The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 412 Is My Husband Jealous?

At this point, Madam Yuan looked around and dismissed all the maids serving in the private room before lowering her voice.

"There's one more thing."

“I thought this Taoist priest was very skilled, so I recommended him to my sister-in-law.”

“My sister-in-law’s family, the Wang family, lost their daughter a month ago. You’ve met that child; she’s quite beautiful.”

Madam Yang was astonished: "The Wang family has lost a daughter?"

She had never heard of it.

But yes.

Although the Wang family was not a prominent clan, they were still quite well-known.

The loss of a daughter is a matter of reputation and chastity for a woman, so the family will not make a big fuss about it and will keep the news tightly under wraps.

Madam Yuan nodded: "We were just desperately trying anything. But guess what? We actually found them. The whole house was full of children trafficked from all over the country."

"The Imperial Astronomical Bureau cannot handle such matters."

The Yuan family and the Imperial Observatory had developed a rift, and she naturally seized every opportunity to hurl insults at them.

"I thought they were capable, but I think they're nothing but empty-handed people who collect government salaries. They're not as reliable as that Taoist priest."

Madam Yang could no longer sit still.

Having just returned to the capital, although servants were cleaning the house, some rooms had been uninhabited for a long time and lacked any human warmth.

She originally wanted Baopu to do a feng shui consultation.

But it kept getting delayed.

Later, the place became available, but the master invited the Imperial Observatory to come and take a look, and they said that the Yang family's feng shui was already excellent.

She gave up on the idea.

Is the feng shui good?
These past few days, it's like our house has been under a spell.

Madam Yang rose to take her leave.

"where are you going?"

"Please invite Master Baopu to come to my house and take a look at the feng shui."

Madam Yang: "It's just that he's so hard to invite, I don't know if it's possible..."

"That's easy. Just be humble and make sure you have enough money."

Madam Yuan: "If these sages truly didn't care about money, they would have long since retired from public life. In this respect, they are all vulgar people."

Madam Yang smiled upon hearing this.

Baopu waited patiently for the fish to take the bait.

But instead of waiting for Madam Yang, he met Yao Ru first.

Baopu did not know her.

But he knows about money.

Yao Ru didn't say anything, but threw two sums of money in front of him.

She first sent the first document: "Please help me, Taoist priest, to deliver the deceased to a better afterlife, so that they may enjoy eternal happiness in their next life."

Send a second one.

"This……"

She handed over a fortune-telling chart and said, "Could you tell me how he is doing these days?"

Bring Baopu here.

Raise an eyebrow.

acquaintance.

That guy is so stingy.

These are people who should be doing hard labor in Lingnan right now.

He vaguely guessed Yao Ru's identity.

He spoke frankly: "My body is already at its limit, and I'm afraid things won't go very well."

As soon as they left Chengyi Lane, Yao Ru's expression turned sour, and the carriage headed straight for Changdu Temple.

She was unaware that less than half an incense stick later, Ying Fuyan's bodyguards came and took the money away.

The guard also instructed, "Thank you for your hard work. Remember to perform a ritual to help the souls of the deceased find peace."

Baopu: ? ? ?
How shameless!
However, he couldn't be bothered to argue with it.

After all, Ying Fuyan had given him a map when they last met so he could choose a location to build Xuanzhen Temple on the outskirts of the capital!

Ying Fuyan even made a statement.

The money for building the temple will later be taken from Emperor Yingqian's private treasury.

Although it wasn't Ying Fuyan's money bag.

But as long as the money is there, Baopu is satisfied.

He watched the guards leave and sighed.

It's just a pity about this world.

Too many fools.

He looked up and saw the clear blue sky.

Everything in the capital seemed so peaceful, but the sea was like water about to boil, waiting for a moment to surge and then become turbulent.

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Yu Tingwan was very frustrated by the flower arranging incident.

She had secretly tried and worked hard, but the final product was truly unbearable.

Therefore, Yu Tingwan has been looking for a handicraft job these past few days. She tried origami.

Tan Jiang could fold rabbits and monkeys, but even though she followed the steps, they just didn't look like anything she'd made. Yu Tingwan, however, was exceptionally nimble when folding gold ingots meant for the dead; the ingots were perfectly round and beautiful.

These days, she has become fascinated with sculpting clay figures.

Yu Tingwan did not receive any news that Shen Zhiyi was going to enter the palace.

There was no rush, so I took some time to go out and buy some snacks.

It was a small teahouse with ordinary-looking dim sum, but the dim sum was surprisingly delicious and had a rich milky aroma.

When Yu Tingwan paid the bill, she casually said to the shopkeeper, "There aren't many people on this street, and the teahouses seem to be doing a slow business. Why don't you specialize in selling dim sum?"

The shopkeeper stiffened slightly as he took the money, his movements unnatural: "The owner hasn't given the order... so it's not something I can decide."

Yu Tingwan initially didn't take it seriously and prepared to go back.

After walking a few steps, he seemed to remember something and turned around to see the shopkeeper wiping his sweat with a sigh of relief.

Yu Tingwan narrowed her eyes.

The feeling of unease deepened.

Even if we only run a teahouse business, good wine needs no bush, and with these dim sum dishes, the teahouse should still have quite a few customers.

She went outside.

After leaving the teahouse, he instructed Tan Jiang, "Investigate."

Tan Jiang: "Yes."

Back at the Wei family home, Yu Tingwan leisurely nestled in a pure gold rocking chair, basking in the sun.

A few days ago, the Fifth Prince, Ying Yin, brought over a considerable amount of rare medicinal herbs by imperial decree. This was all because Wei Zhao had claimed poverty in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Even though Emperor Ying Qian was furious, he was adept at putting on a show.

When Ying Yin came over, he brought Ying Fuyan with him.

Ying Fuyan's eyes lit up when he saw her golden rocking chair.

Yu Tingwan still remembers him to this day, a grown man, turning to Ying Yin and asking for something.

"Master, I want that chair too."

However, as far as she knew, Ying Fuyan had only been lying on the golden rocking chair for a while when he found it too hard. Seeing that the price of gold was rising again, he turned around and sold it for money.

He was also grateful to Ying Yin and offered him a cup of tea.

Yes.

A cup of tea.

The tea was the same tea that Ying Yin had sent earlier.

Ying Yin had no objections whatsoever. Ying Fuyan used his skills as a staff member to firmly capture Ying Yin's heart!
It's fortunate that Ying Fuyan is a man. If he were a woman, Ying Yin would be completely infatuated with him.

Yu Tingwan was feeling drowsy, and she had already eaten most of the snacks in her hand.

Until a figure flashed past her.

Wei Zhao, who had just come from the ancestral hall, was about to carry her to the inner room to sleep, but before he could even touch her, the girl woke up.

Wei Zhao simply lay down as well.

The rocking chair couldn't fit two people, so he let Yu Tingwan lie in his arms.

A series of delicate kisses landed, their lips entwined, tasting the faint scent of milk. The girl was still dazed, very obedient, letting him take what he wanted, the beauty mark at the corner of her eye like crushed begonia blossoms tinged with rouge.

Wei Zhao gently patted her back to let her catch her breath: "There will be a night market in the capital in ten days. It will be very lively. I will take you there then."

Masks are sold at the night market. He no longer needs a wheelchair when he's out and about.

It would be so interesting to stir up a few more troubles back then.

Yu Tingwan was preoccupied with reaching behind the rocking chair and barely listened to what he was saying, only giving a perfunctory reply.

He handed the clay figure he had shaped to Wei Zhao.

She became much more sober and told him with bright eyes.

"Is this you? Does it look like you?"

Wei Zhao:......

He remained silent for an exceptionally long time this time!
"This... is actually a person?"

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

"The jade crown on your head looks just like it!"

She really went to great lengths for this jade crown!
Wei Zhao couldn't tell.

But he still remembered that he had said something wrong during the flower arrangement, and Yu Tingwan had moved the table away and thrown it away.

Wei Zhao felt quite regretful.

Therefore, this time, his attitude was very good.

Humbly seek advice.

"This is?"

Yu Tingwan found a comfortable position and continued to lie on top of him: "Your legs."

She told him to show her.

"Two lines, isn't it obvious?"

Wei Zhao: "Why is it so thick?"

They're all thicker than my body.

Yu Tingwan's temper had been cultivated by him; she remained expressionless and said, "Oh."

She stared at me with a death stare: "Are you jealous?"

Wei Zhao:?
"Don't say bad words."