The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 548 Brother, am I loyal enough?

He seemed to want to say something but hesitated.

Something's very wrong.

Wei Zhao was also unaware.

but……

He looked at Wei Fengyuan and kindly reminded him, "Uncle, why don't you think about what you've been doing in private, so you can come and ask me?"

Wei Fengyuan: ...

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling on his brother and sister-in-law in front of him.

Finally, he spoke slowly.

"You...have a good father."

The group boarded the carriage of the Duke of Shunguo's residence.

The news of Ying Yi's death has already spread like wildfire in the capital.

The residents of the street were talking about it endlessly.

"Is that person really gone?"

“Then… poor young master, he has lost his mother, and now even his only protector, his father, is gone.”

"Shh, keep your voice down? What prince? That's clearly the son of a criminal."

Ning Suqian lowered the curtain and said coldly, "Indeed, the world is cold and heartless. Even the Prince of Yan and the others died... without any dignity. They were branded with crimes that could not be cleared. Who still remembers the contributions they made to the Great Jin?"

"I wonder how many more years that child, Fuyan, will live."

But what can we do?

These people may appear respectable on the surface, and even if they want to offer relief, they are under the authority of the emperor and can hardly protect themselves.

Wei Fengyuan played with the dagger in his hand and sighed.

"Return to your place."

Wei Zhao looked over.

Wei Fengyuan leaned against the carriage wall: "When I die in a few days, you must cry miserably."

The King of Yan died in a way that was hardly dignified.

"I love you so much."

Ning Suqian's face darkened: "Why is Uncle cursing himself?"

Ning Suqian didn't even dare to think about what would happen if something happened to Wei Fengyuan.

Wei Zhao:? ? ?
Putting this in perspective, it doesn't seem like something a composed uncle would say so carelessly.

Wei Fengxing scolded, "Don't scare them."

He spoke gently to his wife and son, telling them to prepare.

As the matriarch of the household, Su Chan should be aware of this. Although Gui Zhi is young, as a member of the Wei family, he should be tempered.

he knows.

"Just like... the Prince of Yan."

Upon hearing this, Wei Zhao slightly raised his eyes.

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Once the year-end is over...

The Wei family army was once again urged by the emperor to go to the border.

The journey to the capital seemed normal, as if the death of the Prince of Yan had left little impact.

But the court officials had their own judgment; how could they not know that this matter was likely in accordance with the emperor's wishes?

Perhaps... it is still an imperial decree.

How could they not break out in a cold sweat, thinking the emperor was heartless and intolerant?

Days passed by one by one.

Early in the morning, after paying his respects to his parents in the main courtyard, Wei Zhao went out to the Imperial Academy.

The carriage was already waiting outside, and he bent down to enter.

But they stopped halfway through their journey because someone was blocking their way.

Then they crawled up.

Xiao Huaiyan sat down casually: "I heard that the Imperial Academy has some new students this year. They're juniors from the hometown of the pedantic old minister, Duke Xian."

"I haven't had a chance to ask for the specifics yet, but I heard that the man's surname is Jia, and he's five years older than you and me."

Wei Zhao remained silent.

Xiao Huaiyan: "In previous years, the Duke of Shun's mansion would return to Yiling to pay respects to their ancestors during the Spring Festival. Why didn't they set off this year?"

Wei Zhao glanced at him only, then instructed the driver to continue on the way and lowered his head to read.

Xiao Huaiyan moved even closer.

Why haven't you gone out these past few days?

"You've been avoiding me whenever I try to reach you?"

Wei Zhao said indifferently, "I find you annoying."

Xiao Huaiyan: ? ? ?
No, I did something to upset you!
However, he couldn't be bothered to argue with Wei Zhao.

Have you noticed anything unusual lately?

Wei Zhao paused slightly as he turned the page.

Could it be that Marquis Zhongyong also told Xiao Huaiyan?

While I was pondering this.

Xiao Huaiyan: "You know Princess Jiashan, right? She's the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Qingyuan and the Empress Dowager's niece." Wei Zhao: ...

As expected, he had worried unnecessarily.

"know."

"Her husband's writing is exceptionally good; every word reveals his profound knowledge and wisdom."

Unfortunately, Gu Fuju was not recognized for his talents and his official career was not smooth.

However, Wei Zhao believed that such a person would eventually rise to prominence in officialdom.

"Why are you talking about her husband instead of her?"

Xiao Huaiyan glanced at Wei Zhao.

"Princess Jiashan used to be very arrogant, looking down on everyone and rarely giving anyone face. After the New Year, she became exceptionally approachable."

"Just the other day, the wife of the Prefectural Magistrate of the Capital went to a gold shop to buy jewelry and accidentally bumped into her. Surprisingly, she did not blame her."

"She even paid the money to the wife of the Prefectural Magistrate with a wave of her hand. She then browsed the shop three times, looking at the jewelry inside again and again, and finally left empty-handed."

"No matter what they say, none of them are good enough for her daughter. The top jewelry shop in the capital disappointed her greatly."

Wei Zhao didn't care about this matter.

To him, they were just insignificant people.

Wei Zhao replied indifferently, "The Marquis of Zhongyong's mansion has no connection with her, so why are you paying attention to her now?"

"What's all the fuss about?"

Xiao Huaiyan: "I'm still keeping an eye on that bastard Ying Zhi."

At this point, Xiao Huaiyan became very excited.

“He has been fawning over Yao’s eldest daughter these days.”

“That one from the Yao family… was engaged to the heir of the Prince of Yan before.”

“Even the eldest daughter of the Yao family doesn’t bother with him, but Ying Zhi insists on pursuing her. Yesterday, he even stopped her, saying that he wanted to marry her and that he would get the Emperor to arrange the engagement. You didn’t see how the eldest daughter of the Yao family immediately turned pale and told him to have some self-respect.”

Wei Zhao was not interested in any of these things.

But Xiao Huaiyan kept talking non-stop.

"I've heard that most of the princes and grandsons of the Ying family throughout history, when they were over twenty, had many women around them and were not restrained, so they couldn't perform sexually."

"His Majesty had already taken drugs a long time ago. It was just for entertainment."

"How old is Yingzhi? If I remember correctly, he's the same age as you. The Imperial Household Department hasn't assigned him any maids yet, which shows he's not fully developed. That scoundrel of his isn't good enough, but he's quite curious about these things. He secretly groped all the maids serving him in the room."

This put Xiao Huaiyan in a difficult position.

After all, he's the real playboy.

He can't do it.

Wei Zhao found him too noisy.

"Have you said enough?"

Xiao Huaiyan was puzzled.

Why is it that every time I bring up these things, you refuse to listen?

Wei Zhao frowned in disgust: "Filthy language."

Xiao Huaiyan: "Don't you want to know why I know so much about my family members needing to take drugs in the future?"

"Do not want to know."

Xiao Huaiyan rummaged in his sleeve and pulled out a gilded porcelain box with a lotus scroll pattern, no bigger than the palm of his hand.

You need to know!

"Guess what's hidden inside?"

Wei Zhao's patience ran out: "If you say another word, get out."

Xiao Huaiyan: ? ? ?
You're so heartless!

He shouted to Wei Zhao!
"The medicine I stole from the palace!"

Wei Zhao:? ? ?
A sense of absurdity flashed in his eyes.

I finally got a little interested.

What will you do with it?

Wei Zhao: "Give it to your father?"

Wei Zhao rarely raised his eyelids, and praised him quietly: "Filial son."

Xiao Huaiyan: ? ? ?
"It's not for my dad!"

"Wei Zhao!"

"This is for you!"

Wei Zhao:? ? ?
He was so angry he almost laughed.

Xiao Huaiyan: "I'm quite worried about you."

"No matter what, Ying Zhi is definitely interested in women."

"Among my classmates who are about the same age, everyone smiles when they talk about their families arranging marriages for them at an early age."

"Look at yourself! Among the girls in the capital, have you ever paid them even the slightest attention?"

Do you know who is the most beautiful?

You didn't notice! You even avoided it!
Is this normal?!
Do you know what it means to cherish and pity a beautiful woman?

Xiao Huaiyan stuffed the medicine into Wei Zhao's arms: "Save it for later."

"You'll need it someday!"

Tell me, am I loyal enough, brother?