The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 276 - 273: That Woman Called the General "Husband
Inside the room, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Madam Ning was stunned.
"What?"
Marquis Ning, in his shock, knocked over the teacup the maid had recently brought, soaking himself.
"Gui Zhi is unharmed?"
He urgently looked at the maid on the floor, "Say it again!"
Ning Suxuan’s fingertips trembled, though incredulous, she knew the servant would not dare deceive her on such a matter.
She struggled to support herself, trying to get up.
"Mistress, take it easy."
Ning Suxuan hadn’t set foot on the ground for a long time, and as she suddenly stood, she felt a wave of dizziness.
Fortunately, the old maid held her steady.
Madam Ning felt as if waking from a long dream, and in her excitement, she still remembered to instruct, "It’s cold outside, quickly get your mistress a coat."
But Ning Suxuan couldn’t concern herself with anything else. Supported by the maid, she took large steps forward.
It was her first time stepping out of her quarters in months.
She raised a hand to block the dazzling light but didn’t halt her steps.
It was as if she was floating on clouds; each step was unsteady, and she feared it was a dream, that she would fall, and everything would be false.
She couldn’t endure it anymore.
A walking corpse, destined to go mad sooner or later.
Passing through the flower gate and along the winding corridors, a group of people followed behind.
But when they reached the entrance, they hadn’t seen anyone.
The steward of Duke Shun Mansion saw her coming and quickly approached.
"Mistress."
Before Ning Suxuan could inquire, he spoke quickly.
"Don’t worry, General has returned, there’s no mistake."
"But he didn’t linger at the mansion. He gave the old slave a few instructions and went to the Imperial Palace to plead guilty."
Ning Suxuan’s actions froze at these words.
Marquis Ning nodded in agreement, "It should be so, it should be so."
"Back then, Gui Zhi’s funeral was conducted by the Royal Family... It’s good that he’s back, but it’s been more than half a year since the incident; even if there are hidden truths, it still counts as deceiving the Emperor."
"We mustn’t let the Holy Emperor learn of his return without him entering the palace."
Ning Suxuan understood the reasoning. She always valued hierarchy and rules, her conduct always flawless, leaving no room for fault.
But not seeing him, not seeing Wei Zhao before her eyes, left her with a stone on her heart that wouldn’t fall.
She took a deep breath.
No longer carrying the grace she once had.
"Does he look well?"
"From the incident until now, he must have suffered a lot."
"Since he’s alive, why hasn’t anyone sent word back until now?"
The soldiers who came to report the death back then said Wei Zhao was stabbed in the heart with a sharp weapon, which penetrated through his back.
When she heard this, she fainted.
Though she didn’t know how they got the wrong person, it was easy to imagine such an injury was hard to recover from.
The steward dared not hide, and spoke in a low voice, "The General looked deathly pale, even speaking was labored and intermittent."
"He seemed much thinner and could barely stand."
Ning Suxuan felt as if her heart was being cut.
Madam Ning: "On the battlefield, swords have no eyes; the child’s survival is a blessing, he can slowly recuperate at home, and he’ll surely recover in time."
Ning Suxuan looked straight at the steward, "Did he leave any words?"
The steward: "The General left in a hurry, none."
Ning Suxuan felt somewhat disappointed.
But also, throughout all these years, she and Wei Zhao, mother and son, had always spoken little.
Perhaps perceiving her emotions, Marquis Ning spoke gently, "You have plenty of time to talk after he returns. Besides, Gui Zhi has always respected you."
Respect and closeness are worlds apart, like a sharp dagger enough to make Ning Suxuan bleed.
After experiencing the parting of life and death, she no longer knew if her strictness over the years was right.
But she regretted it.
"Suxuan, you need to take care of yourself to care for him."
Marquis Ning: "Since he’s in the palace, who knows when he’ll be back. The wind is strong here; you should return and wait."
Ning Suxuan shook her head.
"No."
"I’ll wait here."
Her pale face finally had a touch of a very faint smile, yet her eyes reddened.
"Open the main gate and wait for my son’s return."
Madam Ning, seeing her no longer lifeless, wiped away the wetness at the corner of her eye.
"Alright."
"Mother will wait with you."
Ning Suxuan didn’t stay idle, as if someone who had nearly drowned finally able to breathe, instructed the servants to replace the white silk, white lanterns, those unlucky things.
Inquired about every detail concerning Wei Zhao.
The steward didn’t mention the General’s instructions to find a secluded courtyard to accommodate a patient who returned in a confused state and assigned a capable old maid to care for them.
The steward didn’t know who the patient was.
However, Wei Zhao always had his reasons for his actions.
The steward didn’t think it was important, the important part was...
His expression turned peculiar.
"The General brought back a woman this time."
The steward revealed, "Remarkably beautiful, the old slave dared not stare, but felt somewhat familiar."
Ning Suxuan was puzzled.
After all, her son was indifferent toward women, never bringing a girl home for no reason.
"Where is she? Bring her to me to have a look."
"Taken away."
Taken away?
Taken to the Imperial Palace?
Perhaps not.
Madam Ning speculated, "Since you find her familiar, she must be the daughter of some prominent family. Perhaps it was just convenient to give her a ride along the way, some help from the families?"
However, her tone shifted.
Joy made her thoughts come alive.
"It’s not like no girls previously wanted to get close to Gui Zhi through connections, and they were all rejected. Yet now, this is rare indeed."
"Could it be the child has finally gotten enlightened?"
She rejoiced, "This family ought to have a happy event."
The steward quickly said, "That woman had her hair done up."
Though it was somewhat loosely arranged.
But this is clearly a hairstyle for married women.
The steward didn’t know that Wei Zhao had combed Yu Tingwan’s hair.
In the small place of Ze County, there weren’t many rules. It didn’t matter if her hair was done or not. But in Shangjing, certain appearances are expected.
Yu Tingwan had the idea of doing her hair. But on the boat, Wei Zhao took her ivory comb and started toying with it.
The man lifted his eyes.
—"I’ve eaten and wiped clean, take some responsibility."
His tone was casual.
—"When will you do my hair and give me a status?"
Madam Ning felt regret.
She’s married.
Turns out, she had thought too much.
The steward furrowed his brows.
"But they were very close."
"Not sure if it’s the old slave’s poor eyesight that took it incorrectly, or..."
But when Wei Zhao spoke to that woman, his voice was clearly a notch gentler!
At that, no one believed it.
Then, the old maid guarding the gate stammered.
Unable to hold it in, she came forward and kowtowed.
"The steward isn’t wrong."
"I was the first to see the General. It was that woman who helped him down the cart."
"The old slave feared she had difficulty, was about to lend a hand, but the General wouldn’t allow it. Back then, the steward hadn’t yet arrived. The old slave saw it very clearly.
"The General touched the woman’s hand, asking if she was cold. It was very rare."
The old maid’s eyes were wide open, she spoke quickly but enunciated clearly.
"That woman even called our General husband!"
