The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 227: Come, We’re Home

At the same time.

Shangjing.

Due to the incident of Qing Tan’s suicide, many officials involved were on edge.

The Fifth Prince, Ying Yin, knelt outside the Imperial Study Room pleading for leniency.

Emperor Ying flew into a great rage and refused to see anyone.

Everyone in the Imperial Palace held their breath, fearing they might be implicated.

Gu Fuju, wearing the official uniform embroidered with cranes, carried books from the Book Collection Pavilion, walking along the palace path.

Beside him walked Duke Zhongyong.

Duke Zhongyong: "It’s also a strange thing."

Just a few days ago, he was still talking with Qing Tan.

As the Fifth Prince’s uncle, he was quite proud.

"The news of his death is spreading like that outside, faster than you and I can hear. Do you think it has anything to do with the Eastern Palace?"

"If we really count it, the Qing Family deserves full-scale execution. Is there any chance that the Holy Emperor will spare them lightly for the Fifth Prince’s sake?"

If the Qing Family is gone, the Fifth Prince’s implication is a small matter, but losing most of his influence is a big deal.

"Do you think..."

Gu Fuju furrowed his brows and interrupted: "Be cautious in your words."

"How to deal with Qing Tan, the Holy Emperor will make the decision."

Duke Zhongyong, who was speaking with enthusiasm, sneered.

"What is there to fear?"

He looked around to ensure no one was around, then lowered his voice.

"Wei Fengxing was cautious and careful, yet he died. Even Wei, who was disciplined and respectful, also died."

He felt that Wei Zhao’s death was inseparable from the one sitting on the dragon throne. Otherwise, how could things go wrong just as they won the battle!

"In my mind, and you know it too, don’t you?"

He sighed.

"Previously, when my son learned about Wei’s incident, he was so distraught, he cried several times in private, as if I, his father, had died."

"But somehow, after the coffin was brought back from Ze County, he seemed unaffected. Whenever he mentioned Wei, he’d even curse him."

Duke Zhongyong felt his son, Xiao Huaian, was quite a scoundrel. He thought there was some brotherly affection between him and Wei Zhao.

Gu Fuju, with broad shoulders and eyes as deep as a pond, held high office for many years, exuding a natural authority.

He looked straight ahead: "Disasters arise from careless talk; you should understand this principle."

The Duke, who wanted to say more: ...

He never saw intense emotion on Gu Fuju’s face.

This person seemed always confident in whatever he did.

When he put on a stern face, it was intimidating.

Duke Zhongyong didn’t argue with him.

After all, that’s just how Gu Fuju was.

He wondered what kind of person he was at home.

With his wife and daughter...he probably was tender.

Marchioness Zhongyong had complained more than once in front of the Duke, saying that whenever the Imperial Tutor’s Wife went out, the Imperial Tutor would take time to meet her. A few days ago, he even put off official business to accompany her to a temple to pray for blessings.

In contrast, when he spoke a few words, Gu Fuju found him annoying.

But with his wife, he was patient.

Upon leaving the palace gates, Gu Fuju bid farewell and boarded his carriage back to the mansion.

After half an hour, the carriage came to a slow stop.

"Sir, we’ve arrived."

Gu Fuju lifted the curtain, stepped down onto the footstool, and ascended the steps. As he crossed the threshold and walked in, he saw the steward hurriedly coming out.

Seeing him, the steward quickly greeted him.

"Master."

"Why so flustered, what happened?"

"Miss has a fever, her body burning hot. I’m off to find a doctor."

Originally heading to the study, Gu Fuju paused, then changed direction towards the rear residence.

But before long, he was stopped again.

It was the young servant who attended to the ink in the study.

"Master, someone from Young Master He’s side came, insisting on seeing you, looking quite urgent. They’ve asked at least five times if you’ve returned, fearing something important."

Gu Fuju furrowed his brows.

He said, "Tell the nanny overseeing Ah Wu to be attentive. I’ll go see her later."

"Yes."

Gu Fuju returned to the study.

He Xuran’s confidant, upon seeing him, quickly paid a great courtesy.

Gu Fuju: "Is your young master well?"

"Reporting to Uncle, everything is well."

The confidant offered a letter with both hands: "The young master repeatedly instructed me to ensure this letter reaches your hands."

What kind of letter cannot be passed through someone else?

It could not possibly be a family correspondence. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Gu Fuju took it.

The confidant, keeping his head lowered, continued: "The young master said, if it’s a misunderstanding, that’s best; if not, you’ll understand after reading."

"His matters are waiting for the Holy Emperor’s decision, estimating it won’t be long before he can return. You consider whether he should linger a few more days or what."

Even as learned as Gu Fuju was, he found himself baffled.

Completing official duties, naturally, one should return home. Ze County...

Thinking of that place, Gu Fuju’s eyes darkened.

He opened the letter.

Inside were only a few lines.

——The Yu Family in Ze County once encountered a mysterious fire, intended to kill, with unclear reasons and no leads.

——There is an adopted daughter who looks like her sister, the same age as Ah Wu.

Gu Fuju, who always held a calm demeanor, suddenly had a drastic change in expression.

His hand trembled violently as he reached for the tea cup, causing the tea set to fall, smashing into pieces on the floor, the scalding tea splattering. He seemed oblivious to the pain, staring intently at the letter.

Veins bulged on the back of his hand as he incredulously read it over and over again.

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Returning from the bamboo forest outside to Ze County, it was already dusk. The setting sun’s afterglow bathed the fields, making everything around appear exceptionally soft.

Yu Tingwan leaned against the carriage, unaware of the events outside.

Looking at the scenery outside, she was in a good mood.

But soon, she noticed something amiss.

"This isn’t the way home."

Wei Zhao, who hadn’t rested all day, looked somewhat fatigued.

"It is."

Yu Tingwan: ??

She pressed her lips to ask: "Do you think it’s my eyes that are poor or my brain?"

Wei Zhao thought for a moment.

The lady didn’t find him handsome, indicating her eyes weren’t good.

As for the brain, who could be more clever than her, though she often played dumb.

Seeing him silent for a long time.

Yu Tingwan was startled, puzzled: "Do you need more time to think?"

Wei Zhao spoke slowly: "Afraid to offend you."

"But you... have already offended me."

As the couple looked at each other.

Yu Tingwan sat up straight, angry: "I’ve made it clear, aren’t you going to make it up?"

Wei Zhao gently reassured: "Wait a moment."

Yu Tingwan: ???

Even this needs to wait?

She felt Wei Zhao was somewhat spoiled by her favor.

The scenery outside was very unfamiliar.

Yu Tingwan had no mood to observe anymore, her lips turned down bit by bit.

After who knows how long, seeing the man still hadn’t acted, Yu Tingwan couldn’t help but start a discussion, but then the carriage stopped.

Wei Zhao: "We’ve arrived."

He got up, dismounted from the carriage, and opened the curtain, waiting for her to come out.

Yu Tingwan felt puzzled.

The lady bent and exited the carriage, looking around, she slightly hesitated.

Then turned bewildered.

In sight was a mansion, neither large nor small, with two lanterns hanging above and two small stone lions standing outside.

Somewhat unfamiliar, yet familiar.

She seemed to see a spoiled little girl holding a bowl, eating the meat inside, despite Hu Yuniang’s admonishments, insisting on sitting on the stone lion, swinging her legs waiting for her father.

Beside her ear was Wei Zhao’s voice.

"I paid the previous residents here to move out."

"This place was rebuilt with a different layout. After purchasing it, I asked Aunt Li from the tailor shop to come help refurbish and arrange things. Tried to follow what it was before as closely as possible."

But Aunt Li, after all, wasn’t a Yu Family member and too many years had passed, making it hard for everything to be precise.

"Estimate it’s only about fifty percent similar."

The lady’s gaze slowly rose.

It was the newly replaced facade, with the words Yu Family written on it.

Wei Zhao extended his hand to her.

"Come."

He smiled.

"We’re home."