The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 51 Share the Bed with Me

It took six months to remove the remaining toxins.

Yu Tingwan looked at her with suspicion: ? ? ?
If that's the case, then your mental illness wasn't caused by the fall; it was something you already had.

"And what about the traitor?"

Wei Zhao twitched the corner of his mouth, his tone light and airy, yet it sent chills down one's spine.

"He..."

“He was eaten by Fu Meng. First, they bit off his leg, then tore off his arm, and finally his head. His body was cut into pieces, and even the bones were chewed up and swallowed.”

At that moment, Wei Zhao was sitting in a chair brewing tea, allowing the soldiers of the Wei family army to see clearly the consequences of betraying him.

Yu Tingwan: ...

The imagery is vivid.

Seeing that the girl remained silent, Wei Zhao assumed that she had frightened her.

He clearly wanted to die, but now a slight, elusive pleasure was stirring within him.

Wei Zhao pulled Yu Tingwan's hand and pressed it against his chest.

The current medication is not suitable for him. Even though he has to reapply the medication every day, the wound does not heal and becomes increasingly red, swollen, and hideous.

The touch was unfamiliar, yet warm.

Yu Tingwan dared not touch it; her fingertips trembled as she deliberately avoided it, fearing that her hand might be too rough and cause the wound to bleed.

Wei Zhao, however, wouldn't let her move.

He lowered his eyelids and spoke calmly.

"This is……"

He suddenly smiled.

"I stabbed myself."

Dust billowed from the battlefield, and a lone crow cried from a branch. The sounds of drums, fighting, and clashing weapons, along with screams, still echoed deafeningly in our ears.

Amidst the billowing smoke, severed limbs and broken bodies were everywhere. Arrows flew wildly through the air, and he, too, was blinded by rage.

The enemy's momentum has completely collapsed.

The voices of strategists and the drumbeats of victory were all around him.

The young general looked up at the azure sky.

Who would have thought that Wei Zhao, the most renowned general in the capital, was nothing but a joke?

The Cloud-Piercing Spear, which he had used to slay foreign enemies for many years, its sharp tip gleaming with a cold light, was pointed at him for the first time.

Clad in armor, he gripped the gun and slowly pushed it into his chest, piercing his body. Blood splattered everywhere, and he fell into a pool of blood.

But he didn't die; instead, he ended up here.

Wei Zhao looked at Yu Tingwan with a deep gaze, trying to see panic and fear in her eyes.

No.

She looked at Wei Zhao's injury with gentle eyes.

The injuries were so severe and shocking; one can only imagine how dangerous the situation was and how much suffering they endured.

Yu Tingwan leaned closer and carefully blew on the ugly wound. When she looked up at him again, the tenderness in her eyes seemed genuine.

"It must have hurt a lot back then."

Wei Zhaoding stood there, stunned.

He was always surrounded by people praising him.

He was said to be a promising young man, brave and skilled in battle.

They said he was born to protect his country.

Even when he was injured and poisoned, and returned victorious, all he ever heard was...

"As expected of General Wei, he's truly outstanding."

These people only care about the results and never pay attention to the hardships he endured along the way.

This was the first time someone had ever asked him if he was in pain.

Wei Zhao's throat tightened, and he found the absurdity laughable.

But he didn't stay in a daze for long.

After wiping his upper body, the girl went to pull down his underwear.

Wei Zhao's eyelids twitched, and he leaned back.

"This won't work."

Yu Tingwan: "I don't care."

Wei Zhao met her innocent gaze and could no longer bear it: "But I do care."

Ah, besides the amulet, there are other items you care about.

Oh.

Your innocence is proven.

And some were broken...

Yu Tingwan quickly withdrew her hand.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."

She forgot for a moment!

Yu Tingwan: "Then when Father comes back, he'll let you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wei Zhao had already put on his inner clothes and was looking at him intently.

Forget it.

She hurt Wei Zhao's pride.

"Are you hungry?" "No."

Yu Tingwan: "Then you wash your feet."

After Yu Tingwan took the basin out, prepared hot water, and tidied herself up, Wei Zhao had already lay down with his back against her, refusing to communicate.

The girl blew out the kerosene lamp, took off her shoes, and climbed into bed.

The blanket was just as comfortable as she had imagined.

At this moment, Wei Shouzhong returned and spoke in hushed tones with Huiniang outside. Beside her, Wei Zhao breathed softly, and Yu Tingwan felt a sense of peace she had never experienced before.

She pressed her hands on the pillow and looked at the person beside her.

Even though it was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

Yu Tingwan moved closer and closer to him.

Can I hold your hand while we sleep?

As the girl approached, a faint, delicate fragrance wafted from her body.

It smells good.

She's so poor, she probably can't afford face powder.

Wei Zhao closed his eyes and said coldly, "No."

Ok.

Yu Tingwan pursed her lips.

But after a while...

"Could you warm my feet?"

When her mother was still alive, she would always use her calves to hold her cold little feet and warm them up.

But I was rejected again.

"No."

Wei Zhao, with his eyes closed, said calmly, "Speak again, and you'll be sleeping on the floor."

Yu Tingwan: ?
She found it hard to believe that Wei Zhao could say such heartless things.

She frowned, hurt: "Why should I sleep on the floor?"

Wei Zhao said listlessly, "I'm injured, you're too close."

Yu Tingwan understood.

This is something to be mindful of.

She retreated little by little, widening the distance between them.

Wei Zhao: "Turn your head around."

Yu Tingwan objected: "Why is that? How is it bothering you if I sleep right next to you?"

You've really been spoiled rotten.

Yu Tingwan decided not to argue with him and said softly, "I'll sleep on the outside. If you need anything, just call me. If you want water, I'll bring it to you. If you need to get up at night, I'll go with you. I'll take care of you so that nothing happens to you in the dark."

At this point, she asked Wei Zhao, "How is it?"

"not so good."

Yu Tingwan pretended not to hear Wei Zhao's words and continued, "Getting a wife is still very necessary, isn't it?"

No need.

"Don't worry, I'm a good sleeper, so just give me half the bed. We won't cross the line, and I won't touch you."

Wei Zhao then uttered a muffled "Mm".

Yu Tingwan's eyes shone brightly, as if sprinkled with stars, and she couldn't help but imagine the future.

"Husband, why don't you go to town and become a storyteller? I heard it's a lucrative job."

“The wealthy people in town go there for entertainment, and they have to pay two coins for each listen.”

“My husband should repeat to them everything he told me before, and then make up some nonsense. Surely someone will be willing to pay to support him.”

"If business is good, my mother and I will set up a stall on the side and sell tea, wontons, and roasted peanuts and melon seeds that we have prepared at home."

This is much more profitable than her picking herbs in the mountains.

The more Yu Tingwan talked about it, the more feasible it seemed.

However, we can't rush this; we have to wait until Wei Shen recovers before considering these things.

She changed her position. Normally she should be asleep by this time, but the girl was not sleepy at all.

I don't know if it's because I'm not used to having another person around.

But no matter what she said, Wei Zhao ignored her.

Yu Tingwan touched the pillow, then touched the blanket.

She then shifted to a more comfortable position and lay down.

This is anything but peaceful.

Finally, the room quieted down.

Wei Zhao's furrowed brows relaxed, but the next moment, the girl suddenly sat up.

"Wei Shen".

Yu Tingwan, who prided herself on being a virtuous wife, asked softly, "How was my performance in bed?"

Small Theater:

Wei Zhao remained silent.
Is this the kind of thing a young woman should say?
Yu Tingwan: "I think it's great."

She glanced at the uncooperative Wei Zhao: "You're not quite up to it."

(End of this chapter)