The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 223: My Wife Is Strict

What?

Chi Yu suddenly looked up, staring in disbelief at Wei Zhao.

But the latter seemed unsurprised, leisurely sipping his tea.

Zheng Xu’s collar was stained red with blood. He dared not remove the dagger, only cautiously covering his wound, but the blood still seeped through his fingers, dripping down as he lay prostrate on the ground.

"Years ago, I also received the Duke Shun’s favor. I’m a mess, I’m nothing. I didn’t want to, but it was the Holy Emperor who wouldn’t let the Duke live."

"Every time Duke Shun entered the palace to play chess with the Holy Emperor, drinking tea alone was fine, but the incense and tea clashed."

It was a slow-acting poison.

"Over time, Duke Shun’s health deteriorated."

The Holy Emperor, out of compassion, sent people from the Imperial Hospital, and he brought the incense.

Duke Shun never recovered. All symptoms appeared to be mere colds. He grew thinner, started coughing blood.

"I hesitated."

"Stopped the incense for a few days."

As Zheng Xu spoke, he couldn’t help but shiver.

"No one noticed anything."

He said, "Except for Duke Shun."

"Duke Shun dismissed everyone. He could no longer leave his bed, yet he called me to his side."

Wei Fengxing’s eyes were clouded, no longer resembling the elegant figure he once was, yet his mind was frighteningly clear.

He seemed to have consented to all of it from the start.

His weak voice fell on Zheng Xu’s ears like a bolt of lightning.

He said.

"Doctor Zheng, we’ve come this far, there’s no turning back. Don’t indulge in feminine benevolence."

Zheng Xu: "General, Duke Shun knew."

"You can’t blame me."

"It was Duke Shun himself..."

Before he finished speaking, he received a loud slap.

Chi Yu’s face turned dark.

"Nonsense!"

He could believe in an emperor’s cruelty.

But how could someone as wise as Duke Shun abandon his wife and children?

"General, don’t listen to his side alone. There’s definitely more to it."

Wei Zhao slowly stood up.

"If Elder Ge had been sought back then, there’s a fifty percent chance the poison could have been neutralized."

"My father wouldn’t allow it."

————

As night deepened.

The room was brightly lit.

Yu Tingwan lay on a rocking chair, her toes touching the ground as it swayed back and forth.

It was at this time that Wei Zhao returned.

Pushing the door open, he saw her on the rocking chair by the window, surrounded by gold ingots that were about to engulf her.

Yu Tingwan’s hands were nimble, drawing gold and silver paper, folding them.

Soon, round, plump gold ingots emerged.

After folding, she released her hand, and the gold ingot fell. She then pulled out another piece of gold and silver paper.

Though it was a very ordinary scene, it was particularly lively, and Wei Zhao’s hostility diminished, his eyes less murky and dense.

Upon hearing the door push, Yu Tingwan didn’t look up, focused on the task at hand.

"Have you eaten dinner? There’s some warm food in the kitchen for you."

Wei Zhao: "I’ve eaten."

"Went to the market today, quite a few incense shops were closed, joining in the fun."

Yu Tingwan didn’t hide it: "In the end, He Yushi bought it with me."

To experience local customs, one needs a guide. If he wanted, a map of Ze County could be in his hands in no time.

Wei Zhao knew.

When Yu Tingwan left, Shunzi secretly followed, sending word back upon encountering He Xuran. What encounter, it was clearly He Xuran wanting to get close to his niece.

Shunzi dared not follow too closely, fearing exposure. After all, the blade-bearing one by He Xuran’s side had skills beyond him.

Yu Tingwan mused aloud: "The black-clad attendant by his side is..."

"A trusted aide sent by Grand Tutor Gu to ensure He Xuran’s safety."

Yu Tingwan calmly: "No wonder."

No wonder he kept staring at her.

He walked over: "How long have you been folding?"

Yu Tingwan: "Since I returned, I haven’t rested."

In the pause between words, she folded two more.

"My grandparents passed early. Every year before their memorial day, Mother would bring Father and me to fold these."

The girl, fair-skinned, looked like a crabapple ready to ripen after bathing, tender and delicate.

"Back then, I found it bothersome and suggested buying ready-made ones since they were available outside."

Wei Zhao listened while picking up the gold ingots that had fallen to the ground.

"Mother said no, folding it yourself was more sincere."

Wei Zhao picked up the ones on the ground, then those on the rocking chair.

After picking up those on the rocking chair, he gathered those on Yu Tingwan.

The ones on the girl’s knees.

The ones by her belly.

There were even some spilling over her bosom.

At first, Wei Zhao was focused, but eventually, his movements slowed.

Afraid of accidentally touching.

Yet, a man’s base instincts wanted to make contact.

He knew the girl had a nice figure.

A few days ago, she even thought the small clothes at home were tight, pondering how to adjust them larger.

Yu Tingwan must have seen others modify them.

Her eyes learned, but her hands didn’t. Holding a needle and thread, she pricked her fingers multiple times.

In the end, it was him who helped.

Wei Zhao didn’t know how he agreed to do such a thing.

Maybe it was one of her sentences.

—— These intimate items that I’ve worn, it’s not proper to ask others like Mother to do it.

The small clothes were thin but hot to touch.

Yu Tingwan couldn’t handle it herself but could guide. Wei Zhao, having done needlework before, didn’t make mistakes.

Once completed, Yu Tingwan was especially pleased.

She gestured, finding it just right to wear. Without her needing to say, Wei Zhao humorlessly took a second piece of small clothing to alter.

The girl watched from the side then, words of praise tumbling from her mouth without charge.

—— "Husband, you’re amazing."

—— "I can’t do it, but you made it just hearing instructions, showing you have talent."

Wei Zhao wasn’t inclined to have this talent.

—— "Mine is also tight, wait, I’ll take it off so you can alter it too."

—— "Doing this doesn’t make you girly at all."

The things she said weren’t often what Wei Zhao wanted to hear.

She even asked: —— "Husband, can you sew menstruation wraps? Can you make some for me later?"

She wasn’t shy.

—— "That way, every time I have my period, I’ll think of you."

Once a month?

That’s not very often.

It’s not apparent what she’s wearing now.

Though the small clothes’ styles and colors are similar.

She is fair, wearing crimson red surely looks best.

Sadly, there’s none inside.

Wei Zhao’s Adam’s apple moved as he picked the gold ingots off her chest.

"How did it end up like this?"

Yu Tingwan, innocently: "I was going to put them in the basket, but putting them one by one took too much time."

It seemed better to be casual, dealing with it when resting later.

Finally, she looked up.

Stopped her movements.

"Why did you change clothes?"

What else could it be?

Blood had splattered on them.

Wei Zhao, before returning, feared the scent of blood...

Wei Zhao: "I came back after bathing."

For others, doubts about a man fooling around outside would arise immediately. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

But Yu Tingwan felt assured.

Yet she had heard from new wives in the village that a couple should often seek excitement.

This wasn’t difficult.

Yu Tingwan slightly straightened up.

"Did you steal someone?"

Wei Zhao: ...

"Steal you?"

Yu Tingwan: ?

Wei Zhao: "That would work."

He smirked: "But, keep your voice down so my wife doesn’t hear; she’s strict."

Wei Zhao gloomily: "I barely got away."