The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 470 She's just despicable

Ying Fuyan has changed so much.

His appearance and overall demeanor have undergone a complete transformation, making it difficult to discern any trace of his former self.

Yao Ru wasn't excited or happy at that moment. What welled up from the bottom of her heart was only heartache.

What kind of experiences can a person go through to change their bone structure?

Yu Tingwan didn't hide it from her: "It's not considered good. Even if it were raised well, it wouldn't last many years..."

Yao Ru's face turned pale.

She unconsciously increased the force in her hand.

The baby in my arms has very delicate skin, and it cried out in pain.

But Yao Ru didn't try to comfort her right away.

She stood there, stunned.

She actually... rarely cries anymore.

No one cares, and she sheds too many tears—who will care? Her situation doesn't allow her to be weak.

But at this moment, her eyes reddened.

Yu Tingwan approached to look at the child. Although still young, his appearance...

"Like me."

Yao Ru spoke very softly.

“We made a lifelong promise back then, and he said that if we had any children, they should look like me.”

Little did they know, they had no future at all.

Yu Tingwan is not good at comforting people, especially in situations where there seems to be no way to break the deadlock.

She took out a lucky charm and gently placed it on the child.

“Now that I am standing here, you should know that my husband and he are in cahoots.”

“I’ve thought about it a lot, but it’s too obvious to knock down the wall. How about I dig a hole under your bed that leads directly to the next room?”

"I did not mean anything else."

Yu Tingwan spoke each word carefully.

"The future is unpredictable, so let's cherish the present."

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The Seventh Princess left in a hurry, without even having time to pack her luggage, before departing from the Second Prince's residence.

Yang Jingshu and Gu Wu were left behind.

Yang Jingshu was completely bewildered and disoriented, not knowing how things had turned out this way.

Gu Wu finished her tea and stood up.

"I apologize for disturbing you today. The Second Prince's Consort is busy, so I will take my leave now."

This was said to the nanny and Xunzhu who were serving her.

"Miss Gu."

Yang Jingshu called her over.

Why did you leave?

"Not only am I leaving, you should leave too."

It's obvious that my elder sister came for the Second Prince's wife; she hasn't come out yet, probably because she has something to discuss.

She's perceptive; she can't let her older sister feel clingy.

Gu Wu glanced at her, her words anything but polite: "You're not exactly welcome, so what's the point of staying?"

With that, she turned and left.

Yang Jingshu clenched her fists tightly under her sleeves.

Seeing Gu Wu walk away, a glint flashed in her eyes, and she quickly chased after her.

"I haven't seen the Grand Tutor's wife go out these days. I heard she's been thinking about researching pastries. I've never heard of your mother liking to cook before, this..."

She meant something.

"This biological daughter is different; she's willing to put in the effort."

She didn't believe it.

Gu Wu had absolutely no thoughts about it!

When Yu Tingwan first returned to the capital, Gu Wu did indeed feel anxious, at most insecure.

But I'm also happy that Yu Tingwan came back.

She hadn't thought about comparing, but she was also afraid of losing something.

But after Gu Fujiu spoke with her, she also came into contact with Yu Tingwan.

Right now, I just want to get close to my older sister, whom I've always known has existed.

Gu Wu stamped her foot, a half-smile playing on her lips.

"Sowing discord? Trying to get me to join forces with you to disgust my sister?"

You must have been kicked in the head by a donkey.

Gu Wu was too lazy to talk to someone who was prejudiced against her older sister.

But then she thought of something.

"Miss Yang, why don't you guess why my elder sister is coming with you?"

"You don't have anything special about you, so even if you come, you might not be able to strike up a conversation with anyone."

Yang Jingshu's face darkened.

What else could it be!
He offended Ying Changqiao completely with his outburst, and in the end, all the blame fell on her.

She's being made to take the blame!

Seeing that she had realized what was going on, Gu Wu smiled and said, "It seems you are still somewhat useful." She sincerely remarked, "Not everyone can be remembered by my older sister. You are lucky."

Thinking about you?

You call scheming and plotting something "thinking about something"?
Yang Jingshu was so angry she almost laughed.

Gu Wu: "I wonder what His Majesty is thinking, to betroth you to the Fourth Prince?"

"He must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes to have run into a troublemaker like you who thinks he's so clever."

"you!"

Yang Jingshu's expression darkened.

"She's still as sharp-tongued as ever."

Is an adopted daughter really as glamorous as before?
"And you? So what if you're well-read? You still can't judge people well!"

“Yu Tingwan’s moves were all deadly just now. Not to mention me, even the Seventh Princess couldn’t outmaneuver her. Shen Zhiyi, that troublemaker, can’t stop a bull when she’s in a rage, but she wouldn’t dare to boss her around. Are you blind, thinking she’s a weakling?”

Gu Wu said firmly, "People are dirty, so they see everything as dirty."

His older sister is delicate, isn't that an obvious fact?

Yang Jingshu: ?
"She was practically pointing her finger at the Seventh Princess and cursing her!"

"Don't make false accusations."

Gu Wu: "My elder sister speaks in a soft and gentle voice, for fear of frightening the princess."

Yang Jingshu: ...

have to.

You just want to be blind, huh?

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The Jia Mansion, separated by a wall

Ying Fuyan and Wei Zhao, who had just come out of the palace, were playing chess.

The two heard everything that was happening in the pavilion.

Ying Fuyan placed a piece.

"When did she get Ying Changqiao's child to the capital?"

After all, they were raised in their hometown.

Wei Zhao replied casually, his expression indifferent: "Half a month ago."

The child was lost, and the guards back home were afraid of losing their heads, and also because they thought no one cared about the important people in higher positions, so they dared not report it to their superiors.

Ying Fuyan: ? ? ?

He was very touched.

"I didn't expect my sister-in-law to care so much about my affairs."

Wei Zhao looked at him with a complicated expression.

Ying Fuyan: "What's wrong?"

Wei Zhao: "She heard that a princess of noble status had secretly given birth to a child, and she found it rare."

Ying Fuyan...

Wei Zhao chuckled softly: "It's shameless of him to let Shunzi sneak over for a peek."

Ying Fuyan: ? ? ?

"After I finished looking at it, I originally wanted to send it back, but then I thought that you might ask her for help, so I asked a woman in the household who had given birth to help take care of it for a few days."

The game of chess is not over yet.

Yu Tingwan then had Tan Jiang take her and fly over from next door.

He was also holding a jug of milk.

Ying Fuyan stood up, about to perform a deep bow: "Thank you for your help, sister-in-law."

"Eh."

Yu Tingwan: "Thanking me at this time is still too early."

Which room are you staying in?

Yu Tingwan is very good at speaking.

"Miss Yao felt it was inconvenient to see you, so she wanted to dig a tunnel from her side to come over."

Ying Fuyan's eyes twitched.

"This……"

After confronting Yao Ru, he hasn't seen her since.

It is inconvenient for Ying Fuyan to be physically presentable, but if she wants to, it is not difficult.

Yu Tingwan could actually guess the reason.

Not only her, but Yao Ru probably knew as well.

But Yu Tingwan pretended not to know.

"We'll dig the tunnel from your side. Where do you think would be a good spot?"

Ying Fuyan was about to say no need.

But then I thought, if things really get chaotic in the capital, the Second Prince's residence might just turn into a war.

Having a hole in the ground is convenient.

If anything goes wrong, you can call Aru over in advance.

The inkstone should be adjusted to its correct color.

Preparing to acquire land.

Yu Tingwan waved her hand dismissively: "You can have it in your room."

Stop dawdling! Are you even a man?!