The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 60: I Will Stay Loyal to My Husband for a Lifetime

Chapter 60: Chapter 60: I Will Stay Loyal to My Husband for a Lifetime

Linxi Village is enveloped in the festive spirit of New Year’s Eve, the sound of firecrackers stretches on endlessly, and one can vaguely hear the laughter of children in the distance.

Yet the Wei Family is shrouded in dark clouds, a scene of bleakness.

Wei Zhao fainted.

But it seemed like his consciousness lingered, with the sound of the girl’s sobbing beside him uninterrupted.

Does Yu Tingwan really refuse to let him die?

Perhaps, if she believes he is not Wei Shen, she might not cry so sorrowfully.

Wei Zhao’s body felt light, as if his soul was being extracted.

The bizarre images replayed frame by frame before his eyes, all being his past memories.

His grandfather had once led him by hand into the palace.

["Gui Zhi, on the day of your birthday, the Empress Dowager has bestowed many treasures upon you. After you go to Cining Palace, remember to express your gratitude."]

Back then, he was merely five years old. But even the offspring of noble families understood the boundless imperial power and the intricacies of human relationships.

Once, Duke Shun was picking him up from the Imperial College, and seeing him weary and sleepy, he reached under his arm and lifted him up.

Children at this age naturally idolize their fathers.

Clearly, he was delighted, but still he said in a childish voice: ["I can walk on my own. If Mother knows, she’ll again argue with Father."]

Duchess Shun was strict with Wei Zhao. Even if she saw him fall, she wouldn’t allow the maids to help. She had declared that the heir of Duke Mansion cannot be nurtured like a delicate girl.

But by then, Wei Zhao was already sensible, standing out among a group of little gentlemen.

Yet, in the eyes of Duchess Shun, this was far from enough. Hence, she believed her husband spoiled Wei Zhao excessively, causing frequent disputes.

Duke Shun, however, patted Wei Zhao’s head.

["Sleep now, when we get home, Dad will wake you up. Your mother won’t find out."]

The Heir of Marquis Zhongyong, Xiao Huaian, approached him with a grin.

["Wei Zhao, you’re doing well in studies, why did you switch to learning martial arts? Don’t you want to pursue scholarly honors?"]

["If you don’t want to pursue honors, why did you come to the Imperial College? You beast, always at the top in yearly exams, my father keeps comparing me to you and afterwards looks at me with disdain, wanting to beat me."]

["Haven’t I been beaten enough for you over the years!"]

["At last, you’re leaving!"]

But soon, Xiao Huaian was sporting bruises and no longer found it laughable.

["I’m truly convinced. Once you left, He Xuran, that perpetual runner-up, seized the opportunity to rise, becoming proud and unruly. My father started comparing me to him again."]

["Who does He Xuran think he is!"]

He was almost driven mad, speaking recklessly, "I only wish to be hurt for you!"

Sick.

Yet Wei Zhao felt quite sympathetic towards him.

Xiao Huaian studied diligently, entering exams with confidence but unable to keep up mentally, always ranking among the lowest, avoiding beatings only if the Imperial College folks all vacated.

The scene shifted.

It was Duke Shun, lying on the bed frail and emaciated, his breath barely audible, nearing his end after being plagued by illness for years, utterly unable to endure.

He dismissed everyone, leaving only his son Wei Zhao. His murky eyes focused on Wei Zhao, as if wanting to see more.

["Do not thoroughly investigate my cause of death."]

Wei Zhao didn’t respond, his eyes flushed with crimson, fists tightly clenched with bulging veins.

Outside, it was said Duke Shun succumbed to a grave illness, weakened beyond endurance.

But he knew full well that his father had been poisoned.

Wei Zhao’s lips were pale: ["It must be someone from the palace."]

Though no evidence existed, Wei Zhao couldn’t find a more suspicious candidate.

The Wei Family ancestors were founding heroes of the empire, with descendants notable and outstanding. Some rose to become revered civil servants, others served in the military and achieved distinction.

After Jin Taizu’s passing, the Wei Family followed the imperial edict to assist the new emperor’s rise to the throne. Generations of loyalty allowed them to endure a millennium without decline.

No one is more apprehensive of Duke Shun Mansion’s immense power than the monarch.

Sadly, by Duke Shun’s generation, the Wei Family’s lineage had thinned.

Duke Shun’s only brother died in battle, having left no descendants.

He himself had only Wei Zhao as his son.

It seemed Duke Shun used every ounce of strength to prop himself up halfway, grasping tightly onto Wei Zhao’s hand.

["You aren’t listening to your father’s words now!"]

He was rarely stern: ["If you persist in this course, it will inevitably lead to disastrous consequences. After I’m gone, if anything happens to you, what of your mother? And what about everyone in Duke Shun Mansion?"]

["The honor of the Wei Family relies on you to uphold."]

["Child, just be foolish this once."]

Duke Shun’s face turned pale with a bluish tint, trembling all over, breathing rapidly and shallowly, like a withered leaf trembling in the wind.

The surrounding scene began to blur, a touch of reluctance in his eyes, attempting one last time to see Wei Zhao clearly, but his body slumped down.

The final breath soon extinguished like a dying candle.

Buzzing filled Wei Zhao’s ears.

He slowly shut his eyes.

Beneath imperial might, all are as ants.

His words and actions governed the lives of everyone in the Wei Family.

Wei Zhao stepped back a few paces, kneeling heavily.

A few words seemed to squeeze out helplessly from between his teeth.

His voice was harshly hoarse.

"Gui Zhi... obeying orders."

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Yu Tingwan dressed Wei Zhao in clean clothes and changed the blood-stained bedsheets, the worry in her eyes lingered.

Old Man Qian had come to see.

But he shook his head at them, expressing his helplessness.

"It’s not just that he has severe injuries to his internal organs; even without them, who can save someone who doesn’t want to live?"

"He’s too weak, his pulse is even feebler than the last time, declining faster than I thought."

"He’ll cough up blood more frequently in the future, and the situation will be more dire."

"You must be prepared."

Hui Niang’s face turned deathly pale, unable to bear the blow, her body swayed, almost fainting.

Perhaps noticing the distress, Old Man Qian offered comfort.

"I’ve heard that Shouzhong’s gone into the mountains; maybe he can find some precious herbs. If they’re brewed and consumed, it might extend his time by a few more days."

The words were said, yet how difficult it is to find them?

Even if he could be taken to the county, could the doctors there save him? 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Yu Tingwan escorted Old Man Qian out, taking out a few coins for the consultation fee from her bosom.

Old Man Qian slung the medicine chest over his shoulder, leaving leisurely.

The Wei Family’s New Year’s dinner on the table had gone cold, with no one touching it.

Yu Tingwan stayed by the bedside for a long time.

She didn’t know when her husband would awaken.

The recent event truly frightened her.

She wiped Wei Zhao’s face and hands.

"When Doctor Qian left earlier, he told me, people seek higher places, water flows to lower levels. He advised me not to be foolish."

The girl’s voice was low.

"He said I’m still young, I shouldn’t stubbornly cling to my husband. I could plan to find someone else."

Yu Tingwan lowered her gaze: "He made a fair point."

"But I won’t leave."

She leaned down, pressing her face to Wei Zhao’s face, trying to feel his warmth.

If only he could leave her a child.

She felt very regretful.

But there was nothing to be done, Wei Zhao’s lower body was impaired.

If Wei Zhao truly departed...

Yu Tingwan: "I will guard my husband for a lifetime."