The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 382 is stamped.
Yu Tingwan really didn't know.

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Wei Zhao said in a light tone, "Inside is a map that I drew myself."

He knew where the Great Jin Dynasty was most easily attacked.

Wei Zhao: "Without the Wei family army, what do you think he can do?"

"There was also a letter, a map that looked like it belonged to an enemy country, and the military tally of the Wei family army, which were sent to Xiao Huaiyan."

"By the way, I also have people in the enemy's military camp, and they hold pretty high positions. Beset by internal and external troubles, the dog emperor is in a terrible predicament. Xiao Huaiyan always manages to reap the benefits."

Wei Zhao: "This land was protected by the Wei family, and it should be taken back by the Wei family."

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ? ?
You're so scary.

Even though they're about to die, they still have so many tricks up their sleeves!

Clearly, the heavy burden that had been weighing on Wei Zhao was suddenly lifted, and he felt completely relieved, both physically and mentally. He accepted the punishment willingly.

The man was in a good mood and intentionally wanted to tease her.

"how?"

He raised his eyes, composed and unhurried, and raised an eyebrow: "Seeing me kneel as punishment, does Madam intend to share my joys and sorrows?"

"How could..."

Wei Zhao: "A virtuous wife."

Yu Tingwan swallowed the word "can".

She abruptly changed the subject, putting down the food box she was holding.

"My husband, are you hungry?"

Wei Zhao: What do you think?

He glanced at the food box; it was familiar.

When he was young, he was punished by being forced to kneel in the ancestral hall, and it was always given to him by Granny Ru.

Ning Suchan used to be strict with him, so he never dared to think too much about it.

Ning Suchan managed this huge backyard, and servants brought her food. Did Ning Suchan really not know about it even once?

It's likely that they tacitly approved it.

Wei Zhao had gentle features.

Before leaving the ancestral hall, my mother said that although the name Guizhi was given by that person, Zhao was given by my father.

Yu Tingwan opened the food box and took out the noodles cooked in old chicken soup. The noodles were rolled out by the cook and were very chewy. They were topped with shredded chicken and various side dishes and were steaming hot. "Ri Zhaozhao is upright and honest. My husband is my father and grandfather, and I have been looking forward to his coming into this world."

Wei Zhao was indeed hungry, and fearing she might burn herself, he took out the bowl: "But I called out to my mother."

“Tell her that my father calls me Guizhi more often.”

His eyes held a glimmer of light.

"It is clear that the father also liked the character '小' (xiǎo, meaning 'small' or 'lower'

"Returning to him. For the father, wasn't the mother a blessing from heaven, who willingly returned to him?"

Ning Suqian only knew that Wei Fengxing was good to her because she was his wife. Little did she know that the premise was "she," and "wife" came later.

Yu Tingwan couldn't resist asking gossip: "What was your mother's reaction?"

Wei Zhao: "He turned his back to me and left in a hurry."

However, being hasty proves that one's heart is not at peace.

He didn't rush to eat the noodles.

"I've been thinking about what led to this situation."

Yu Tingwan heard him say that.

“My mother and I never have heart-to-heart talks, especially after my father passed away, she became even more taciturn. She kept some things from me for my own good. The reason my father didn’t want me to investigate before he died was simply because I didn’t have the means to support myself at that time.”

“My father and uncle followed the Wei family’s family motto of loyalty to the emperor and serving the country from a young age.”

That's ingrained in their very bones.

“My uncle has guts, but not enough. The late emperor married the girl he admired, which was the first time the royal family openly tested the Wei family. But my uncle will not rebel for love.”

"His departure was too sudden. My father was a learned and talented scholar, a world-renowned Confucian, but he was not good at military strategy, which led to him being completely suppressed by that person in the palace."

"The last thing he could do was protect me and leave the last bloodline of the Wei family. He didn't tell me, but that was his last hope for me: to live well and one day be able to support the Wei family like my uncle."

“My mother knew I had doubts about my father’s death, and she knew I would be wary of the royal family. I have indeed done a good job over the years.”

He made Emperor Yingqian both wary and suspicious of him. Yet, he always had a backup plan during border battles, giving the enemy a chance to launch a counterattack. As a result, the court could not function without Wei's army.

Ning Suchan knew Emperor Yingqian's character all too well.

So she was anxious from the moment she became pregnant.

This unease reached its peak after General Jingyuan's incident.

Emperor Yingqian already hated Wei Fengxing.

If Wei Zhao hadn't been born a man, and if the Wei family had no heir, perhaps the situation would have been different.

After all, Emperor Yingqian cared a great deal about his reputation for benevolence.

"But Mother was bound by too many worldly customs and etiquette. She could not give birth to a child. In fact, there was another risky path that the Duke of Shunguo's family could take, one that could defy the entire dynasty and go against the grain."

“The Ying family has become more ambitious with each generation, and the Wei family has long been a thorn in their side.”

Otherwise, there wouldn't be such a large-scale game.

Running away is useless. "Enduring humiliation and hardship will only make you a fish on the chopping block. Sitting and waiting for death will only make you subject to others. My father and uncle were like this, and so am I. Our descendants will have to depend on others and live even more perilously."

Wei Zhao's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, yet it echoed in the ancestral hall.

"Those who remain under the control of the imperial court will never have a chance to rise again."

So whether it's for revenge or for the sake of the Wei family.

If it involves a family member, then he must be eliminated!
He reached out his hand to Yu Tingwan in the morning.

"Come."

"Offer incense to my father and all the elders."

Wei Zhao: "Let them see you too."

The ancestral hall enshrines many memorial tablets of the Wei family ancestors.

The ranking is extremely particular. It includes the name, birth date, and death date.

The progenitor resides in the center, with Zhao on the left and Mu on the right. The eldest son is Zhao, the youngest is Mu; the legitimate son is Zhao, the concubine's son is Mu. The father is Zhao, the son is Mu.

The sacrificial rites have a system of order and hierarchy, which is used to distinguish the order of father and son, distant and near, elder and younger, and close and distant relatives, so as not to cause confusion.

Yu Tingwan offered incense as Wei Zhao introduced her to each person.

Finally, he knelt down beside Wei Zhao, in front of Wei Fengxing's memorial tablet.

Unlike the previous kneeling and bowing, this time she put her hands together, held the incense, closed her eyes, and placed her hands on her forehead.

"If my father-in-law can hear this from above, I, your daughter-in-law Yu, hope that you can protect my husband's future endeavors, so that he may be free from disasters and hardships, and be protected from wind and rain."

Wei Zhao: "It won't work if you say it out loud."

Yu Tingwan bowed three times before getting up and placing the mountain on the incense table.

"Who said that?"

She had her own twisted logic: "Those who go to Buddhist temples to pray do so silently in their hearts. But I haven't seen many of their wishes actually come true. It's clear that you have to speak them out for the gods to hear them."

A thick family genealogy was placed on the incense table in front.

Wei Zhao knelt upright yet relaxed as he ate his noodles.

Yu Tingwan casually asked, "Is it good?"

Wei Zhao: "Heh."

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

Why is there this strange, gloomy atmosphere out of nowhere!

Wei Zhao said slowly, "If I were you, I wouldn't even have the face to ask."

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

Wei Zhao: "He came back from sneaking a bite outside."

Yu Tingwan: ?

Wei Zhao: "I can smell the roast chicken from Zuizhailou."

Yu Tingwan did indeed have a few drops of oil splashed on her.

Dog nose!

Wei Zhao finished his noodles and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief. He gestured for Yu Tingwan to look at the thick family genealogy and the writing implements on the incense table.

Yu Tingwan fetched it for him.

Wei Zhao: "Open it, turn to the last page."

Yu Tingwan was baffled, but did as she was told.

Wei Zhao: "What did you see?"

What else could it be?

The last few lines contain the names of Wei Fengxing and Ning Suchan, which are very close together, and Wei Fengyuan is listed alongside them.

This is General Jingyuan's uncle.

Wei Zhao looked over there, slightly stunned.

He was silent for a moment before looking away.

Below Ning Suchan and Wei Fengxing's names is a small character.

child.

Then came Wei Zhao.

Wei Zhao ground the ink, using a wolf-hair brush to collect some ink.

Next to his own name, he devoutly wrote down Yu Tingwan's name.

We should have done this a long time ago, but we didn't dare before.

He looked up at the girl who was leaning closer, her lips curved into a smile, her eyes bright.

Then he solemnly left a small note.

--wife.

"Yu Tingwan".

"Ok?"

You have to be good to me.

Yu Tingwan: ?
He chuckled softly: "It's been approved in front of the elders."