The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 388 He had no choice but to submit to me.
This is terrible.

The entire capital was abuzz with discussion.

In a feudal society where ideology was poisoned by tea, anyone would find this situation unbearable.

Moreover, she was a well-educated lady from a respectable family who was literate, knowledgeable, and had read the "Precepts for Women".

The old woman suddenly looked up: "Our young lady just said..."

What did you say?
Please do your best to save yourself from this predicament.

The old woman's throat tightened: "How did you figure that out, young lady?"

Jiashan didn't say anything more.

She closed her eyes, but the image of Yu Tingwan looking at Madam Cao's expression just now lingered in her mind.

Jia Shan's tightly clenched fingers turned white.

There was no pity in Yu Tingwan's eyes.

There was no anxiety or haste in telling Madam Cao not to have any intention of dying.

But...

The look in one's eyes that is reserved for those who are like oneself.

Calm and composed, as if looking at my former self.

Because she knew what to say to hit the mark and accurately pull someone on the verge of collapse away from the precipice.

Jia Shan's back hunched slightly, and a faint smile managed to tug at the corner of his mouth, so faint it could vanish at any moment.

I wonder if anyone helped Yao Yao back then.

There probably isn't any.

She walked down on her own.

But the more she is like this, the more easily a small thing can break her tight rein.

She would stand on high places again and again, facing the wind, slowly torturing herself, her body swaying and undulating with the wind.

But she cannot die.

So she saved herself time and time again.

With each experience, one's character grows stronger and more unbreakable.

Thinking of this, immense sorrow seemed to overwhelm Jiashan.

The carriage fell silent for a moment, and the old woman felt uneasy.

"Oh dear, is Madam Cao perhaps planning to commit suicide after the villains have been punished?"

"Then... shall this old servant make a trip to the Shu family?"

After all, it's a human life at stake; the Shu family should keep a close eye on Madam Cao.

"No need."

Jiashan: "She won't commit suicide."

The old woman muttered to herself.

Why is Madam so certain? She's not like she can read minds like Madam Cao.

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After returning to the private room, Yu Tingwan sat down again, her posture languid.

Shen Zhiyi was deeply moved.

She was about to praise Yu Tingwan.

next moment.

Yu Tingwan opened her mouth.

"I really envy Wei Zhao."

Shen Zhiyi: ?
Yu Tingwan exclaimed from the bottom of her heart, "I've married such a wonderful wife."

Shen Zhiyi: ...

But I have to admit it.

She used to admire Yu Tingwan, but today she is completely convinced.

Shen Zhiyi: "Now I understand why Wei Zhao didn't take a liking to any of the many girls who wanted to enter the Duke of Shun's mansion back then."

Shen Zhiyi asked curiously, "Wasn't he the one who pursued you back then?"

"If such a man has a woman he likes, he probably won't need anyone to urge him. He'll be so afraid that someone else will beat him to it that he'll rush to marry her."

Yu Tingwan replied lightly, "No."

She curled her lips upwards slightly.

"It was my hard work in promoting and forcing the sale."

Yu Tingwan: "He had no choice but to give in to me."

She enunciated the words "no other choice" clearly, emphasizing them in her tone.

This only further highlights her abilities.

Shen Zhiyi: ? ? ?

What the hell.

She was terrified.

So Wei Zhao likes this kind of thing?
"This……"

She admired him.

"Then you have good eyesight; you must have been able to tell at a glance that he was no ordinary person."

Yu Tingwan: ...

Nor is it.

After all, her aesthetic sense was lacking back then.

She just wanted to coast through life. Everything was settled; her husband died, and she became a widow.

Yu Tingwan raised her hand to pick up the snacks again.

Two crisp, short knocks came from the door.

Yu Tingwan: "Go in."

The door to the private room was pushed open, and the teahouse owner entered with a smile, carrying a tray with a plate of delicate pastries, a small dish of snacks and fruits, and freshly brewed tea.

Yu Tingwan frowned.

She didn't order.

The innkeeper put down the pastries and said respectfully, "I was blind to your greatness before, not knowing that you were the General's wife, which is why I had to have the waiter serve you. Your presence here today makes the teahouse even more honored. I admire the General the most for protecting our country, so I brought some food over. I hope you will do me the honor of accepting it."

This statement was so airtight that it aroused no suspicion.

Yu Tingwan nodded, there was no need to keep refusing the shopkeeper's offer over a little food.

However, we're all hard-working people, so we can't just take it for free; we can just pay you back later.

Seeing that she was willing to accept it, the shopkeeper's smile deepened, and he quickly and respectfully withdrew.

Each pastry on the plate is small, making it easy to eat one at a time.

The presentation wasn't particularly refined compared to what I had at the teahouse, but it was rich in milk flavor.

Yu Tingwan was actually already full.

But she sniffed and leaned closer.

It smells good.

She picked up a piece and put it in her mouth.

The outer layer is golden and crispy, while the inside is soft and fluffy.

The girl's eyes lit up.

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execution ground.

Beheading someone is actually quite quick.

Before the prisoner could even scream or beg for mercy, a single stab would send their head tumbling to the ground, blood splattering everywhere as they died.

However, the Zhou family had too many members, and in a short time, the ground was covered with heads, as well as headless corpses convulsing.

The smell of blood was pungent and nauseating.

Civil officials are all pens; they've never seen anything like this before.

His face was pale.

My legs are weak.

Vomiting.

On the other hand, the situation is not so bad for the military generals.

But how many of these military generals actually saw battle?
He had indeed taken lives. But seeing so many corpses at once, some of them couldn't bear to look directly at them.

Wei Zhao was different.

But he had a deathly pale face that looked like he was about to kick the bucket.

Gu Fuju was uncomfortable, but he was very good at hiding his emotions, and his face was cold and sullen.

The voice of the Loyal and Brave Marquis was always in my ear.

"Gui Zhi, are you alright?"

Wei Zhao: "Not good."

He said he was really weak.

Wei Zhao: "I'm actually not very brave."

Xiao Huaiyan: ...

Marquis Zhongyong agreed: "Yes, when you were young, you wouldn't even step on an ant on the ground. But there was no other way; you eventually had to join the army."

"But you're promising. I knew back then that you could do anything well!"

Xiao Huaiyan: ...

One dares to say it, and the other dares to believe it.

Xiao Huaiyan couldn't bear the scene and was about to cover his face with his fan to avoid looking.

But I was also afraid that the fan would get splattered with blood.

Xiao Huaiyan also felt unwell: "Ugh, I won't dare to eat meat for three months."

Does the Marquis of Loyalty and Valor feel sorry for him?

Distressed.

But in full view of everyone, with so many people around.

Who knows who might be Emperor Yingqian's spy?

Moreover, several princes were also present.

He cursed, "Useless thing! Endure it! The Emperor sent you here to temper your mind, it's for your own good!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the Duke of Zhou's bloody head rolled to Wei Zhao's feet.

His eyes were wide open, as if he had died with his eyes still open.

Xiao Huaiyan was disgusted and jumped up to move aside.

Wei Zhao lowered his head and slowly kicked out.

He didn't exert much effort, since he couldn't show off his strength in front of others right now.

Its head traced a shallow, graceful arc in the air before rolling and rolling on the ground.

Xiao Huaiyan paused for a moment: "You..."

Wei Zhao said listlessly, "Cuju (ancient Chinese football)."