened his eyes: "Who do you want to die?"

This question was asked.

Yu Tingwan: "It's as if you can do anything I ask. What a big mouth you have."

Wei Zhao:......

He killed those who couldn't easily escape; there were only a handful in the entire capital. Even if he couldn't eliminate them now, he would eventually do so.

"Yu Tingwan".

"Ah."

Wei Zhao stood ramrod straight and put down the Cloud-Piercing Spear: "The person beside you is quite capable, and always keeps their word. When has she ever broken a promise to you?"

"Seeing is believing. If you're not afraid of blood, I'll kill someone tomorrow and let you see it for yourself."

No, Yu Tingwan can't bear to see that scene.

But... "I know your capabilities to some extent."

Yu Tingwan said gently, "But you've done everything you said seriously, but it's hard to say about the things you did unseriously."

Why do we have to distinguish between serious and improper?

Wei Zhao frowned, not quite understanding.

Yu Tingwan kindly told him, "You said you were almost done on the bed, but a few times it was shorter than expected?"

She said no, and Wei Zhao agreed, but did she actually stop a few times?
Yu Tingwan poked his collar with her fingertip, then looked up and said in a low voice, "You've pulled up your pants and gotten out of bed, you've certainly learned how to behave."

Wei Zhao raised an eyebrow.

No rebuttal.

This is a true story.

He didn't think he was a scoundrel.

Wei Zhao pulled the person into his arms, grasped the restless fingertips, and pressed them to his heart.

"Leaving aside everything else, there's one thing I've said before, how could you forget?"

Yu Tingwan: "What is it?"

Wei Zhao didn't respond; instead, he picked her up and placed her on the table. He then handed her a small box that was placed nearby.

"Open it and take a look."

Yu Tingwan was suspicious.

I took the key, inserted it into the lock cylinder, and turned it gently until I heard a click.

The box was small, containing a tiny jade bottle, a purse, and a few dried slices.

She first opened the purse; it smelled of Chinese medicine, not exactly unpleasant.

"This is?"

Wei Zhao: "It's for contraception, hung above the bed. I specially prepared it after consulting many medical books and ancient texts. There's one ingredient in it that's hard to find, so I've only just managed to make it."

"Even if there are elixirs that won't harm the body, they'll still taste bitter. Why suffer like that?"

Yu Tingwan understood.

But she was still puzzled.

She whispered, "You don't always..."

Little did she know, Wei Zhao was careful every time they had intercourse. Yu Tingwan's menstrual cycle was regular, so she could avoid the days when she was most fertile.

He said, "Even if everything is done outside, it's impossible to completely prevent any leakage."

Even in critical moments, he can make mistakes.

Yu Tingwan may be thick-skinned, but when Wei Zhao openly discussed such matters with her, especially with vivid imagery, she felt somewhat uncomfortable.

She tilted her head slightly to avoid Wei Zhao's gaze, put down the herbal medicine packet, and changed the subject to picking up the dry, thin slices next to her.

It doesn't look like food.

She brought it close to her nose and smelled it, but there was no smell.

He didn't even wait for her to ask.

Wei Zhao said calmly, "It's sheep intestines."

"It has been cleaned, the grease has been scraped off, it has been washed and dried, one end has been sewn shut with silk thread, and the other end has been elasticated to prevent it from falling off during use."

He spoke very cryptically, but Yu Tingwan suddenly guessed its purpose.

It was placed there for him.

The sheep intestines became too hot to handle.

Wei Zhao didn't find it difficult to talk about matters between husband and wife: "I've said that if you can make decisions on big and small matters at home, I'll listen to you. But behind closed doors, in bed, you have to listen to me."

Wei Zhao took the thin slices of sheep intestine.

"This item needs to be soaked in hot milk or hot water overnight until it softens. It is complicated to make and also inconvenient to use."

If not all the medicinal herbs are available, Wei Zhao will use them.

Yu Tingwan asked curiously, her deer-like eyes clear and bright, "What's wrong? Will it hurt you?"

Wei Zhao:......

It is thin, but there is a layer between them.

The feel is completely different.

With soft, fragrant flesh in his arms, the girl was perfectly proportioned, her body supple and graceful. As they spoke these intimate words, other thoughts inevitably arose in his mind; his eyes deepened, concealing a hidden undercurrent.

"Yu Tingwan".

"Ok?"

He grasped Yu Tingwan's slender ankle and pushed up the layers of her skirt.

The large hand was like a branding iron, burning not only the thigh but also the very tip of the heart.

He said in a hoarse voice.

"I haven't done it inside you yet."