The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 434 It's my fault for making Yao Yao sad.

After reading ten lines at a glance, Wei Zhao headed towards the desk.

Rong Di went over there without hesitation and busied himself grinding ink.

Wei Zhao picked up the wolf-hair brush, dipped it in ink, and just as he wrote a stroke, he frowned slightly and turned to use his left hand instead.

A woman's voice, laced with a forced smile, rang out from inside the room.

Wei Zhao paused slightly.

"Why did you stop writing?"

Yu Tingwan: "Is it because I'm standing here that I'm disturbing my husband?"

She smirked, "Then I really deserve to die."

As the last word fell, the atmosphere in the room became eerie.

Rong Di: ? ? ?
He was a big, burly man, and suddenly... he was terrified!
The ink dripped down, staining the area, and Wei Zhao took a clean sheet of Xuan paper.

The explanation was weak and ineffective: "No."

Yu Tingwan walked over and took Rong Di's place, her fair fingers pinching the ink stick and circling it on the inkstone.

“Then my husband may begin writing.”

Her tone was not aggressive at all.

Yu Tingwan: "Ying Fuyan is waiting for a reply."

Wei Zhao had no choice but to continue writing.

Yu Tingwan said casually, "How come I didn't know my husband was left-handed before?"

"Your handwriting is also very beautiful with your left hand."

"They don't shake at all."

"I just can't do it."

Wei Zhao:......

He didn't want that kind of praise.

Upon hearing this, Rong Di immediately perked up, straightened his back, and became very proud.

"Madam, you may not know this, but the general can write with his left hand and paint with his right, without neglecting either!"

Yu Tingwan: ...

What normal person would do that?!

It must be because he's been injured too many times.

I had to practice writing with my left hand.

Yu Tingwan said sarcastically, "That's really impressive."

Wei Zhao:......

Rong Di felt something was off, but then he also felt there was nothing wrong with what was said.

“That’s right! If the general hadn’t practiced martial arts, he would be a prominent and powerful civil official by now.”

It won't be bad.

Yu Tingwan continued working: "He's good at enduring things. I touched his injured hand today, and he didn't react at all."

Rong Di believed that few people understood this better than him!

He's a very worrier. He's always looking for ways to express his admiration for the general's fearlessness and decisive action!

Without Yu Tingwan even having to ask, he told her everything, and even deliberately embellished the story.

"For others, they might have been crying for their parents long ago. Madam, you don't know how dangerous the situation was. If it were me, I would never have dared to linger in battle, but the general didn't take those guys seriously at all."

"Being slashed a few times is nothing. Even if you lose an arm, as long as you're still alive, the general won't even blink. I, your subordinate, couldn't do that!"

Wei Zhao:......

well.

He really has a good subordinate.

Once Rong Di started talking, he just couldn't stop.

Wei Zhao said coldly, "Aren't you going to shut up?"

Rong Di, blindly worshipping: ? ? ?

"General, why can't you talk about something that showcases your abilities?"

He doesn't understand.

"Young lady!"

Yu Tingwan: "Hmm?"

Rong Di: "Doesn't that get your blood pumping?!"

Tell me, in this capital city, who else is there?
It's comparable to a general's finger!
He received a curt reply, contrary to his expectations.

"What's boiling over isn't hot blood, it's probably just the mush you've boiled in your head, General."

Rong Di: ?

If it were anyone else, he would have drawn his sword long ago.

But this is Yu Tingwan.

Rong Di was completely baffled.

"General, how did you offend the lady?"

How dare you ask such a question?
Wei Zhao was so angry he almost laughed.

None of them are as good at reading the room as Fu Meng!

Wei Zhao replied quickly, then put down his pen and said, "Thank you so much."

Rong Di felt a chill run down his spine, grabbed the letter, and slipped away.

Yu Tingwan crossed her arms and looked at Wei Zhao.

Wei Zhao silently raised his left hand to touch the hem of her dress.

Snap.

It was opened. Wei Zhao raised his hand again.

Another slap.

Then he stopped moving.

Wei Zhao said slowly, "Oh no."

He added wistfully, "It gives me the creeps."

Yu Tingwan sneered.

On the way back, she thought of many things to say to Wei Zhao. She even thought of giving him a good beating to teach him a lesson.

But the moment their eyes met, Yu Tingwan was about to speak when she lost interest.

She threw away the ink stick in her hand.

There was a snap.

She didn't speak again, but directly examined the injury with her hands.

Half of her arm was completely wrapped in white silk gauze. She examined it carefully for a long time, but there was no sign of the wound reopening and bleeding.

But one look was enough to tell that the injury was serious.

"Wei Zhao."

She spoke very softly.

“I know what you’re about to do is risky. I know you can fight those people, and I know you have the ability to get out of there, which is why you dare to do this.”

“I know that you are standing on the edge of a knife, and getting hurt is inevitable.”

"But I don't want to be the one who notices something is wrong next time, or find out from someone else."

"And don't forget, you're a married man. Your mother only has you as her son. Get yourself hurt less, and avoid putting yourself in danger, so that my mother and I can have peace of mind, okay?"

Wei Zhao's eyes trembled again and again.

This left him even more bewildered than when Yu Tingwan dealt with him.

His pale lips opened and closed, finally turning into a sigh.

After his father passed away, he became the pillar of the family. He often had injuries, but he never showed them to anyone.

The arm injury was indeed a minor one for him. He didn't take it seriously at all.

This test was something he had to do.

He made thorough preparations before going to the palace.

The girl was so close, he raised his uninjured hand and gently touched her face.

"let……"

Soothe him in a low voice.

"It's my fault for making Yao Yao sad."

Yu Tingwan was nowhere to be found in bed.

Now they even know to call her Yaoyao.

Yu Tingwan sneered: "If you know you're wrong, then go sleep in the study."

Wei Zhao:? ?

"I think this matter..."

"Come back when you've fully recovered from your injury."

She was expressionless and pushed people outside without allowing any rebuttal.

"So that I won't regret it tonight and toss and turn, and if I feel uncomfortable, I'll get up and beat you up."

"You know I can't control my emotions."

With a bang, the door closed.

Wei Zhaozhao said delicately, "I... I don't deserve this."

Through the door, Yu Tingwan's voice came through the crack.

“Now that I have made money, and you, Wei Zhao, are a first-class wealthy man, why are you so poor that you sleep on the same bed every day?”

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The next day.

Early in the morning, the capital was in an uproar.

The crowd began discussing the burning of the palace, and then suddenly covered their mouths and whispered about a piece of news that had just reached the capital.

The Second Prince's Mansion.

For some reason, Yao Ru felt uneasy, her eyelids twitching incessantly. She fiddled with the prayer beads in her hand, trying to calm herself down.

With a snap, the string of the prayer beads broke, and all the beads fell to the ground.

The maidservant quickly bent down to pick up the pearl.

Yao Ru didn't care at all and strode outside, just in time to bump into the old woman who was returning from outside.

Yao Ru grabbed her hand.

"I don't know why, but my chest feels so tight. Didn't they say that another group of officials were sent to Lingnan for exile? You've taken care of the escorting officials, and they should be back by now. Didn't they bring back any news about Yan...?"

As Yao Ru waited with anticipation, the old woman's eyes revealed complex emotions.

"We've got news..."

"It's all over the place outside."

Yao Ru's eyes lit up: "How is he!"

Seeing that the old woman's expression was off, her heart sank.

"But it's not good? Well, those kinds of places are no place for humans to live, and then there's hard labor to do..."

The old woman helped her up and interrupted her with a heavy heart: "Madam, please accept my condolences. Prince Yan... is gone."

The surrounding sounds receded like the tide.

Yao Ru stared at the old woman's opening and closing mouth, as if those words were a poisoned arrow that pierced her soul, leaving only an empty shell frozen in place.