The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 159: Uninvited Guests—Have We Put You in a Difficult Spot?
The Wei Family’s house faces north, and this time it’s not yet dusk, the light generously bathes the well-maintained courtyard, making it very bright.
Yang Weiweng didn’t dare to look inside and said to Yu Tingwan, "This is Lord Imperial Censor, you’ve met before."
He Xuran: "Sorry to intrude."
"He specifically came on behalf of General Wei to see you."
Yu Tingwan: ...
Good heavens.
If Wei Zhao really died on the battlefield, he’d crawl out of the ground to thank He Xuran.
Yu Tingwan’s smile stiffened as she invited them in.
Yang Weiweng stepped over the Wei Family’s threshold: "Since our last farewell, I’ve often thought of Wei Shen."
Clearly, the relationship can’t be considered very close.
If someone else had said this, Yu Tingwan wouldn’t have believed it, but since Yang Weiweng said it, she did.
Yang Weiweng took care of He Xuran while chatting with Yu Tingwan, "He said last time I’m simple-minded and told me to read more books."
Even in his chaotic state of mind, He Xuran was a bit doubtful of his hearing: "Hmm?"
If he remembered correctly, Yang Weiweng was a top scholar!
Yu Tingwan: ???
What on earth?
How many more offensive things had Wei Zhao said when she wasn’t paying attention?
Yu Tingwan pondered over how to diffuse the situation.
But Yang Weiweng helped her out.
"He’s absolutely right."
Yang Weiweng sincerely sighed, "There’s always something new to learn, and I’m lacking."
Yu Tingwan: ...
He Xuran: ...
The air was tinged with a faint medicinal scent, getting stronger as they approached the half-open room.
"My husband is in this room."
"Please."
The medicinal concoction was bubbling inside.
They bypassed the screen, walking towards the direction of the bed.
The curtains draped to the floor, only vaguely remembering seeing someone half-reclined inside.
"Husband, there are distinguished guests."
With this remark from Yu Tingwan, a trembling hand reached out from inside the curtains.
He Xuran stood a yard away from the bed, looking over.
The palm was broad, fingers long and slender, unnaturally pale, with thick calluses on top.
At a glance, it was the hand of someone accustomed to weapons.
He Xuran sighed inwardly, feeling it a pity.
Yu Tingwan quickly stepped forward, tucking the hand back in.
But the person inside was uncooperative, reaching out again.
Once more, the hand was tucked back.
Yang Weiweng: "This..."
Yu Tingwan: "I’m afraid he’s cold."
Seeing that the curtains were quite obstructive, Yang Weiweng asked, "Can we take a look at him?"
Yu Tingwan looked troubled.
Yang Weiweng reminded, "The Lord Imperial Censor is here, speaking through the curtains would be disrespectful."
He Xuran kept observing Yu Tingwan.
In his view, it wasn’t unreasonable for Wei Shen to have called Yang Weiweng simple-minded.
At least, the fact that they were kept outside the door was peculiar.
Yang Weiweng didn’t recognize Yu Tingwan.
How could Yu Tingwan not recognize them?
Moreover...
He Xuran’s voice was emotionless, "What’s going on here?"
"Just now, Mr. Yang’s hand was tired from knocking, and yet Mrs. Wei took her time to come. But..."
"But we came uninvited, did we make things difficult for you?"
Could Yu Tingwan nod?
No.
She softly said, "My lord overthinks."
She was very composed.
If she didn’t talk about love, Yu Tingwan’s ability to talk when it came to Wei Zhao showed no flaw, let alone to He Xuran?
Yu Tingwan lowered her eyes, "It’s just..."
Yang Weiweng: "Just what?"
He anxiously asked, "Could it be that Wei Shen is unwell?"
Not waiting for a response.
Yang Weiweng confidently stated, "You must have been taking care of him, unable to come to the door."
Yu Tingwan didn’t hesitate, "That’s right."
Yang Weiweng: "I knew it!"
The girl was melancholy, "I won’t hide it anymore, my husband is very seriously ill, perhaps he looks a bit frightening, don’t panic when you see him, my lords."
"No worries."
Yang Weiweng felt very sad.
He thought Yu Tingwan said it looked frightening, meaning Wei Shen was taking in more air than breathing out, his face must look terrible.
This time, those hands reached out again.
Yu Tingwan didn’t stop it this time.
She moved a stool over for Yang and He to sit down. As a host, she shouldn’t neglect her duties; after doing all this, she went to pour water.
Seeing the person on the bed struggling to uncover the curtains.
He Xuran couldn’t stand it, helping out before Yang Weiweng could step up.
The scene inside fell into his view.
It was a thick cotton quilt.
And under the quilt... was the person.
He Xuran was shocked to the core.
Yang Weiweng exclaimed, "How... how could it be like this!"
He threw himself toward the bed, "Wei Shen, weren’t you just injured? Why does your face look like this!"
Wei Zhao’s face was wrapped in gauze, only leaving the nose for breathing, the thin lips for speaking, and the drooping eyes.
Exuding a few strands of hopelessness.
It was Yu Tingwan’s handiwork.
After all, having worked with Qingya, she had plenty of experience.
Yu Tingwan had originally intended to wrap it hastily, just a token gesture.
But wrapping a small piece, it was still recognizable as him.
Even wrapping half, it was still recognizable as him.
Wei Zhao’s features were simply too outstandingly eye-catching.
Wei Zhao spoke slowly, "I..."
He Xuran was a good person, but... after all, he was the Empress Dowager’s family.
The things that needed doing later were too bold and shocking.
Before having absolute assurance, he absolutely couldn’t leave any hidden dangers.
Wei Zhao lowered his voice, with a tone obviously different from usual speech, weakly hoarse, "I too want to know."
Yu Tingwan, having just served tea, told him.
"I fell some days ago."
Yang Weiweng was surprised, "You could fall to this extent?"
Wei Zhao replied with a cool tone, "Do you have a problem with that?"
Yu Tingwan: "Speak nicely."
Wei Zhao pressed his hand on the quilt, "It’s like this, I’m rather fragile."
Yang Weiweng looked on sympathetically, feeling pain.
"If I had known you were so ill, I should have come sooner."
"Wei Shen, I brought you some red dates and longan. You know my situation, please don’t find it meager."
Wei Zhao looked over; indeed, several bundles were placed on the nearby table.
He knew Yang Weiweng was struggling financially.
Wei Zhao: "You’re kind."
Yang Weiweng stepped aside, revealing He Xuran behind him.
"By the way, this is He Yushi, the case of your younger sister is the one he administered justice for. I know you’re grateful, but with you this injured, don’t get up to give courtesies, the Censor wouldn’t hold blame."
Wei Zhao and He Xuran locked eyes briefly.
Wei Zhao: "You came empty-handed?"
Yang Weiweng’s eyelids twitched at these words.
He gave Wei Zhao a nudge with his eyes.
What kind of person was He Yushi? His willingness to come even once was an exceptional honor.
Since he’s here, appearances need to be maintained as well.
He Xuran withdrew his gaze, his mind elsewhere.
"I have some friendship with your General; if there’s anything I can help with, I’ll certainly assist."
Wei Zhao was even more disinterested in him.
He didn’t know why.
This feeling of being ignored felt oddly familiar.
However, the thing He Xuran was truly concerned about was clearly something else.
His eyes couldn’t help but drift toward Yu Tingwan on one side.
The girl’s profile looked more like him...
Yang Weiweng always suspected something was off with He Xuran.
And sure enough.
He Xuran looked at Yu Tingwan, "May I meet your parents?"
Yang Weiweng: ??
Yu Tingwan: "My parents?"
If He Xuran didn’t confirm, he feared he wouldn’t sleep well, restless day and night.
Funny enough, Yu Tingwan had given him a very familiar feeling last time.
This time, the feeling was even stronger.
If he didn’t confirm it, He Xuran feared he’d always be preoccupied with it.
Yu Tingwan found him inexplicable.
"It’s not convenient, is it?"
"The request is somewhat inconsiderate, but I am..."
"As you wish."
Wei Zhao tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Next time, I’ll see if my in-laws can give you a dream visit."
