The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 521 I didn't even have a single day... to cherish her.

The image became blurry.

Yu Tingwan saw the familiar tombstone once again.

She saw that Jiashan's face was deathly pale, as if she couldn't accept it, and she fell to the ground.

Is this... the follow-up to what I've seen many times before?

Jiashan tried to reach out and touch the tombstone, but when his fingertips touched the cold engravings, he recoiled as if burned.

"Qingying, my Qingying."

She couldn't take it anymore, her vision went black, and she fainted.

The servants were in complete disarray.

When she woke up again, she was in a carriage. As soon as Jiashan opened her eyes, crystal tears rolled down her cheeks.

Gu Fuju arrived at some unknown time and raised his hand to pour water.

"The tombstone is empty."

"It was too late when I arrived."

He still wore his usual jade belt, meticulous and dignified as always.

The teapot had long been emptied, and water overflowed from the cup, dripping down the edge of the table.

The usually dignified Grand Tutor, his robes now soaked in tea stains, remained in the posture of pouring water, lost in thought, oblivious to the fact that he was still pouring water.

"Wei's army, our people, and the Marquis of Zhongyong's mansion have been searching in that river for so many days."

But we can't get it.

“She looks like you. She doesn’t usually dress up or wear much makeup, but she’s extremely concerned about her appearance. This child harbors resentment towards us, and after being in the water for so many days, she doesn’t want to appear disheveled. I suppose she… doesn’t want us to see her.”

Jiashan dared not listen any further.

"why is it like this?"

She was overcome with grief.

After the chaos in the capital, Yingzhi forced the emperor to abdicate, and a tug-of-war ensued for several days.

With victory seemingly imminent, Emperor Yingqian laughed uncontrollably before being beheaded, leaving behind a single sentence. This caused Gu Fuju, who should have been in the court conducting reorganizations, to abruptly leave the capital without a word.

Jiashan immediately sensed something was wrong.

Not long ago, Gu Fuju saw Wei Zhao return, and he couldn't hide the joy on his face.

Gu Fuju didn't say it explicitly, but after being husband and wife for many years, Jia Shan had a vague guess from just a glance.

However, she has been particularly anxious these past few days, especially after learning that Gu Fuju had gone to Zexian County.

even……

Gu Fuju's trusted confidants at the mansion also prepared a carriage for her.

"—Your Majesty, the Grand Tutor has departed ahead of you; you should also set off."

She was struggling to breathe, yet she still held onto hope.

But Qingying went to pick her up and take her home.
However, she began to have doubts again.

But the previous guess was wrong. If Qingying had news, why would Gu Fuju be one step ahead of her, afraid of being late?
Jiashan dared not think too much about it.

She never imagined that after traveling so far, all she would see was a cold, lifeless tombstone.

The soil on top was freshly turned, indicating that the structure had only been erected recently.

How could she believe it?

Therefore, she spoke coldly and refused to acknowledge it. But the truth struck her like a blow to the head, forcing her to believe it.

Jia Shan was a noblewoman from a high-ranking family. Her hairpins were always perfectly straight, and her clothes were always wrinkle-free. She even used a silk handkerchief to cover her tears, afraid of smudging her rouge.

But now she is heartbroken, her face covered in tears.

"I just found her."

She asked very softly.

You're telling me she's gone?

Gu Fuju's back was hunched, as if he had aged several years.

"I've been waiting for this day every day, but what I've finally achieved is this day?"

Gu Fuju closed his eyes in pain, tears glistening there, and could no longer speak.

In the end, he was simply incompetent.

The golden phoenix hairpin on Jiashan's head rustled with the beads as her body trembled, the sound crisp and clear, but she found it jarring, as if it were laughter.

Enraged, she ripped it off and threw it at the car wall.

The moment the golden phoenix hairpin fell to the ground and broke its wing, she suddenly rushed to the window and retched, spitting out half a mouthful of bloody foam.

Gu Fuju's eyes trembled: "Madam!"

Jia Shan, disregarding everything else, gripped Gu Fuju's collar tightly and sternly tried to say something.

But out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a tombstone not far away.

She suddenly fell silent, afraid of disturbing her beloved child whom she had never even seen since birth.

Jiashan collapsed as if all his strength had been drained.

She murmured very softly.

"I didn't even have a single day... a single day to cherish her."

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Yu Tingwan watched all this, feeling utterly powerless and overwhelmed with mixed emotions, unable to bear watching any longer.

She vaguely heard someone calling her from behind, asking why she hadn't woken up yet.

But why would she want to wake up?
Yu Tingwan trapped herself in her memories. Without hesitation, she strode forward.

She finally saw Wei Zhao from her past life.

The floods were severe, and the river was murky and filled with all sorts of things. He pulled one corpse after another from the river.

But none of them were Yu Tingwan.

At that time, Wei Zhao's right arm was still not fully healed from being soaked in water; it was red, swollen, and the flesh was torn open.

Everyone gave up; even Gu Fuju erected a new grave, while Wei Zhao spent another half a month searching for the body.

They wouldn't rest until they saw the body.

"enough!"

Xiao Huaiyan couldn't stand it anymore.

"Your sister-in-law is gone, are you going to die too?"

Wei Zhao ignored him.

She's so clean and sensitive to the cold, how could she stand being soaked in icy, dirty water?
Until Wei Zhao's body could no longer hold on, he collapsed completely and fell seriously ill. All his energy and spirit were completely stripped away with this illness.

Gu Fuju came over.

She said nothing, leaving only an embroidered shoe behind.

The bloodstains on the embroidered shoes were still there. Wei Zhao had held them in his arms, trembling, but he smiled.

It turns out that when a person is in extreme pain, they can't cry.

Wei Zhao eventually went to the cemetery.

Ignoring everyone's objections, he dug up the coffin and opened it. He placed all of the girl's favorite jewelry and clothes inside.

And the tiger-head shoes that Yu Tingwan prepared for the little baby to ward off evil spirits and ensure safety.

She wasn't good at sewing, but she put a lot of effort into these tiger-head boots. The stitches were crooked and uneven, but the stitches themselves were exceptionally fine.

That's really ridiculous.

Throughout his life, he killed countless people and never believed in retribution.

Unexpectedly, the price was Yu Tingwan and her unborn child.

If only I had known... If only I had known...

Unfortunately, just as the girl said, there's never a chance to start over.
He is also...untrustworthy.

They are not worth relying on.

After doing all this, Wei Zhao stood silently in place, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The next instant, he drew the large sword from Rong Di's waist.

Without hesitation, without trembling, without even closing his eyes.

Wei Zhao was afraid that the gruesome injury on his right arm would frighten Yu Tingwan.

Despite the fact that she usually bullies him, the girl has never been very bold.

Wei Zhao simply watched calmly as the blade pierced through flesh, severed tendons, and shattered bones. Blood splattered onto the coffin, like splashes of ink painting on red plum blossoms.

His left arm was cut off and buried with him in the coffin.

"Wei Zhao!"

"General!"

He moved too fast; no one could stop him.

"You're crazy! Doesn't it hurt?"

Seeing him bleeding profusely, Xiao Huaiyan rushed over, but the bleeding couldn't be stopped, and his face turned pale.

Does it hurt?

It's good that it hurts; it feels like Yu Tingwan is tugging at his sleeve.

It seems as if the person is still here.

Ignoring everything else, Wei Zhao lightly touched the tiger-head shoes with his fingertips. His voice was hoarse yet exceptionally gentle.

"Father's bones are hard...do they hurt?"

There was no way to respond.

"Don't be afraid, Father's hands will hold you tight this time."