The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 93 Why are you still thinking about other people?

The weather is perfect; if we set off now without delay, we can enter the county before curfew.

Yu Tingwan kept track of the time and walked quickly on her way back.

Hui Niang had been waiting for a long time. After tidying up everything, she went to keep watch over Wei Zhao. When she saw the young lady come in, she hurriedly went to greet her.

"Is it going well?"

She had just learned from the shopkeeper that getting a travel permit would be difficult, and she had been feeling uneasy ever since.

Yu Tingwan took out the travel permit and waved it: "Everything is done."

There was no one else in the room, so Hui Niang handed the money pouch in her arms to the girl.

“This is all the money we have. We’ve taken it all with us this time, so you should keep it. Getting travel permits, meals, and staying at inns will all cost money, so we can’t let you pay for it. The betrothal gifts we gave you before are for you; keep them for yourself. Although there’s not much money here, I’m getting old and I’m worried about leaving it with you. It’s safer to leave it with you.”

The money pouch was still warm from Hui Niang's body.

I'm afraid she's kept it close to her heart these past few days, not daring to let it out of her sight.

He gave her his entire fortune.

Yu Tingwan felt a mix of emotions.

"We're not short of money, and we have plenty of medicinal herbs..."

Hui Niang retorted, "It hasn't been sold yet! It's hard to say how much it will sell for. I'm afraid the pharmacy will try to lower the price. Besides, we'll need money for the journey."

Upon hearing this, Yu Tingwan didn't act coy and carefully hid it away.

After all, there are many thieves outside.

Just then, a loud bang was heard.

It was the sound of porcelain falling to the ground across the street, followed by a woman's high-pitched voice.

"I've been taking care of the housework and raising the children at home, and I've never seen you be considerate. I thought you were always reserved, but it turns out you've been spending all your attention on other bitches!"

"If someone hadn't told me they saw you at the inn, I wouldn't have believed it!"

"What did you tell me? You said you went out to discuss business!"

"Dealing business with someone else's wife in a bed at an inn?"

"You spend money on her, buy her bracelets, buy her gold chains, how romantic! Who gave you the guts? Ah! Don't forget you're a live-in son-in-law!"

Yu Tingwan sighed.

Before the onlookers could surround them, Hui Niang and she helped Wei Zhao, who was lying on the couch, to get out.

Although she only heard a few words, the witty Yu Tingwan gained a lot of insights.

After settling Wei Zhao on the oxcart, she showed him the hidden arrow, stuffed some wildflowers she had just picked by the roadside into his arms, and then went ahead to ride horses with Hui Niang.

The girl's thoughts were very simple.

She was willing to put in the effort for Wei Shen.

I can't afford a bracelet, I can't afford a gold chain.

Wildflowers are free!

She can even deliver every day!
The wheels rolled forward once again.

Wei Zhao lowered his eyelids and first looked at the hidden arrow.

You don't even need to look at it; you can tell it's made with care just by handling it.

It's suitable for her.

Yue Shan asked curiously, "Uncle Shen, what is this?"

Wei Zhao didn't even look at him: "Want to know?"

Yue Shan nodded emphatically.

Wei Zhao casually tossed the hidden arrow aside, his gaze fixed on the wildflower in his hand.

The girl picked it too forcefully, and the petals were crushed, leaving only a few broken pieces.

It has absolutely no aesthetic appeal.

How could she possibly give it away?

Wei Zhao scoffed at it.

He glanced at Yue Shan.

"want to?"

Yue Shan stared at the hidden arrow, somewhat shyly asking, "Is...is it alright?"

Wei Zhao: What do you think?

He rubbed his fingertips against the wildflower; good, another petal fell.

Wei Zhao frowned, his tone somewhat displeased: "If you want it, have your wife deliver it."

He said quietly, "Why are you still thinking about other people?"

Yue Shan: ? ? ?
As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Zhao seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up at the street corner in the distance. Just now, someone had been looking in their direction.

But there's no one there right now.

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"I already told you, you're mistaken. How could my stepmother possibly come to town?"

Hu Dalang had just pulled Hu Yaozu away.

The two mingled in the crowd.

“I also took a quick look. The girl was so dark-skinned, and her profile did resemble Wan Niang somewhat, but Wan Niang was so fair-skinned.”

Hu Dalang glanced at the dejected Hu Yaozu.

"If you ask me, you just miss her too much. That's why you see her in everyone you meet."

Over the years, Yaozu has been in love with Yu Tingwan. How could he, as her older brother, not see that?

Hu Dalang joked, "I reckon the mountain roads will be reopened tomorrow, and we can go back. That will ease your longing."

Hu Yaozu, however, did not blush as usual.

He was still wearing that student uniform, looking clean and refreshing with a strong scholarly air.

I'm feeling a bit preoccupied right now.

After having New Year's Eve dinner at Master Zizai's house, he started acting strangely.

Hu Yaozu pursed his lips, his thoughts in turmoil.

At the dinner table that day, the Master spoke many heartfelt words.

He is said to have a deep understanding of literature and a natural talent for reading, which will surely lead to great achievements in the future.

He was the one who was most valued among the group of students.

Ask him if he is married.

He also mentioned that he had a daughter in his family who was of marriageable age.

The master wanted to take him as his son-in-law.

Hu Yaozu's mind was in turmoil. He neither agreed nor refused outright, only vaguely saying that he needed to consult his parents first.

He is not a pedantic person.

If he had agreed to this marriage, with his father-in-law acting as matchmaker, his future path would have been smoother.
He couldn't deny that, amidst his shock, there was also a hint of smugness.

But he still had feelings for his stepmother.

He's been thinking about it for so many years, how could he be willing to let go?

Hu Yaozu suddenly stomped his foot.

A thought sprouted from the terrifying darkness in my mind.

Can't he have both?

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As dusk fell, the group entered the county town before curfew was imposed. Instead of looking for an inn, they headed straight for the largest clinic in the town.

Lanterns hung outside the clinic, and the inside was brightly lit.

Unlike the quiet clinics in town, this one was packed with people.

Hui Niang glanced at the crowd and said worriedly, "With so many people, I don't know when it will be our turn."

Yu Tingwan didn't think that much about it.

"The large number of people indicates that the doctors inside are quite skilled, which is a good thing for us."

Hui Niang's eyes lit up: "Yes, that makes sense."

Yu Tingwan jumped off the carriage, intending to squeeze in and ask first.

Before she could go inside, a young apprentice brought the patient out and happened to see Wei Zhao looking listless on the oxcart.

Upon seeing the expression on the young apprentice's face, he knew things were going badly.

The young apprentice said to Yu Tingwan, "Unfortunately, there are only two doctors on duty tonight, and I don't know when they'll be busy. It's cold outside, so pull the oxcart and follow me through the back gate into the courtyard. There are private rooms there for patients to rest. Come with me to rest first."

Just as the group left, the sound of horses' hooves approached from afar and finally stopped in front of the clinic.

Rong Di jumped down first, urging, "Hurry up, I'm waiting for you to save my life."

The military doctor on horseback, carrying a medicine box, glanced at the clinic with a stern face.

He was on his way to Ze County with the general's coffin, and he was just lamenting the impermanence of life with his deputy general Chi Yu when Rong Di, who appeared out of nowhere, snatched him onto his horse.

His tone was cold.

"Rong Di, don't think that just because you've won Wei Zhao's favor, you can talk back to me like that!"

“Back when Wei Zhao was studying medicine, I used to hit him on the head with a ruler!”

"I can handle him, so how could I not deal with you!"