The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 458 Touching myself, is it bothering you?

The servant on the left nodded in agreement.

"I was just saying the word 'flood,' after all, we're not gods, how could we know what would happen in the future? But floods are frequent in Jiangnan, and if this rain doesn't stop, not only will the fruit be in trouble, but the rising water level might also destroy several bridges."

"Many dikes have been built in Jiangnan over the years, so it is better than other places in terms of flooding. On the way here, we heard merchants mention that the weather was strange. It has been raining in many other places as well, but news does not spread in remote areas."

Yu Tingwan stood still in place.

There were no further actions taken.

She only remembered the river in her previous life; it was no longer as gentle as usual, but turbulent and seemed capable of swallowing people whole.

To drown her.

The sound of pattering rain, accompanied by thunder, could be heard all around, as if it could destroy the world.

And the sighs of regret from others.

"Why are we stopped ahead? What happened?"

"For the past two weeks, the currents have been raging, but whose houses have been flooded? Or whose children have fallen into the river? This damned weather."

"Someone did jump into the river and commit suicide. We don't know where that group of people came from, but they're searching for the body day and night. The river is so strong, it's probably been swept away to who knows where. Maybe it's even become fish food."

Yes.

It was originally a flood.

After seeing the person off, Yu Tingwan asked Tan Jiang to pass on a message to Wei Zhao, but she wasn't in a very high mood.

"Gah."

Then a strange bird cried out.

The crow flapped its wings with difficulty.

I don't know where it came from, its wings were soaked, and it landed with difficulty on the window.

It couldn't jump anymore; only its tiny, bean-sized eyes rolled around.

"Qiao'er."

It let out a shout.

Yu Tingwan: ...

They went there to eavesdrop again.

The crow cried out in anguish, "You'd rather marry a cripple than me, is that it?!"

The palace at this time.

The lighting wasn't very bright, but there were lamps lit up all over the hall.

Emperor Yingqian finally summoned the second prince.

Yingzhi knelt on the dragon bed to serve him.

"Is there nothing you wish to say to me?"

"There's no need to blame someone if you want to."

Ying Zhi bowed his head respectfully.

The servants inside the hall were all shadowy figures. Emperor Yingqian leaned against the dragon bed, his eyes fixed on him with deep intensity.

His burns have healed a lot, but he looks much more haggard.

Ying Zhi: "Does Father Emperor really think that the fire in the Hall of Mental Cultivation was done by your son?"

"If it were me, what would I have gained? Why was my fifth brother in the palace by chance, and why did he rush into the fire? And why did all the benefits fall on my fifth brother?"

Yingzhi felt that doing such a thing and then framing him was the truly effective tactic.

Emperor Yingqian was deeply moved, but no one knew what he was thinking.

The events at the Hall of Mental Cultivation only made him understand things more clearly.

Too many people want him dead.

As for who did it, it's no longer important.

He's been secretly investigating a lot these past few days. His two sons are involved in far too many things.

Emperor Yingqian smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"I am asking about the Third Prince of Liang Yue."

Ying Zhi had anticipated this and showed no sign of panic.

"He came looking for my son."

He raised his eyes and met Emperor Yingqian's cold and stern gaze.

"But why did it happen that my fifth brother happened to be there at just the right time?"

"You mean Fifth Brother colluded with Liang Rui to frame you?"

Ying Zhi put down the medicine in his hand, knelt down on the ground, bowed deeply, pressed his head on the back of his hand, and made a gesture of submission.

"Father is wise."

"I beg Your Majesty to clear my name."

Another day passed.

The blue crow flew back once more.

He circled three times around Fu Meng's head, who was sleeping on the ground, mimicking words he had heard from somewhere.

"Dog scum."

It cried out.

"You do nothing all day but hang around in women's rooms. You damned beast, you should hang around your own wife's room! Why are you hanging around other women's?"

Fu Meng found it too noisy and slapped it away. He also grabbed several of its feathers. "Ah!"

The Duke of Shun's mansion was bustling, while the imperial palace was deathly silent.

Emperor Yingqian's head started to ache again.

As the blue crows hopped and skipped, mimicking the children's ditty—"What is the name of my father's father? What is the name of my father's father?"—the children's ditty "Grandfather."

Emperor Ying Qian felt pain in his internal organs and his entire body.

For some reason, the burns on my body became more severe; not only did they itch, but they also started to ooze pus.

It was still raining outside when Qingya began to call out affectionately, "Caiying, Caiying."

Emperor Yingqian's health deteriorated, and he finally flew into a rage. A group of imperial physicians knelt outside the palace, trembling with fear.

When Baopu, who was under house arrest, suddenly made the shocking statement that many places in the Great Jin Dynasty were flooded, cities were inundated, fields and houses were destroyed, and countless disaster victims were affected, the emperor summoned him.

As night deepened, Yu Tingwan emerged from the washroom to find Wei Zhao sketching and writing.

The rain outside has stopped, but the window is open, and the wind blowing in is a bit chilly.

She walked over and picked up the bird's nest that Wei Zhao had prepared for her from the table.

Yu Tingwan took a few sips and then stopped.

She touched her chin.

I feel like I've gained weight again.

The girl looked somewhat melancholy.

But you can't avoid eating bird's nest.

She couldn't control her mouth.

Yu Tingwan finished drinking in small sips, and couldn't help but touch her waist.

It's still thin.

but……

The girl, seemingly oblivious to everyone around her, with clear eyes, began touching the bulge in her chest again.

Her movements were very natural.

I just wanted to measure the changes.

It's impossible to manage everything at once.

Yu Tingwan noticed that someone was watching her.

Wei Zhao stopped moving at some point, leaning back, his handsome and noble features conveying a profound meaning, with a dark fire burning deep within his dark eyes.

"What are you looking at?"

Yu Tingwan didn't even blush, nor did she lower her hand, and inexplicably spoke with righteous indignation: "I touched myself, did that bother you?"

Wei Zhao: "No."

That's more or less.

Yu Tingwan: "Xiao Yi has to be made again."

She looked at the culprit.

This person always treated her like dough, kneading and shaping her at will.

You also need to hold it in your mouth and suck on it.

I don't know what good food there is.

She had no children, so she had no food to eat.

but……

Yu Tingwan knew that the baby would grow bigger during pregnancy and childbirth, making it easier to feed.

Some people recover after stopping breastfeeding, while others do not; it depends on individual constitution.

Let's not talk about things from a long time ago.

In the hot summer, if you wear little clothing and walk fast and your clothes sway, wouldn't that be indecent?
But she didn't want to bind her chest; it was uncomfortable and stuffy, and she was really suffering.

Yu Tingwan suddenly felt even more melancholy and rubbed her hands.

"This can't go on like this."

Wei Zhao also stopped writing and drawing.

Throat tightness.

His gaze was like a flame, burning along her face, across her neck and collarbone, finally settling on the position of her hand.

He is a man.

It is also inevitably vulgar.

"Continue, I'm watching."

Yu Tingwan asked, puzzled, "What are you looking at?"

Wei Zhao sighed softly.

"It's reacting."

Yu Tingwan was slightly taken aback, and looked down.

He didn't try to hide it; the bulge under his clothes was quite obvious.

Yu Tingwan didn't understand why Wei Zhao had touched and eaten her food, while she had only touched it briefly, so why did he look at her with such fervor?

"Then...do you want to take care of this?"