The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Her eyes held a complex expression, as if she were deeply hurt.

She said softly, "Mother-in-law."

Ning Suchan: ...

Yu Tingwan: "Why didn't you put some on my plate?"

Ning Suchan: "I'm afraid you'll be too stressed."

Yu Tingwan did not listen.

She kept talking.

“My mother-in-law has hurt me.”

"It's clear that when he said he would treat me like his daughter, he was just bluffing me."

Ning Suqian frowned: "When did I say that?"

Why doesn't she remember?

Yu Tingwan was filled with melancholy.

Is now the time to concern ourselves with what is true and what is false?

Ning Suchan: ? ? ?

Yu Tingwan said with a teacup, "I really envy him. Unlike me, I don't even have anyone to help me pick a piece of ginger."

Ning Suchan pointed out: "There is no ginger in today's meal."

Yu Tingwan felt even more melancholy.

"Do you really have to be so calculating with me?"

Ning Suchan remained silent.

No wonder the sage agreed, for only petty men and women are difficult to deal with.

Yu Tingwan has both.

No wonder Wei Zhao remained silent.

Ning Suchan didn't understand why she was meddling in other people's business. Why did she invite this couple to have dinner at her place?

Perhaps it was because Yu Tingwan's eyes were too resentful that Ning Suchan really felt like she had raised a daughter. Helpless, she could only put spring rolls on her plate as well.

"Is that all?"

"How old are you? Stop acting like a scoundrel."

Yu Tingwan's gaze was deep and unwavering: "No, I want more than him."

Ning Suchan: ?

She sensed something was wrong and looked at Wei Zhao: "Did you offend her?"

No waiting for response.

Ning Suchan slammed her chopsticks down.

“Return to it.”

"This is your fault."

"Between husband and wife..."

She paused slightly.

She really had no experience in how to resolve conflicts between husband and wife.

She had always been well-behaved, and even if Wei Fengxing wanted her to throw a tantrum, it would be very difficult.

Ning Suchan: "As the husband, you should at least apologize."

"We lost money."

Ning Suchan: "And then?"

Wei Zhao: "Her hand still hurts."

? ?
Why does my hand hurt again?

Ning Suqian asked seriously, "What's wrong?"

She was about to get up to check Yu Tingwan's hand. Had she bumped or bruised it?

Wei Zhao: "Hammer me, hammer me."

Ning Suchan: ...

Yu Tingwan raised her little face, sat up straight, and spoke with a confident and self-assured air.

Wei Zhao: "It's my fault that I have rough skin and thick flesh."

Ning Suchan: ...

She rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on.

"I don't care what happened, just apologize again."

Otherwise, Ning Suchan always felt that she would have a hard time.

Even something as simple as picking up a piece of food, Yu Tingwan could find fault with it.

If Wei Zhao goes out again in the future, what if Yu Tingwan holds a grudge and picks a fight with her again?
Ning Suchan raised her hand and pointed.

“I’ve made the decision. You can serve tea instead of wine. Please ask your wife to forgive you.”

Yu Tingwan looked distressed.

Why?

It's still impossible to escape the word "alcohol".

"General!"

Rong Di strode in from the outside.

"His Majesty summons me."

The harmonious atmosphere inside the room instantly turned cold.

Wei Zhao composed himself, his eyes remaining indifferent.

He had just stood up when Yu Tingwan grabbed his sleeve.

"Is he..."

Yu Tingwan's expression turned serious: "You suspect me?"

"Yes."

“If he hadn’t been more vigilant, he wouldn’t have been able to get that position.”

Wei Zhao smiled.

"But does he have any evidence?"

"If you go to the palace, what if he attacks you?"

Yu Tingwan: "Don't forget, if your health isn't good in public, even if something happens in the palace, he..."

But how could one not show up when summoned by the emperor?
Wei Zhao suppressed his emotions and tried to comfort him.

"Don't worry."

Ning Suchan frowned, she was slightly more composed than Yu Tingwan, but she wasn't much better off.

Still shaken, he said, "General."

Just then, Shunzi's voice came from outside.

After entering, he respectfully greeted everyone.

Then he continued.

"The Duke of Xian, the Marquis of Yangdu, the Duke of Yong, and the Earl of Xiuping pay their respects."

Yu Tingwan slowly released Wei Zhao's hand.

These people are all familiar to me.

He was an old minister who rarely appeared in public after getting old.

Two of them even left Beijing early on and returned to their hometowns to enjoy their later years.

She knows it.

These people were the most pedantic, and Wei Zhao once asked Gu Fuju to try to win them over.

Duke Xianguo was the former Minister of Rites.

In response to the Emperor Qian's sacrifice to Heaven, when the emperor wanted to use a blue jade disc, he felt that a yellow jade cong should be used instead.

Ignoring the emperor's cold face, they argued vehemently in the imperial study for most of the night, citing classical texts.

Marquis Yangdu once taught Emperor Yingqian when he was still a young prince. However, when Emperor Yingqian yawned, he immediately reported to the late emperor that the emperor's studies were not being focused.

The Duke of Yongguo was the previous Imperial Censor. He was a role model in He Xuran's mind.

He once submitted ten memorials because Zhou Yurou's grandfather's belt was askew when he went to court.

These are all really terrifying.

Yu Tingwan watched as Wei Zhao was wheeled away by Rong Di. They were greeted by four elderly men with white hair who walked with even more difficulty than Ying Fuyan, requiring assistance to move.

Duke Xian was tired and took a breath. He decided to stop walking and wait for Wei Zhao to be pushed closer.

He glanced at Wei Zhao a few times.

shook his head.

“If your grandfather were still alive, he would be heartbroken to see you like this.”

Duke Xian: "However, your grandfather was despicable. He owed me a piece of calligraphy, which he never finished before he died."

We can't let Old Master Wei rise from his grave and fulfill his promise.

Duke Xian: "In my life, I hate people who break their promises the most! Yet he makes promises lightly and breaks them easily. This is not what the Analects condemns, but rather a matter of being untrustworthy. I don't know how he can be worthy of it?"

Yes.

She's even more self-righteous than Yu Tingwan.

The elderly men behind him nodded in agreement.

When Xiu Pingbo got down to business, he said, “These past few days have been plagued by floods, and my hometown and that of the Duke of Yongguo have also been affected. Knowing that the court is short-handed, we exchanged a letter and rushed back to the capital.”

"We should have met the saint, but these two old men came to the outskirts to greet us. They mentioned that your bride had helped distribute supplies, so we came uninvited."

He and the Duke of Yongguo didn't have much money, after all, they were honest and upright, but they still managed to scrape together some scraps.

With Rong Di's help, Wei Zhao performed the junior rites for the group.

"But unfortunately, the Emperor summoned me."

"Perhaps they are worried about the border, or perhaps something has happened in another disaster area."

"I am uneasy and afraid I am unable to entertain you."

Upon hearing this, the four elders were not in a good mood.

They had no time to think about anything else.

The Earl of Xiuping and the Duke of Yong exchanged a glance: "According to the rules, we should also pay our respects to the Emperor upon returning to the capital, and we will accompany you."

The other two, having already come, also expressed their intention to enter the palace together.

"General."

An old woman ran over from the gatehouse.

"Lord He, along with several officials from the Censorate, several principal officials from the Ministry of Rites, a compiler from the Hanlin Academy, and a doctor from the Court of Imperial Sacrifices, also rushed over."

Good heavens, these are all officials who were supposed to remain neutral and were not sent by Emperor Yingqian to provide disaster relief, yet they are all stubborn and inflexible.

How did you end up here?
They were simply after the four old men.

They were all considered their disciples.

So, Emperor Yingqian waited with a cold face.

Wei Zhao was an untamed wild horse, and he was not useful to him.

So much has happened in the past few days.

All of this happened after Wei Zhao returned.

Ying Zhi and Ying Yin have made many moves, and he needs to be on guard.

Did Wei Zhao not want to kill him?

But all this time, he has been unable to find a flaw in Wei Zhao's defenses.

Ying Zhi was imprisoned, and Ying Yin was also sent out of the capital.

His suppressed unease grew heavier and heavier.

Emperor Yingqian's eyes were deep and somber.

He thought that regardless of whether Wei Zhao was truly weak, he should ensure that Wei Zhao's journey would not end, thus eliminating future troubles.

Otherwise, how can one have peace of mind?
How could he sleep soundly?

He finally met Wei Zhao.

They also met four elderly men with white hair, and a large group of people behind them.

Leaning against the dragon throne with his elbows on his knees, Emperor Yingqian, whose dragon robe had become slightly wrinkled from scratching himself while applying medicine recently due to an itch, suddenly felt a twitch in his eyelids.

He didn't even have a chance to make trouble for Wei Zhao.

Marquis Yangdu then jumped out.

"Your Majesty!"

A deep shout.

"The Book of Rites, Yuzao, says: 'When the emperor sits, he must be in a comfortable position.' Now Your Majesty, with your feet dangling and knees bent, loses the majesty of the emperor and goes against the teachings of the sages!"

Duke Xianguo continued to jump out.

He was old, but his voice was very loud.

"Your Majesty—"

"Dress properly!"

"Sit upright!"

"Restrain your indulgent and unrestrained heart!"

(End of this chapter)