The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 445 You guys are too bold!
Pat-pat, one slow, one fast.

Water droplets clung to the eaves, ready to fall, then shattered with a crash onto the mossy steps, creating fleeting, ephemeral blossoms. In the courtyard, puddles reflected fragmented clouds, which were then scattered, blurring the sky into a hazy light.

The room wasn't very well lit.

The dim light fell on half of Wei Zhao's profile, half bright and half dark, as if it were filled with intense emotions.

Wei Zhao leaned against the bedside, as if he could still hear her sobs in his ears, and gently stroked her slender back with just the right amount of force.

The girl in his arms had probably cried herself to sleep and had been coaxed to sleep, but tear stains remained.

The emotions in Wei Zhao's eyes gradually disappeared.

I gently wiped her with a damp cotton cloth and then covered her with the blankets.

Looking at the girl's sleeping face, Wei Zhao's thoughts drifted away.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he sighed, bent down and touched her fair forehead with his lips, then slowly got up, lit some calming incense in the room, and went outside.

The door opened, then closed again.

Wei Zhao looked towards the palace, his fingers slowly tightening beneath his sleeves. His jaw was taut as if carved by a knife, his eyes seemed to be filled with ice, and even the surrounding air seemed to freeze, yet he remained completely unaware.

"Take good care of the lady."

Tan Jiang: "Yes."

Wei Zhao stood there for a long time, finally remembering that there was someone waiting for him in the study.

He steadied himself and walked away.

The study was an important place, and no one was allowed to enter it casually. The servants of the Duke of Shun's mansion would not come here unless it was for important business, and they all avoided this place.

Gu Fuju was a civil official, so he couldn't possibly detect how much of Wei's army was inside and outside the courtyard.

He hadn't encountered a single person since he arrived. They were all hidden in the shadows, ready to appear and strike at the slightest disturbance.

But one can also guess that the more this is the case, the more strict the rules become.

After Rong Di led him into the study, he served tea and then went outside to keep watch.

Gu Fuju did not look around, much less look at the secret letters on his desk.

Although Wei Zhao never called him "father-in-law," he treated him with respect elsewhere and showed no sign of being wary of him.

Gu Fuju's complexion, however, did not look much better.

Why be wary of him? Wei Zhao needs his help and influence in many matters.

Gu Fuju sat in a chair, holding a cup of tea, only looking up at the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

The calligraphy is beautiful, and the painting is excellent. You can tell at a glance who created it.

Gu Fuju still remembered when he first saw Wei Zhao's calligraphy, he praised it without reservation for its talent, saying that at such a young age it already had a remarkable spirit and could not avoid being sharp. He believed that if he accumulated experience over the years, the strokes would eventually condense into a powerful and spiritual essence through countless hours of practice.

He admires it very much.

The essays that Wei Zhao wrote when he was studying with him are still preserved to this day.

After Wei Zhao led his troops into battle, Gu Fuju rarely saw his calligraphy anymore.

The ink marks on the calligraphy and paintings on the wall were made three years ago.

He hasn't slacked off at all over the years.

Gu Fuju nodded to himself.

"General."

Rong Di's respectful shouts came from outside.

Gu Fuju looked over and saw Wei Zhao stepping inside.

He possessed the elegance of a scholar, the nobility of a scion of a noble family, and the composure of a military general.

The various ingredients blended together, creating a remarkably harmonious effect.

A slight smile still lingered at the corners of his lips, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. Instead, the candlelight in the study cast a shadow that revealed a hint of menace.

"what happened?"

Gu Fuju frowned.

Wei Zhao strode over, took an already opened letter from his desk, and sat down opposite him. The chair dragged on the floor with a screeching sound.

He gave the letter to Gu Fuju.

Gu Fuju lowered his head and opened the letter, reading ten lines at a glance.

The words exude the air of a resentful woman.

If it weren't for the fact that the handwriting was so elegant and clearly written by a man, Gu Fuju would have thought that Wei Zhao was keeping a mistress outside!
The letter was very simple.

The kind that's really shameless.

"You took over and managed all those poorly managed, half-dead shops under Ying Fuyan's name, and last month the profits increased several times over. He was counting his money in front of me! The smug look on his face was just annoying. Now that he has that sucker Ying Yin supporting him, he still tries to get some money from you every now and then. Does he need the money?"

"I'm getting married soon, and I'll need to support my wife. That's why I'm short of money! Why don't you take over the shops under my name too?"

"Managing one person is the same as managing two. Favoritism is unacceptable!"

The handwriting was somewhat familiar, yet it also carried a strong sense of unfamiliarity. Gu Fuju suddenly looked at Wei Zhao.

He pronounced that name word by word.

"Ying Fuyan?"

Wei Zhao remained silent.

Gu Fuju read the letter carefully from beginning to end again.

Then, an unbelievable conclusion was reached.

"Who is Ying Yin's advisor...?"

He suddenly stood up: "You guys are too bold!"

Wei Zhao: "Master, calm your nerves."

Gu Fuju rubbed his forehead, processing the fact: "Who wrote the letter?"

There was no need to wait for Wei Zhao to speak.

Gu Fuju: "The one from the Xiao family?"

Wei Zhao raised an eyebrow: "It seems that in the Master's heart, he is not mediocre."

Gu Fuju sneered.

“One year during the Imperial Academy examination, I helped proctor the exam. I saw his paper; his handwriting was crooked and all his answers were irrelevant.”

"Later, his father invited me and several other adults to his house. On the way, we learned that he had caused trouble again, so he left us behind and went to his house to beat him up."

"I was afraid something might happen, so I went over to try and stop them."

Xiao Huaiyan was seen running around in a panic, with the Marquis of Loyalty and Courage chasing after him.

At this point, Gu Fuju smiled.

"While the two were acting with great enthusiasm, I saw a piece of paper that had been blown from the miscellaneous books on the table onto the floor."

This is incredible.

"These are all the answers to the Imperial College exam."

"Your handwriting is good, and your answer is excellent."

“I knew then that it was a show for us, a show for the Emperor.”

He didn't say anything at the time, and even helped put the paper on the ground back into the miscellaneous books.

There has been no public declaration.

They never exposed it.

Wei Zhao lowered his eyes.

I don't know if I listened or not.

I glanced at the brewed tea again and casually poured myself a cup.

Wei Zhao picked up the teacup and touched it against Gu Fuju's teacup.

There was only a crisp sound.

Wei Zhao: "Thank you for your trouble, Master."

"We'll need your help with whatever they do in the future."

Gu Fuju: ...

He knew it.

Now that Wei Zhao has thrown out two people, it can be considered that he has cleared up his doubts.

They were both intelligent people, and he could guess what Wei Zhao would do next.

The question he wanted to ask when he came has now been answered.

Gu Fuju drank the tea.

This indicates agreement.

Wei Zhao also planned to drink.

But then, for some unknown reason, his expression showed a moment of indescribable agitation.

As I gently stroked the edge of the teacup with my fingertips, a crisp crack suddenly appeared, and a thin line appeared on the rim of the cup, but the tea inside remained perfectly still.

Gu Fuju: ?
Wei Zhao put it down.

I picked up a razor blade from the side.

It was delivered by the blacksmith for him to inspect. If it's acceptable, he plans to make more to use as weapons.

Very thin.

But it is exceptionally hard.

But Wei Zhao bent him with brute force.