The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 122: I’ll Kill You!

With the commotion, everyone around looked over.

The long-faced lady’s expression turned awkward.

"This..."

She felt embarrassed and angry: "I didn’t say anything wrong!"

The woman behind her tugged at her: "Alright, we’re in the wrong here."

"Why are you pulling me?"

The long-faced lady shouted loudly: "Her man is bedridden, useless and wasting money. Can’t others speak the truth?"

Yu Tingwan said coldly: "Yes, my husband is severely injured and is currently undergoing treatment, but so what?"

"Did it cost your family money?"

"Why are you so upset?"

Yu Tingwan: "Mind you, my husband was once part of the Wei Family Army, defending the country, and his wounds were sustained at the border. It’s already difficult for a family to bear the burden when someone is unwell, and an outsider’s words could easily shatter them. What? Do we owe you anything? Who are you, a crude woman with long hair and short knowledge, to gossip?"

Hearing he was with the Wei Family Army, the onlookers’ expressions soured, their eyes filled with reproach as they looked at those people.

"Your words are really unpleasant!"

"Yes, did they offend you? To be spoken of so harshly? Are you proud to be loud, thinking the loudest voice is the most reasonable?"

Yu Tingwan was not planning to let her off: "Yes, it costs money, but saying he’s useless, I don’t accept that."

"My husband knows how to write, does your husband?"

The long-faced woman’s mind was a bit flustered: "What’s that got to do with you?"

"My husband can paint, can yours?"

The girl continued: "He knows how to play chess, does your man?"

"Oh right, my husband can also play the flute."

The first two were true, the last two she made up. When you’re out, you control your identity.

Yu Tingwan: "He can do everything."

Except for appearance...

"He has great skills."

"Your man can’t even compare to a strand of his hair."

Having said this, Yu Tingwan still felt unsatisfied and leisurely took out her sleeve arrow.

She looked down as she fiddled with it, speaking softly.

"I don’t want to argue with you."

Yu Tingwan looked down: "Let me study how to use this."

Softly: "I’ll kill you."

"You... you dare."

The long-faced woman had seen the power of a sleeve arrow firsthand and couldn’t help but step back a few steps.

Yu Tingwan mimicked her tone: "You... you just try and you’ll know."

As she spoke, she raised the sleeve arrow.

The girl closed her left eye, aiming.

Yu Tingwan smiled: "A live target for the first time, just right for me to practice."

And then...

There was no "then."

Yu Tingwan hadn’t had enough when that group of people ran away.

Watching their embarrassed backs, she sneered contemptuously.

"A paper tiger only dares to act fierce with words. They should think, would I really make a move in front of everyone?"

She also didn’t want to end up in prison.

The crowd: ...

Your stance earlier, not only frightened those people, but even we outsiders were scared.

Yu Tingwan bought fabric and couldn’t resist Hui Niang’s persuasion, so she went to the rouge shop and bought a box of rouge, but she didn’t buy a hairpin.

This trip could be considered fruitful.

The basket was full, not to mention Yu Tingwan carried large and small bags.

"It’s cold, let’s make mutton hotpot today."

Hui Niang: "I asked Doctor Qian, he said it’s good for Lang to eat, very nourishing."

"Put some of the dried mushrooms from home, add some fresh bamboo shoots, it’s very delicious, and if handled well, it won’t be gamy."

Yu Tingwan hadn’t tried this method of cooking.

But since Hui Niang said it’s good, it must be decent.

Stars sparkled in her eyes, just about to say something, but her gaze landed somewhere, and she couldn’t help but stop, unable to return to her senses for a long time.

Two people stood at the street corner. It was Yang Weiweng and a middle-aged man she didn’t recognize.

She was looking at the latter.

Still as tall as in her memory but aged a lot, his posture no longer as upright.

Back when her parents perished in a fire, it was this person who took pity on her, worked hard for her, and personally handed her over to Hu Dazhu.

Yu Tingwan still remembered how this person had squatted down before.

["This is your mother’s own brother, Uncle found him for you. Wan Niang must live well from now on so your parents can be at peace."]

Perhaps her gaze was too intense, the middle-aged man sensed something and looked over.

After their eyes met, he didn’t recognize her and looked away.

He asked: "Mr. Yang, do you know that girl? She’s been looking over here."

Yang Weiweng turned to look and recognized her.

"She should be looking for me."

Yang Weiweng sincerely said: "Consider what I’ve said. The situation is different now. When the court takes over, several cities will definitely be reformed. I will be at the post station during these days. If you decide, you can come to find me."

The man pondered for a moment, then cupped his hands to Yang Weiweng: "Yes."

After he said goodbye, Yang Weiweng approached the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, showing no airs of an official, and smiled at Hui Niang.

"Auntie, how is your family’s Lang now?"

Hui Niang flustered upon seeing the official: "He... he’s better, thank you, sir, for your concern."

Yu Tingwan turned to Yang Weiweng: "That person just now..."

It’s nothing that can’t be said.

"He used to be a constable in Ze County."

Yu Tingwan whispered: "Used to be?"

Yang Weiweng didn’t notice her subtlety.

"He hasn’t been in the government office for a long time."

He must have been displeased with officials exploiting the people, unwilling to be complicit.

"These days I’ve accompanied officials from the Capital to investigate past records, and during registrations, locals mentioned he was a good constable who was more dedicated than any County Magistrate."

Yu Tingwan pressed her lips together.

Time had passed, and Ze County had changed greatly.

At least in the ten years she had been away at Xilin Village, it had become so unfamiliar she hardly recognized it.

Even if she didn’t want to admit it, the Yu Family she remembered burned down to ashes, and now a new house was built, occupied by others.

It was as if no trace of her life there was left.

Even walking down the street now, everywhere she went she had to ask for directions.

She knew the story of the medical clinic’s sign, but the doctors inside were all unfamiliar faces.

She remembered Li Family’s Clothing Shop.

The Li Family’s wife had once sought embroidery lessons from her mother and would always give her a bag of toffee when she visited.

The hairpin was a gift from her mother.

She recognized Constable Zhu, but she was no longer the girl with reddened eyes from back then, and he didn’t recognize her.

Things and people changed just like that.

"He is a good constable."

Yu Tingwan smiled: "Mr. Yang can rest assured recruiting him."

Yang Weiweng: ??

How did you guess my intentions!

To this, Hui Niang gathered her courage: "Sir, may I ask when will the Court send people to thoroughly investigate the injustices of recent years?"

"When the Fifth Prince was here, he immediately ordered his subordinates to send word to the Capital. The Holy Emperor is compassionate and won’t delay upon hearing of this. Auntie, rest assured, justice may be slow but it won’t be denied, those people will surely be punished."

After saying this, Yang Weiweng felt something amiss.

It seemed... it seemed the old He Family had already been punished.

Fu Meng, raised by General Wei, would visit the Dong Family members in jail daily, without fail. And at some point, he even began ’greeting’ the He Family members.