The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 528 The Wei Family, Destined for Everlasting Prosperity
Saving up her energy was a subtle way of telling her to stop talking.

But before she could finish speaking, she heard Ning Suchan ask Yu Tingwan.

Are you thirsty?

Yu Tingwan shook her head: "I'm not thirsty."

Ning Suchan took a bag of snacks from the old woman behind her.

"I bought chestnuts on the way, want some?"

Yu Tingwan: "Did you peel the meat?"

"Peel it."

Ning Suchan: "Can you please behave yourself?"

Yu Tingwan was very obedient: "I listen to my mother-in-law the most."

Ning Suchan sneered.

"Just take this as me believing you."

The woman looked bewildered: ? ? ?
Not to mention them, even the clan elders who had been paying attention to what was happening behind them were extremely surprised.

He looked at the ever-changing Ning Suchan, and then at the ever-changing Wei Zhao.

Laughed.

The ancestral hall, with its blue bricks and gray tiles, stands majestically, its upturned eaves resembling a phoenix spreading its wings.

A plaque hangs from the beam, bearing the four powerful characters "Ancestral Virtue Endures Fame," showcasing the family's past glory.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door of the ancestral hall, the vermilion-lacquered beams and pillars gleamed as if new. The bronze candlesticks on the offering table were polished to a shine, and the ancestral tablets carved from ebony were densely packed together.

People worship here every day; incense smoke curls from the censer, the offerings are as fresh as ever, and the pastries are imprinted with auspicious patterns.

Ning Suchan stood in the center of the ancestral hall, her back as straight as a pine tree. Holding incense in both hands, she calmly gazed at the layers of memorial tablets, her voice low but clear.

"With the ancestors of the Wei family above, Ning Suchan returns home with her son and daughter-in-law."

She turned slightly to the side, making way for Shen Jin behind her.

"This is the person my uncle Jingyuan personally wrote in the family genealogy before his death, but he was unable to welcome into the family."

“Grandparents, take a good look. She is the second wife of our Duke of Shun’s mansion.”

Shen Jin accepted the incense, curtsied, and knelt on the prayer mat, her skirt spreading out like an ink lotus, bowing deeply. The jade pendant at her waist, identical to Ning Suchan's, tapped lightly on the ground, producing a crisp sound.

Wei Zhao helped Yu Tingwan kneel down on the prayer mat specially prepared by the clan elders, and then knelt down on the ground beside him, lifting his robe.

"Thanks to the blessings of our ancestors, the world was restored to order, and the Wei family endured humiliation and carried a heavy burden of hatred, which was finally avenged."

“The unworthy descendant Wei Zhao, along with his new wife Yu, pays respects to our ancestors.”

Yu Tingwan's voice was clear and crisp, and her words were articulated: "The new bride, Yu, pays respects to our ancestors."

The clan elder did not enter the ancestral hall, but sat on a stone bench outside to wait, with a cane on the table.

After arriving here, he dismissed Wei Zhao's uncles, aunts, and other relatives who had accompanied him, and cleared out all the younger generation.

For a moment, I could finally have some peace and quiet.

The clan elders are getting old and their hands and feet are not as nimble as they used to be.

He raised his hand and poured two cups of tea, some of which spilled out.

"Everyone says I have a blessed family, but those brats are always hanging around under my nose, it's really a headache to see them."

I don't know who he was saying this to.

"But back then I thought Feng Xing and Jingyuan were too cautious."

But what's wrong with being steady and reliable?
The clan elder said, "Guizhi resembles his father and also his uncle."

"But I think they're more successful than them."

"The Wei family is destined for lasting prosperity."

As he spoke, he flipped his wrist, and amber-colored tea was poured from left to right onto the bluestone slab.

One cup.

Another cup.

"Try it, it's Junshan Yinzhen, your brothers' favorite drink."

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The fine sand in the hourglass slips away silently; time flies, and seasons change.

The Royal Study Room of the Imperial Palace.

Ying Fuyan, dressed in a dragon robe, asked, "Are you also asking for leave?"

Xiao Huaiyan, dressed in official robes, had a perfectly valid reason: "If Wei Zhao can do it, why can't I?"

Ying Fuyan glanced at Wei Zhao, who was bent over packing official documents and preparing to return home: "His sister-in-law is about to give birth, and he's worried about her."

"What are you comparing yourself to him for? You should look at Ning Yunling. He's never late or absent from the Censorate; he's very well-behaved." "How could he not be well-behaved?"

Xiao Huaiyan laughed in exasperation.

“You’ve also sent the second son of the Lu family to the Censorate. He’s finally made some progress with the Lu family’s daughter. Although it’s not settled yet, the Ningguo Marquis’s Mansion and the Lu family will eventually become in-laws. Do you think he’ll dare to cause trouble in front of his brother-in-law?”

So insidious!
Ying Fuyan coughed a few times and leaned back: "Don't blame me. The Lu family's son is just as upright as Old Master Lu. If he wants to go to the Censorate, can I stop him?"

Xiao Huaiyan also knew that this arrangement was excellent.

He cleared his throat and announced cheerfully, "I forgot to mention, my wife is pregnant."

"Forgot what? You've said it three times already."

"I'm not just emphasizing this, I'm just afraid you'll forget."

Ying Fuyan: ...

He was puzzled and couldn't understand: "You're taking leave so you can stay home and stabilize the pregnancy for her?"

"Could it be that Wei Zhao can bear children for his sister-in-law?"

Wei Zhao slowly raised his eyes: "Don't argue."

Xiao Huaiyan was about to protest.

Wei Zhao: "If I'm not here, there are always people eager to help with the official duties. Who will take your place if you're not here?"

Xiao Huaiyan was taken aback.

After Wei Zhao left, he went to find someone without saying a word.

"He Xuran!"

He Xuran wrote furiously, so busy that he didn't even look up.

"I have a favor to ask of you."

Xiao Huaiyan suggested, "I think you really enjoy having others do your work for you, so why don't you take over mine as well?"

I have never seen anyone so shameless.

He Xuran looked up in astonishment.

Do you think I'm sick?

Xiao Huaiyan: "You can get sick for a while."

Xiao Huaiyan seemed to remember something: "What did you think of the girl that the Empress Dowager and Princess Jiashan chose for you yesterday?"

"not bad."

He Xuran was quite satisfied.

I'm interested in getting to know them again.

Xiao Huaiyan: "Not bad? Even now that she's become the Minister of the Imperial Secretariat, she hasn't forgotten her old ways, complaining about how her father was in such a hurry to attend the morning court that his buttons were askew?"

"Is this contradictory? Disrespecting the emperor in front of the palace is a great act of disrespect."

Xiao Huaiyan couldn't believe his ears: "But you impeached her father, and then you impeached her too!"

He Xuran still didn't think anything of it.

"That's because I learned that her father always changed his official robes in the carriage. He came in a hurry because he had reserved the best carriage in the mansion for her. The carriage he changed to had a wheel accident halfway there, and he was afraid of being late, so he ran all the way here."

He Xuran stated matter-of-factly: "The morning court session is important. If she hadn't accepted, this wouldn't have happened. Is it wrong for her to not be considerate of her father?"

Xiao Huaiyan's gaze was off.

He felt that He Xuran might have been overwhelmed by the mess in the court and gone mad.

You think you can marry someone like that?
You're lucky the girl didn't come over and slap you.

The Duke of Shun's Mansion.

Wei Zhao had already hired three midwives and a female physician. The room next door had also been specially prepared for childbirth. But he was still uneasy.

Her belly hung heavily in front of her, making every step feel like walking on cotton. Yu Tingwan's heavy body made everything inconvenient.

If it weren't for Elder Ge's suggestion that pregnant women should move around more to facilitate childbirth, Yu Tingwan would never have liked to leave the house.

Yu Tingwan could sense his nervousness.

Wei Zhao could wake up even if she turned over in bed at night, let alone when she got up to get up in the middle of the night.

The baby's movements have been noticeable these past few days.

But Guai Guai is very sensible and always moves very gently, afraid of hurting her.

She nestled in Wei Zhao's arms for a midday nap, and seemed thoughtful when she woke up.

"It's gone up a bit."

Good food.

She pursed her lips and whispered, "Perhaps it's because the time is approaching, but even my little clothes sometimes feel a bit damp."