The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Wei Zhao didn't take it to heart at all.

He barely said a few words after Liang Rui came in.

But now, he smiled.

It was as if they had heard a ridiculous joke.

"Liang Yue is in chaos?"

"Liang Rui, don't take yourself too seriously?"

"Even if you are favored by Emperor Liang Yue, your brothers can replace you at any time, can't they?"

"Humble yourself in front of me."

He stood up and placed a heavy hand on Liang Yue's shoulder.

"Understand?"

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The weather is just right.

No one knows what will happen next.

The palace looked calm, showing no sign that anything bad was about to happen.

Emperor Yingqian did not look well.

He had just summoned Baopu again and then placed him under house arrest.

This kid's words are really awful!

They actually said...

—A rise in one day, a fall in another.

The meaning was very tactful. Clearly, they were hesitant to speak plainly due to his status.

But Emperor Yingqian knew that what he really meant was that the better Ying Yin was, the worse he was.

absurd!

He's the emperor, who can influence him!

Although he is old, he is in excellent health! How could the fifth son possibly possess dragon energy!
But Baopu's fortune-telling skills are truly... quite remarkable.

At least, he didn't order the execution of the head of the cultists!

Regardless, he began to dislike Ying Yin, and in the past few days he has been increasingly promoting the Second Prince Ying Zhi and the Fourth Prince Ying Cheng.

Even his trusted confidant, Minister Yang, became a threat to him.

Emperor Qian said, "Go to Cining Palace."

He is a filial son.

They would visit the Empress Dowager every few days as a sign of respect.

"Yes!"

Eunuch Tu hurriedly ordered his servants to prepare a sedan chair.

Just then, a nanny came quickly over, smiling and bowing.

"emperor."

Eunuch Tu knew the Emperor was displeased: "Granny Zhao, is there something wrong with Consort Li?"

The old woman knelt on the ground, not daring to raise her head.

"There is a night market outside the palace today. Your Majesty would like to ask His Majesty for permission to go out of the palace and take a look."

Eunuch Tu: ...

If it were any other time, and the Emperor were in a good mood, he might have granted it.

But the emperor had nowhere to vent his anger.

Emperor Yingqian was indeed furious.

"Nonsense!"

He frowned and shouted sternly.

The servants were so frightened that they all knelt on the ground. The old woman, who had not expected this, was trembling like a leaf.

"Your Majesty, calm down."

"She's the one causing trouble? In the past, how many pregnant concubines acted so lawlessly just because they were carrying a child? Leaving the palace? What's wrong with her being mistreated in the palace? If she were to be jostled outside the palace and have a miscarriage, she'd have enough heads to chop off!"

Having said that, he left without waiting for the sedan chair, his face grim.

But then he thought of something.

There was an incident at the last night market.

It was so crowded that a stampede had occurred on the other side of the moat.

Emperor Yingqian frowned, about to give orders to his men to be more vigilant and prevent any more deaths.

Someone hurried over.

When Eunuch Tu saw the person, his eyes flickered slightly.

He said a few words to me, and then quickly came back.

"Your Majesty."

He lowered his voice and whispered in Emperor Yingqian's ear.

"The Duchess of Shunguo has gone out."

Emperor Yingqian paused slightly, a different emotion flashing in his angry eyes.

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The streets were unusually bustling, unusually lively.

Yu Tingwan found it quite novel.

I heard that the main event is at night, with lights shining everywhere.

She lingered at this stall for a bit, then at that stall for a bit.

Until, with sharp eyes, she spotted Yang Jingshu and Zhou Yurou walking together in the distance. She saw it, and Shen Zhiyi naturally saw it too: "Yang Jingshu is so arrogant, looking down on that pretentious white lotus Zhou Yurou. Why would she lower herself to walk with her? She probably has something up her sleeve."

Yang Jingshu indeed looked down on Zhou Yurou.

He's speaking with his eyes squinting right now.

She led the way into the teahouse at the front and into a private room on the second floor.

"I suffered a setback some time ago, which I'm sure you've heard about."

She didn't intend to let Zhou Yurou sit down, and just looked at him with a half-smile.

"But I am, after all, the Fourth Prince's chosen consort by His Majesty, you..."

Yang Jingshu went straight to the heart: "You're different."

"The marriage is off, and I heard that Ning Yunling isn't fawning over you anymore?"

"These days, no respectable family wants to marry you."

"What a pity. You used to be so successful. Now you've fallen into hell. It must be a bitter experience."

Zhou Yurou's face turned pale, and she almost tore the handkerchief she was holding in her hand.

She swayed slightly: "What exactly does Miss Yang want to say to me?"

Tears welled in her eyes; how pitiful she looked: "Was this a deliberate act of humiliation?"

Yang Jingshu scoffed.

What did Zhou Yurou have that made her humiliate her?

He's nothing but a clown.

Don't you hate it?

She pointed out: "It was all because Yu Tingwan got involved that you and I ended up in such an awkward situation."

"If it weren't for her, things wouldn't be like this."

Zhou Yurou was filled with hatred.

But what can she do?

Yu Tingwan is not someone to be trifled with.

But she's not stupid.

"What does Miss Yang want me to do?"

The commotion was quickly overheard by Tan Jiang, who had come to eavesdrop.

She returned to Yu Tingwan's ear and repeated it word for word.

Shen Zhiyi: "Pah, what a heartless bastard!"

Yu Tingwan was chewing on a candied hawthorn and didn't pay any attention to it.

She was just a little unsettled.

After all, we know what will happen after dark.

As time passed, the glow of the sunset was swallowed up, and the sky gradually darkened.

The streets were bustling with people, brightly lit, and the shouts of vendors rose and fell.

Zhou Yurou came over carrying a lantern, her face showing just the right amount of surprise.

"I never expected to run into the General's wife here."

Shen Zhiyi: "Tch."

Zhou Yurou's smile remained unchanged, as if she had just noticed her.

"Miss Shen is here too, what a coincidence."

Shen Zhiyi continued: "Bad luck."

Zhou Yurou's face stiffened.

I'm so angry!
“Miss Shen, why do you always find fault with me? I know I haven’t done anything to wrong you.”

Shen Zhiyi said coldly, "Can't you just go die? You've already angered me by putting on airs in front of me. And you still..."

Yu Tingwan felt that her character was better than Shen Zhiyi's, so she helped Shen Zhiyi.

"Alright, how could you target Miss Zhou?"

Zhou Yurou was surprised when Yu Tingwan came to her rescue.

She, with an innocent and pure heart, spoke first to Shen Zhiyi.

"I'm sorry, no matter what, it's my fault if I make you unhappy."

Shen Zhiyi: ...

Yu Tingwan: "It's so touching. What bad intentions could a gentle girl like Miss Zhou possibly have?"

Shen Zhiyi: ?
No, you can't identify a womanizer anymore?
Zhou Yurou: ? ?
I felt inexplicably uneasy looking at Shangyu Tingwan's smiling face.

She tentatively asked, "I wonder if Rou'er would have the honor of strolling through the night market with Madam?"

Her fragile eyes trembled slightly: "I envy you so much..."

Yu Tingwan: "No."

She said sadly, "You talk too much nonsense. I'm quite busy."

It's taking way too long.

She said.

"But we can't let you come all this way for nothing."

She didn't understand why these people wouldn't learn their lesson, but her revenge was quite terrifying.

Thinking of something, Yu Tingwan began to smile, without realizing she was being immoral.

She was understanding and tried to reason with me gently: "Come on, hurry up, how about you just hurt me directly?"

(End of this chapter)