The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 410 Unlocking New Postures

But who doesn't like a good student!

From then on, Gu Fuju kept him by his side and personally taught him.

Many years later, Gu Fuju continued to look at him, who had now become his son-in-law, his eyes filled with an unfathomable darkness.

As a father, he paid close attention to Yu Tingwan's affairs.

But as long as the girl didn't go out, he couldn't find out anything. The Wei family was an impenetrable net, and Wei Zhao had long since built the safest nest for them.

Yet he managed to find out about Wei Zhao's frequent private activities. It wasn't that Gu Fu Ju intentionally inquired; he simply found out inexplicably.

It can be said that Wei Zhao had no intention of hiding anything from him.

The Fifth Prince's advisor wasn't surnamed Jia, but Ying. Just that alone makes his intentions quite clear.

Coincidentally, Gu Fujiu also harbored resentment towards the emperor because of Yu Tingwan's affair.

Of course, it wasn't entirely for Yu Tingwan.

Over the years, Emperor Yingqian has also been very dissatisfied with him. If he and Jiashan had not been without a son, he would probably have become the second Wei Fengxingli.

Gu Fujiu: "I have extensive connections in the capital, and I've been laying the groundwork for this for many years. I also have many capable subordinates. Is there anything I can do for you..."

Not finished yet.

Wei Zhao: "Yes."

He spent most of his time on the border, and in the capital, he was indeed no match for Gu Fuju.

Wei Zhaoru bent down and pulled out a booklet from a hidden compartment in the carriage.

"I need these people."

Gu Fuju: ...

You're really not being polite.

Wei Zhao said softly, "I've been waiting for you to speak, Master."

Gu Fuju flipped through the book and read ten lines at a glance; they were all his capable subordinates.

Oh, there are a few others who aren't, but they are clearly pedantic civil officials who need to be won over.

Gu Fuju: ...

He lost his composure and didn't let Wei Zhao bring it up first.

He almost laughed in anger.

Wei Zhao then slowly said, "Recently, the Taoist priests at the foot of Changdu Temple Mountain have become quite skilled in divination and fortune telling, and they also know how to read feng shui. Lord Yuan of the Office of Transmission is a big believer in these things. Even when he catches a cold, he asks the Imperial Observatory to come and check if his family's fortune has been affected. Why don't you help him make the connection?"

Gu Fuju: ...

Lord Yuan is not one of his men.

But Lord Yuan's elder brother was his man.

Lord Yuan's wife also had a very close relationship with Madam Yang from the Minister's residence.

He wouldn't believe there was no connection between them.

But Gu Fuju didn't ask, he just looked at Wei Zhao coldly: "You seem to know a lot about my affairs."

Wei Zhao: "You know about my affairs, don't you, Master?"

No, Gu Fuju didn't want to know.

In the past, he would have thought Gui Zhi was very clever, but now... ha.

"Yuan Chu had a quarrel with the Imperial Observatory a while ago. Well, it's good that the Imperial Observatory needs some fresh blood."

Wei Zhao:......

I asked you to make an introduction, and you just want the head of the Imperial Observatory to step down and give way to a more capable person, right?

However, this was exactly what Wei Zhao wanted.

Gu Fuju was about to get off the carriage, but before he could lift the curtain, he asked a question.

"Your health will improve, right?"

Wei Zhao: "Yes."

"Thank you for your concern, Master."

Who cares about you? He just doesn't want Yao Yao to really become a widow!
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After Yu Tingwan returned to the manor, she followed behind Ning Suchan.

Ning Suchan's flower arrangement.

She volunteered: "I'll do it!"

Then it looked really bad when it was inserted.

Ning Suqian frowned deeply, about to reprimand him, but when she turned her head and saw Yu Tingwan looking at her hands in disbelief, and then at the flowers in the vase.

Well, the Yu family has also suffered a blow.

Ning Suchan: ...

"actually……"

Even she had to think for a long time before she could find words to praise him against her will.

"It's quite unique, and there will always be people who appreciate it."

Ning Suchan played the zither, and Yu Tingwan sat beside her, listening to her finish playing, and clapping enthusiastically.

"it is good!"

Ning Suchan: ...

Ning Suqian went to copy Buddhist scriptures, and Yu Tingwan ground the ink for her. Upon hearing this, Ning Suqian put down her brush, her expression grave: "What's wrong?"

"If you need anything from me, just say so."

This unusual behavior is quite frightening.

“You’re not one of those daughters-in-law who kneel before their mothers-in-law and serve them humbly.”

Yu Tingwan held the ink stick in her hand, remaining still in one position, and quietly watched Ning Suchan.

He uttered a sentence slowly.

"How hurtful. I've been so considerate this time, why doesn't my mother-in-law appreciate it?"

Ning Suchan: ...I am already flattered.

You know, back when she was arranging flowers, Yu Tingwan would sneak away to sleep.

She played the piano, and Yu Ting slept even more soundly that night.

Yu Tingwan asked softly, "Does your mother-in-law like a daughter-in-law who helps serve food at meals, practically feeds you, and serves you tea and water?"

"That's what the servants do. Why are you taking over their work instead of being a proper young mistress?"

Listen to these words, and then think about what Ning Suchan said today in the teahouse, exuding an aura that seemed to reach eight feet high.

Yu Tingwan's feelings.

No wonder she was groomed to be an empress.

She prides herself on having a strong presence, but today, in front of Jiashan and Ning Suchan, she's really nothing.

No wonder...

Everything in her past life's dreams pointed to her drowning. But Yu Tingwan didn't believe she was the type to commit suicide.

She considered killing him and dumping the body into the river, but she had dreamt of the pain of choking on water and struggling.

No matter what, someone wants to kill her.

That's true. Putting everything else aside, she deserves to die just because of her status.

How could the Gu family's own daughter be with Wei Zhao from the Duke of Shun's mansion?
Ning Suchan glanced at her sideways at that moment.

You can't do it, so why are you asking?

Yu Tingwan collected her thoughts: "I understand."

She rested her chin on her hand and said, "My mother-in-law likes me."

Ning Suchan's hand trembled: "The Yu family!"

Yu Tingwan carried the ugly potted plant and walked out, complaining as she went: "They thought something had happened to me, so they rushed out the door in a panic. They only did it because they care about me. But they got angry when I pointed it out."

After leaving the main courtyard, she returned to her own. It was time for her to take a nap.

She thought of something.

Without stopping, he turned his head to look at Tanjiang.

"How are things going between you and Rong Di? If you're going to get engaged, why don't you consult Bao Pu to have your birth dates and auspicious dates chosen? I'll arrange a dowry for you."

Tan Jiang said listlessly, "But he hasn't hit me lately."

Yu Tingwan was very pleased: "He has learned to cherish and respect women."

"But this is not what I want."

Yu Tingwan was taken aback: ...

You really...

She hesitated, then stopped herself, and finally said something that was hard to explain.

At last……

"Go to the Imperial Household Department and tell Shen Zhiyi that if she wants to go to the palace to see her aunt, I will also..."

Yu Tingwan: "If it is not offensive, I will also go and pay my respects."

"Yes."

After she got back to her room, she was taking off her outer garment when someone pushed the door open and entered.

Yu Tingwan thought it was Tan Jiang, but when she turned around, it was Wei Zhao.

She continued to undress.

Wei Zhao saw that she was holding a waist belt in her hand, her hair was loose, and she was only wearing a thin undergarment. He raised an eyebrow.

"Is this...an invitation?"

Yu Tingwan didn't react for a moment and was stunned: "Huh?"

Wei Zhao stepped closer and placed his palm on her waist, their shadows overlapping.

"Although I was worried that you would get tired during the few days I taught you how to swim, and I was also concerned that Grandma Ma lived next door and the soundproofing wasn't good, I kept quiet and didn't do anything."

"I really do want to."

He lowered his eyes: "But why do you look more anxious than I am?"

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

Yu Tingwan slapped his hand away.

She was about to ask him to take a look at the ugly flower on the table and give it his opinion, hoping that Wei Zhao was someone who could appreciate beauty.

Wei Zhao narrowed his eyes, his tone uncertain: "Do I have to do it while lying on the table?"

Yu Tingwan?
What, did I unlock a new position for you?