The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 440 Blood Snaking Down
Yu Tingwan said gently, "If you feel there's something wrong with me, then take this opportunity to bring it up. I will definitely..."

Her voice disappeared.

The honest and simple-minded Yu Tingwan said, "I'm sorry. I'm ill-mannered, I can't change."

"Please be understanding."

The commotion was quickly relayed to Emperor Yingqian by the shadowy figure.

Emperor Yingqian had no idea what state of mind he was in when he listened to these words.

He was silent for a long time.

What kind of person did Wei Zhao marry?!
Oh, the Grand Tutor's own daughter.

She's intelligent, but she always seems to offend people and dares to say anything.

You could say she was brainless, because she completely fooled the Fifth Prince's wife and Consort Li.

However, Emperor Yingqian was not surprised.

She came from a small town, like a blank sheet of paper, unlike the noble ladies from the capital who were raised with proper manners and were cautious in their speech and actions.

Putting aside others, even though the fifth son's wife has a fiery temper, she can also be humble and submissive. She remains remarkably composed in important situations.

If she weren't the daughter of the Grand Tutor, but rather of commoner origin, Emperor Yingqian would certainly be very pleased with this impetuous and simple-minded young mistress of the Duke of Shun's mansion.

Like Xiao Huaiyan, the heir of the Marquis of Zhongyong's mansion, they were both spoiled and ruined.

He concealed the contempt in his eyes.

I originally thought that Wei Zhao had brought someone back from the countryside because Yu Tingwan was quite capable.

In that light, he overestimated him.

Wei Zhao was after beautiful women.

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Yu Tingwan did not stay at Cining Palace for a meal.

She was preparing to leave the palace.

The rain had lessened, turning into a soft drizzle. She walked along the winding corridor at a leisurely pace.

Gu Wu followed a step behind her, keeping pace with her.

Unlike her reckless and cunning demeanor in the Cining Palace, Yu Tingwan seemed like a completely different person now, her aura calm and peaceful.

I saw you at the night market yesterday.

It goes without saying who he was saying this to.

She didn't stop walking and stated the location crisply and clearly.

"West Street Winery".

Upon seeing her, I wanted to approach her, but hesitated and dared not go forward.

Yu Tingwan: "You don't need to avoid me anymore."

Gu Wu's eyes suddenly lit up: "Then can I...?"

I would contact my older sister from time to time.

Yu Tingwan glanced at her: "No."

She's not used to getting too close to people.

Shen Zhiyi always insisted on linking arms with her when they walked, and Yu Tingwan had gotten used to it for a long time. She didn't want to deal with too many complicated interpersonal relationships.

Gu Wu pursed her lips and looked down at the embroidered shoes: "I understand. I won't let my sister have any trouble with my great-aunt."

Yu Tingwan said in a completely normal tone, "You don't need to feel guilty towards me."

"I don't resent you. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid it would have been someone else."

Nobody wants something like that to happen, especially since Jiashan is seriously ill.

Gu Fuju brought a child over from outside to ease the child's condition; as her husband, she was right.

Gu Wu's eyes trembled.

She definitely lacked confidence in front of Yu Tingwan.

Yu Tingwan said calmly, "Everyone has to admit that your existence is meaningful."

"The young mistress of the Duke of Shun's mansion!"

A high-pitched voice rang out from behind. There came the unfamiliar father-in-law, hurrying towards them.

"I made it just in time."

He gestured to Yu Tingwan, indicating that the Emperor wished to see her.

Gu Wu stood there, watching her walk away with her father-in-law.

The old woman beside him finally couldn't help but frown: "This one is really..."

"It's not that this old servant is being nosy. It was a small matter; we could have just refused to sell. Why did this person have to bring it up and make those two lose face?"

"One is a favored concubine, and the other is the fifth prince's principal wife. Offending them will narrow your future prospects. This young lady is really reckless."

"Shut up."

Gu Wu's expression darkened.

"My sister has her own reasons for doing so."

Suddenly, she realized something was wrong.

Father repeatedly mentioned that his older sister was too insightful and intelligent, but too good at hiding her talents.

Today, her elder sister was fixated on one point, even becoming somewhat aggressive. Thinking back to when the eunuch summoned her earlier, her sister showed no surprise whatsoever. Suddenly, Gu Wu realized something.

Was this... said on purpose for that person to hear?
Could there be someone from the Emperor's faction in Cining Palace?

Yes, a shadowy figure.

From the moment Yu Tingwan entered the palace, she was being watched.

Gu Wu couldn't understand why Yu Tingwan would do this.

She was just a bride...

wrong.

She was a new bride in the Duke of Shun's household.

Gu Wu felt uneasy and, without even opening her umbrella, ran back quickly.

"Sister!"

Through the rain, she called out to the woman's retreating figure.

Yu Tingwan stopped and turned around in confusion.

The eunuch frowned slightly: "Does Miss Gu have anything to say? His Majesty is waiting."

Gu Wu's hands tightened slightly beneath her sleeves.

Finally, the words that were about to be spoken came true.

“Perhaps it’s not my place to say this, but my sister still holds a grudge about the fire back then.”

The deceased cannot rest in peace, for the one who truly harmed them was a ruler of a country, who has yet to receive retribution.

but.

"Your existence will only be more significant to the Yu family parents."

"Sister, you shouldn't trap yourself. You can hate whoever you want, but you must let go and move on."

Yu Tingwan gave Gu Wu a deep look.

There was no response, no words spoken.

Heading towards the imperial palace.

Gu Wu curled her palms up.

"Miss, shall we still leave the palace?"

"No, go to your great-aunt and have her pass the message on to your father."

Yu Tingwan was not afraid of what Emperor Yingqian could do to her.

After all, they haven't completely broken off relations yet.

She is someone Emperor Qian cannot touch.

Emperor Yingqian summoned her simply to show his concern for Wei Zhao, and because he thought she was foolish and wanted to get information out of her.

Want to eat fart.

Yu Tingwan showed no emotion on her face, but she was very annoyed.

Because of entering the palace today, after seeing the Imperial Guards patrolling the palace gates, various fragmented images kept flashing through my mind.

Very messy.

It's very mixed.

It's from a past life.

Suddenly she was sitting on the swing.

Suddenly, she walked to the door and eagerly awaited her arrival.

She was also feeling unwell, and Tan Jiang anxiously went to fetch a doctor.

And then what?

The scene shifts, and a sharp dagger is pressed against her neck.

The man holding the dagger was the Imperial Guard with the scar near his eye at the palace gate.

"Your superiors have specifically ordered you to die, so I advise you, young lady, not to struggle."

Blood trickled down her neck.

The video feed was intermittent.

Amidst the chaos of war, she was tossed and turned in a daze, and was eventually taken to the riverbank.

"There wasn't enough time to dispose of the body, and it would easily leave traces. The Wei family army was also pursuing us too closely, so we had no choice but to leave you without a complete corpse."

Yu Tingwan saw that her face had turned pale, and she was desperately trying to protect her lower abdomen with her hands, struggling. But she was like a lamb to the slaughter, about to die at any moment.

Then someone took off her embroidered shoes and staged a suicide scene. It was as if the rolling river could drown all the evil.

Some people, fearing she wasn't completely dead, stabbed her twice in the abdomen before kicking her into the river, the knife piercing right through her hand.

Yu Tingwan was unaware of the pain in her hand.

But her lower abdomen was in too much pain.

She lost her balance and fell, desperately trying to protect herself, but she couldn't protect anything.

The blood flowing from her legs was far more abundant than that from her neck, vivid and glaring. It would spread and stain the river after she fell in.

Her body was swept away by the surging water, disappearing without a trace along with the little life that had been growing in her womb for less than two months.