The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 87: My Husband... Isn’t Quite Right in the Head

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: My Husband... Isn’t Quite Right in the Head

The mountain road leading to Ze County was bustling.

Hundreds of government soldiers were transporting carts of coarse salt, rushing ahead to clear the path.

By midday, carriages began passing through Xilin Village.

Prefect Zhu had been in a carriage for several days and his body was feeling the strain. He sipped his tea with dignity, eagerly anticipating his meeting with the Fifth Prince in Ze County.

If the Fifth Prince valued him, a promotion seemed promising.

The carriage rocked back and forth along the way.

Once on the mountain road, it prioritized stability over speed.

"Sir."

At this moment, someone called from outside.

With a gentle voice and a friendly demeanor, Prefect Zhu lightly lifted the corner of the carriage curtain and asked, "What is it?"

"Someone is following us from a distance."

The soldier reported, "Right behind us. Should we drive them away?"

Prefect Zhu frowned slightly, "Find out more."

"Yes, sir."

The soldier promptly left and returned quickly.

"Sir, the cart is driven by a mother-in-law and her daughter-in-law. They searched inside the cart as well, finding a boy under ten and a gravely ill weakened man. They claim they’re going to town to see a doctor."

"Caw."

A bird cry came from the sky.

Prefect Zhu looked over, and upon seeing a crow, his expression soured.

Yet, despite this, he sighed, "It’s not easy for them, let them be."

"Sir, you have a compassionate heart."

Despite the sunny weather, it was still extraordinarily cold, with the chilling wind piercing their bodies.

Yu Tingwan could not drive an ox cart, but Hui Niang could.

The soldiers couldn’t completely clear the snow from the mountain road; they only made it barely passable.

Fortunately, for them, the tracks left by the carriages ahead made following the path surprisingly easier than expected.

Before leaving, the young lady smeared ash on her face to make herself less conspicuous.

She sat beside Hui Niang, learning.

Yu Tingwan had inquired from the soldiers and learned that after a dusk meal, they would need to continue the journey, stopping to rest at the time of Hai.

The young lady, mindful and thoughtful, planned to take turns with Hui Niang driving the ox cart, worried that Hui Niang’s health might not hold up otherwise.

At the same time, she multitasked, occasionally asking the person behind.

"Husband, are you okay?"

At first, Wei Zhao would respond.

"I’m fine."

"Still okay."

"Alright."

Eventually, he didn’t want to say a word.

Because he coughed up blood again.

This terrified Yue Shan, who was about to scream for help until the man pressed his index finger to his lips, signaling him to keep quiet.

Even with just that gesture, there was inexplicable pressure.

Yu Tingwan, not receiving a response for a long time, felt inexplicably uneasy, "Husband?"

After some time, she heard Yue Shan whisper softly, "Uncle Shen is asleep."

Upon hearing this, Yu Tingwan, afraid of disturbing Wei Zhao’s rest, remained silent.

Wei Zhao was not asleep, he wiped the blood with coarse cloth, eyes open, looking at the sky.

It was quite blue.

The air was especially fresh.

Amidst the young lady’s constant chatter, everything seemed hopeful.

Time passed quickly, and as night fell, the carriages ahead all stopped.

The bodyguards started preparing an evening meal for the officials in the carriages.

Many county officials alighted from the carriages and, as if by prior arrangement, gathered towards the Prefect, seizing the opportunity to curry favor.

Except for County Magistrate Yang, who alighted from the last, worn-out carriage.

He hesitated for a moment, but then decided not to follow.

Going there would not earn him any regard anyway.

Meanwhile, Hui Niang went to warm some coarse noodles and boil eggs.

Yue Shan jumped off the ox cart to feed the old ox. It needed to be well-fed to have strength.

Yu Tingwan wasn’t idle either; she set up a fire, took out an herbal pot, and scooped out some snow to melt it for brewing medicine.

As she knelt down to put the lid on the herbal pot, a shadow fell over her head.

Yu Tingwan looked up.

It was a young county magistrate.

Unlike the other magistrates seen earlier, he was thin and dressed lightly.

The constable behind him stepped forward, "This is County Magistrate Yang, the third-place scholar in the Da Jin’s twenty-eighth year."

The young lady and Hui Niang were about to stand and greet him when they saw County Magistrate Yang wave his hand.

"No need for formalities."

"I heard you are going for medical treatment, so I came to see if there’s anything I can help with, as long as it’s within my power, I will." County Magistrate Yang was down-to-earth and very enthusiastic.

Upon learning some details about the Wei Family, he couldn’t help but be moved.

First, he praised Hui Niang.

"It is commendable for parents to do so much. You both have done an excellent job."

Then he praised Yu Tingwan.

"For a husband like this, you remain unwavering, a true model for women."

Yu Tingwan: !!

That’s right; that was her!

County Magistrate Yang even took a few steps towards the ox cart to see the person lying inside.

At first glance, there was surprise. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Such an ethereal-looking man in these rural lands.

At the second glance, there was pity.

Being this sick, even breathing seemed weak. Most likely, he couldn’t be saved.

At the third glance, he met Wei Zhao’s cold gaze.

During the twenty-eighth year of Da Jin, Wei Zhao had an impression.

He had heard Xiao Huaian mention him.

Said Yang Weiweng, although full of ambition, lacks flexibility, stubborn as a rock.

He had caught the Ninth Princess’s eye, intended to be groomed as a Prince Consort.

The Ninth Princess was born of the Empress; anyone else would have been overjoyed.

But he directly refused.

Said he had a fiancée at home.

The man was unmarried; the woman wasn’t married either. Even if they were married, being chosen by the Ninth Princess was his blessing. Those who knew better would have quietly divorced their wife back home.

But Yang Weiweng refused.

The Ninth Princess, of noble blood, wouldn’t tolerate such humiliation.

Although the Emperor didn’t say anything, there was implied anger. Turning around, he had Yang Weiweng, who should have been appointed in the Hanlin Academy, relegated to be a mere county magistrate in Liu’an City.

Wei Zhao: "Have you seen enough?"

Yang Weiweng inexplicably felt a chill down his spine.

"Yes... it’s enough."

Yu Tingwan’s mouth twitched.

Afraid of offending him.

She quickly stepped forward, "My husband..."

She nodded her head slightly, "It’s not very good here; please don’t hold a grudge against ignorant commoners like us."

Wei Zhao: ...

Yang Weiweng quickly waved his hands, "No, no."

He assured her, "Not even the Prefect would hold a grudge, let alone me."

Yang Weiweng was naturally talkative, and aside from the constable beside him, no one had engaged with him in these past few days.

Now he couldn’t hold back.

"The Prefect is someone I deeply admire."

"He has even met General Wei!"

It was unclear whether he admired the Prefect or the fact that the Prefect had met Wei Zhao.

Yang Weiweng: "Last time, the Prefect said he had a good personal relationship with General Wei."

Wei Zhao looked over with a blank expression.

He saw admiration on Yang Weiweng’s face.

In a faint voice, Wei Zhao said, "He lied to you."

Yu Tingwan: ???

She whispered, "Better not to speak carelessly."

Wei Zhao: "It’s true."

What else could Yu Tingwan do but nod towards the stunned County Magistrate Yang again?

Yang Weiweng now understood how serious Wei Zhao’s condition was, considering he was speaking nonsensically.

"The other prefects heading to Ze County each probably have their own agendas, not genuinely escorting General Wei one last time!"

Yang Weiweng lamented, "But our Prefect is different. He truly goes to bid farewell to a friend. How genuine!"

"Cannot imagine how he will cry then."

Wei Zhao envisioned it.

A grief-stricken cry that became the center of attention.

Remembered by the officials in the Capital.

Wei Zhao said coolly, "Understood."

"In any case, once I’m dead, even if he claimed to be my ancestor, there’s no way to prove otherwise, right?"