The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 160: Do You Still Want to Be Her Son-in-Law?

Chapter 160: Chapter 160: Do You Still Want to Be Her Son-in-Law?

The room fell into dead silence.

Yang Weiweng broke into a cold sweat.

In the past few days, He Xuran had been living and eating with them, not taking advantage of his status, but his background was still there.

If he were to make things difficult for Wei Shen, there was no stopping him.

But He Xuran didn’t.

His eyes darkened; he couldn’t possibly argue with someone half-dead on the bed.

He Xuran chose to ignore it.

His piercing gaze of inquiry remained unchanged as he set down the crude teacup in his hand and gazed deeply into Yu Tingwan’s eyes, "What’s your name?"

Yu Tingwan: ???

Wasn’t he here to visit the sick?

Why did he keep steering the conversation towards her?

To someone unaware, it might seem that He Xuran came here for her.

As she was puzzled, Yang Weiweng assisted, "Sir, her surname is Yu, first name Tingwan."

The name was indeed remarkable.

He Xuran squinted his eyes. "Nice name. Did your parents choose it?"

He asked, "Were they... intellectuals?"

He was obviously prying.

It could be said that He Xuran didn’t intend to hide it.

But there was no malice in it, so Yu Tingwan wasn’t offended, though she preferred not to discuss these matters with outsiders.

Yu Tingwan: "No."

She intended to go to the corner to brew medicine.

But He Xuran still called after her.

"May I ask what they do for a living?"

The girl’s tone turned indifferent, "My father is a common spear master, and my mother is just an ordinary woman."

He Xuran murmured.

"Spear master..."

"Spear masters travel far and wide."

He stared intently at Yu Tingwan, observing her expression, "May I ask Mrs. Wei, did you accompany your parents to settle in Ze County from elsewhere, or have you been within Ze County’s jurisdiction since childhood?"

He Xuran still wanted to ask more.

Wei Zhao felt a bit warm, so he pushed the quilt down a bit, his voice revealing no emotion. "Is Lord Imperial Censor interrogating a criminal?"

"My father-in-law and mother-in-law are honest and decent people."

"Sir, under the guise of visiting me, you pursue my wife so persistently in front of me. That’s not appropriate, is it?"

Even someone as slow as Yang Weiweng could sense something was off.

!!!

No wonder!

Ever since they entered, He Xuran had been glancing at others.

Later, he asked to meet Yu Tingwan’s parents.

What!

Do you intend to become her son-in-law?

Sure, Yu Tingwan is beautiful.

But she is already Mrs. Wei.

Wei Shen is in such a state. Does the lord intend to enrage him to death and then take his wife for himself?

Yang Weiweng originally respected He Xuran greatly, but now his view had changed.

Lord Imperial Censor seemed... of questionable conduct.

"My Lord!"

Yang Weiweng took a deep breath, unsure where he got the courage.

"Wei Shen’s health isn’t good."

He heavily hinted, "But Mrs. Wei is quite devoted to Wei Shen. It’s not an exaggeration to call it undying loyalty."

He Xuran: ??

What’s it to him?

No, wait.

If Yu Tingwan’s identity really...

Then it indeed mattered to him.

He Xuran finally seriously appraised Wei Shen.

Before he came, he felt that this person was quite unfortunate.

The people of the Wei Family Army were all highly capable.

He didn’t think Wei Shen was particularly temperamental; none of that man’s subordinates had normal tempers.

Chi Yu, Rong Di, weren’t they the best examples?

But now...

He found him a bit distasteful.

Wei Zhao fiddled with the bandages a bit.

Because they were tied a bit tightly, it was uncomfortable.

Noticing his scrutiny, Wei Zhao lifted his eyelids and glanced at He Xuran.

Wei Zhao still remembered the last scene when he met He Xuran.

It was at a chrysanthemum banquet hosted by Princess Jiasan nine months ago.

It was said to be for flower appreciation, but in reality, it was a matchmaking event for He Xuran.

The ladies of various families attended, bringing their unmarried daughters, all well-aware of the situation.

Wei Zhao, who hadn’t yet gone to the border, was also on the guest list.

Of course, he wasn’t there for matchmaking with He Xuran.

Princess Jiasan wanted to take the opportunity to resolve his life’s major matter.

Princess Jiasan was the wife of the Grand Tutor, and the Grand Tutor had a teacher-student relationship with Wei Zhao. Out of respect, Wei Zhao had to attend.

That’s when he saw He Xuran.

He Xuran was sitting in the pavilion, having already made over ten girls cry.

Wei Zhao stepped closer.

["Princess Jiasan cares more about your marriage than your own mother does. Aren’t you afraid she’ll blame you later?"]

He Xuran had offended Princess Jiasan more than once, and was truly not afraid.

He poured a cup of tea for Wei Zhao, ["Fresh Qingcheng Snow Bud, try it."]

Wei Zhao lifted the white jade tea cup. Just by the tea’s color, he knew it was a good tea.

He Xuran: ["When are you leaving?"]

["In half a month."]

Wei Zhao: ["I secured a grace from the Holy Emperor; he allowed me to take care of my mother’s birthday before departing."]

He Xuran recalled something, ["My niece has feelings for you..."]

He was Uncle Qingyuan’s son born late in life, holding high seniority. The niece he mentioned was only three years younger than Wei Zhao.

He Xuran: ["Anyway, your mother is very satisfied with my niece, and our family statuses match, I..."]

Wei Zhao: ["Want to take advantage of me?"]

He Xuran admitted, ["I do want to become your elder and hear General Wei call me uncle."]

And then.

He wasn’t sure how it happened.

He Xuran was sitting on the stone bench perfectly fine when suddenly he saw a black shadow flash before his eyes, and in the next moment, he was kicked into the water.

It was Wei Zhao who kicked him.

It was also Wei Zhao who pulled him out.

Wei Zhao humbly stated, ["There’s no need for thanks between us."]

He Xuran was infuriated at that time.

But despite that, when it was time to depart, He Xuran came to see him off.

He Xuran’s face was cold.

Wei Zhao, donned in armor and wiping his Cloud-breaking Spear, solemnly said, ["The Crown Prince has a chronic illness, and these years, the Fifth Prince has been in favor. The court’s power dynamics are intricate; now that you’re an official in court, there’s no need for me to remind you—caution is paramount."]

He Xuran: ["Wei Zhao."]

He said in an annoyed tone, ["Remember to return safely."]

Remembering those past times, Wei Zhao gave a faint chuckle.

He fiddled with the bandages again.

Yang Weiweng continued, "The lord doesn’t know, the couple is so deeply affectionate that nothing can separate them!"

Wei Zhao continued fiddling with the bandages.

He didn’t have much strength; it was hard for him to handle.

Seeing him like this, even He Xuran was disheartened.

Yang Weiweng went as far as revealing his own scars.

"I once offended a princess for the sake of my fiancée, and I never regretted it. A gentleman knows what’s worth doing and what’s not."

"But to be honest, after all the struggle finding my childhood betrothal, she..."

Yang Weiweng grit his teeth hard, "She said childhood engagements don’t count."

"She said regardless of me ranking third in the imperial exam, I lack the fortune of wealth and status."

"Being dispatched to a poor district as a forever insignificant County Magistrate, she wouldn’t want to suffer with me."

"She even said... she already has someone in her heart, and I should give up my foolish dreams."

By the time he finished, Yang Weiweng’s voice trembled.

Yu Tingwan felt as if he was about to crumble.

But even so, Yang Weiweng still painfully declared, "But Mrs. Wei is different. She never leaves Wei Shen, proving her deep and pure affection! Such integrity, even I admire greatly!"

Yu Tingwan: ...

Why, when expressing feelings for Wei Zhao, was Yang Weiweng more invested than her?

Wei Zhao, slowly fiddling with the bandages, was so surprised that he trembled, causing the bandages to tighten further.

He weakly protested, "Uh."

Yu Tingwan, startled, hurried forward, "What happened, what happened?"

Wei Zhao sluggishly responded, "Breathing... difficulty."