The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 152: Settle Down, I’m Still Sick

The room plunged into a prolonged deathly silence.

Wei Zhao frowned.

In his current state, even if he wanted to do something to Yu Tingwan, he couldn’t manage it, right?

The answer was obvious.

The girl was surely talking nonsense again.

Wei Zhao tugged at the corner of his mouth, but this time he was too weak to make a sound.

However, Yu Tingwan deciphered it from the shape of his mouth.

———"Are you hinting at me?"

Yu Tingwan: ???

With a delicate and feeble tone.

———"Focus, I’m still ill."

Yu Tingwan: ??? 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

If it were before, she might have followed the topic, opened her mouth, and climbed with sweet words.

But now.

Yu Tingwan stood up, pressing her sore shoulder, about to find Elder Ge to remove the needles.

Yesterday’s situation with the crow, Yu Tingwan wouldn’t let it go.

As for Fu Meng.

Even if she could summon him, she dared not let the destructive Fu Meng swagger through the alley in broad daylight.

Frightening the neighbors wouldn’t be good.

The girl smiled, her voice ethereal: "If I had no intentions towards my husband, it shouldn’t be me who’s anxious."

Wei Zhao’s eyes trembled.

Said nothing.

He looked into Yu Tingwan’s eyes, showing little affection towards him.

He wasn’t afraid of Yu Tingwan having no feelings for him.

Clearly, he should fear that the girl dared not linger.

Yu Tingwan walked out the door, passing the neighboring Zhao Family, and headed to the next house.

She paid attention to the commotion at the end of the alley.

There were still many matchmakers wandering outside the Liu Family’s gate, but now the gate was rarely closed tightly.

The heavily made-up matchmakers frowned: "What’s going on? The Liu Family isn’t seeing guests? Did Miss Liu finalize her choice?"

"It shouldn’t be. Even if they’ve matched the Eight Characters and sent the betrothal gifts, as long as they’re not married, they can still change if a better option appears. I’ve painstakingly found a few quite good candidates this time."

"But hasn’t Miss Liu woken up? Should we wait a little longer?"

"No need to wait."

A vendor selling vegetables at the street corner ran over upon hearing the commotion.

"Miss Liu and her two brothers left early in the morning, I heard them say they were going to handle some matters, who knows when they’ll be back."

Yu Tingwan lowered her eyes and ascended the steps, just about to knock on the door.

The half-worn door was opened from the inside.

Elder Ge, holding a warm paper bag filled with steaming meat buns, wasn’t surprised to see her.

He hadn’t heard much commotion from the Wei Family lately and was planning to head over.

He offered the paper bag towards Yu Tingwan.

"Want some?"

Yu Tingwan didn’t stand on ceremony, taking one and biting into it.

Elder Ge locked the door, muttering: "I wonder where General Rong Di was sent by the General? Still no sign of him."

Yu Tingwan lowered her eyes.

Where could he have gone?

Most likely, arranged matters at the western mines.

Complete excavation.

The county magistrate secretly mined, implicating nine clans.

Amidst such turbulent times, Wei Zhao still committed such acts.

Just seeing He Xuran feeding Fu Meng jerky that day shows how much he adored him. Even if He Xuran realized something was wrong with the mines, he might cover it up.

However...

Wei Zhao didn’t intend to reveal his identity.

He wouldn’t expose himself.

Wei Zhao, daring to act, was fully confident he wouldn’t be discovered before excavating the mines completely, leaving no evidence behind.

Just like last time, when he emptied the Dong Family and the officials’ secret chambers in the four cities.

It’s just...

Yu Tingwan couldn’t figure it out.

Wei Zhao wasn’t a man greedy for wealth.

Then what was his purpose for collecting wealth?

This was done while recuperating, unable to leave the house, only giving orders, temporarily restrained.

When he recovered, what would he do?

Round and round, it inevitably returned to Yu Tingwan’s initial doubts.

Why did Wei Zhao not want to live?

What exactly had he encountered?

And...

Yu Tingwan’s eyes dimmed, recalling what Old Man Qian in Xilin Village once privately told her.

["Wan Niang, your husband’s chest wound penetrated by a sharp weapon, the more I think, the more it seems off. It doesn’t look like someone else’s doing."]

Yu Tingwan pressed her lips, hearing herself ask.

"Doctor Ge."

"What weapon did my husband use before?"

Elder Ge didn’t take it seriously: "Cloud-breaking Spear."

Speaking of this, he had much to say.

"The spearhead, modified by General Jing Yuan’s uncle before, was made of black iron. One finger from the spearhead, the protruding part outward has sharp barbs."

Elder Ge feared Yu Tingwan wouldn’t understand, explaining in detail: "Don’t underestimate those barbs, once pierced in, it might not seem much, but if pulled out, the flesh will be hooked out."

"Those wounded by the Cloud-breaking Spear have wounds with a specific pattern..."

Elder Ge stopped speaking.

He suddenly halted, eyes wide open.

Initially, Wei Zhao’s wound was treated by Old Man Qian in Xilin Village, but inadequately. Later, the wound ruptured, re-bandaged, ruptured again, re-bandaged.

By the time Elder Ge treated him, he was too concerned with Wei Zhao’s condition, the wound severely red and swollen.

He overlooked something.

Now thinking back, the shape of the wound indeed resembled...

Elder Ge took a deep breath.

Back then, the bloodied corpse of Wei Zhao was brought back by Chi Yu along with the rest of the Wei Family Army.

Though difficult to accept, he never doubted the body in the coffin was the General.

Upon seeing Wei Zhao again, even with some suspicions, seeing Wei Zhao not wanting to elaborate, he didn’t ponder further.

As long as he was alive, it was fine.

But now...

To say Wei Zhao was wounded on the battlefield, his Cloud-breaking Spear taken by the enemy, stabbed nearly to death, he didn’t believe it.

This was too significant to digest.

Elder Ge couldn’t comprehend it.

Why would the General act like this? Having overcome the harshest times, with the Duke Mansion more prosperous than even during General Jing Yuan’s time.

Wei Zhao and General Jing Yuan were certainly different.

Feigning loyalty at the front, strategy at the back.

Indeed, Wei Zhao won every battle.

But always left a backup plan.

Who didn’t know Wei Zhao frequently infiltrated the enemy’s camps? Even audaciously delivering the severed heads of enemy generals as gifts before the enemy emperor.

For commoners, it seemed Wei Zhao was provoking the enemy, satisfying to hear.

But the Royal Family wouldn’t see it that way.

To them, Wei Zhao was silently conveying two messages through this behavior.

First, he didn’t lose a single soldier, entered the enemy’s camp, and retreated safely, wings spread, not to be underestimated.

Second, meeting the enemy emperor, what was discussed and done privately, was unknown.

Yet, every time Wei Zhao returned to the Capital, facing the emperor, he only displayed ministerial respect.

A cornered dog will jump over the wall.

Let alone him?

If it truly came down to mutual destruction, the Royal Family might not benefit much.

Successfully inciting Emperor Ying’s fear of him, yet hesitating to eliminate him.

To reach this stage, the effort Wei Zhao put in was evident to Elder Ge.

The Duchess Shun was strict with the General, Elder Ge knew not if the General bore grievances, but knew of his extraordinary filial piety towards this mother.

Especially after Duke Shun’s passing, the letters sent back to the Capital monthly never ceased.

How could he...

Elder Ge’s eyelids twitched incessantly.