The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 297 - 294: This General Truly Is Frail

Yu Tingwan: "I am merely a woman, I do not understand these things."

Mrs. Zhou: ...

Yu Tingwan innocently: "Your voice was too loud, it scared me."

Yu Tingwan: "I am so frightened."

Shen Zhiyi: ...

Interesting!

Mrs. Zhou had never encountered anyone like Yu Tingwan and didn’t know how to respond for a moment.

Yu Tingwan then looked at Ning Yunling.

"No wonder the elders in the family always say, you are the most sincere person. Even when you come across injured cats and dogs on the street, you would kindly take them home to care for them."

Mm, Yu Tingwan is a quick learner.

She spoke of cats and dogs without specifying anyone.

"Miss Zhou’s poor eyesight is a doctor’s concern. What does it have to do with you?"

"Mrs. Zhou seems to be quite fond of her future son-in-law, coming out to defend him."

Ning Yunling frowned, anxious: "Sister-in-law, but that Chu Liulang really is no good, you must believe me!"

Yu Tingwan comforted her: "I naturally trust you."

With those simple six words, Ning Yunling felt soothed.

Yu Tingwan: "Have you come to a conclusion?"

Ning Yunling: "Ah?"

Ning Yunling humbly sought advice: "What?"

Yu Tingwan casually: "Miss Zhou’s poor eyesight is hereditary."

Ning Yunling realized: "So that’s it!"

Shen Zhiyi trembled as she watched Mrs. Zhou and her daughter rendered speechless, trying not to laugh.

Yu Tingwan glanced to the front right: "Let’s go, don’t keep your brother waiting."

Ning Yunling shivered, clearly afraid of Wei Zhao, realizing that running here today might not have been wise, quickly followed her.

Shen Zhiyi leaned against the carriage, watching the young lady walk away.

She felt somewhat envious.

Ning Yunling’s luck is so good!

To have such a sister-in-law!

Later, Zhou Yurou couldn’t bear to recall.

She felt the eyes of everyone on her.

Not long ago, people praised her and Chu Liulang as a golden couple, envious of her good marriage, now they were whispering.

Even Mrs. Zhou felt embarrassed.

Instead of walking back, she directly got onto Zhou Yurou’s carriage.

As the curtain fell, her expression darkened.

"What a sharp tongue!"

Zhou Yurou nearly burst into tears: "Mother, she is openly trampling on our Zhou family."

"Crying for what! Useless thing."

Mrs. Zhou angrily: "She is from the Duke Shun Mansion, even if they trample us, neither I nor your father can do anything about it." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

After speaking, she sneered.

"She’s from a small place, yet she has guts. Her appearance is also very similar to that of the Gu family."

But so what.

"With low status, relying on her looks to charm Wei Zhao into taking her back. How long can one serve others with beauty? Can her looks really get her to cling to the Grand Tutor Mansion?"

She calmed down.

"Just arrived in Shangjing, yet so ignorant and overconfident, probably hasn’t even set foot in the Wei Family Ancestral Hall, but already thinks highly of herself, putting on airs."

"I will mention her to her mother-in-law later. Ning Suxuan is someone who values strength, would she really appreciate her?"

Mrs. Zhou laughed derisively: "You’ll see, the higher she stands now, the more arrogant she becomes; later, when she falls into the mud, won’t she be trampled by everyone?"

The sky was not bright, rather gloomy.

This palace banquet was not held outdoors, so there was no worry about rain.

Inside Cining Palace, palace slaves respectfully served tea, and the Empress Dowager elegantly reclined on the imperial concubine chair.

"Your Highness."

A granny entered briskly from outside.

"Our young lady has entered the palace."

The Empress Dowager, hearing this, joyfully sat up: "Quickly let her in."

Not long after, a palace maid lifted the beaded curtain, and a woman in a pomegranate red ancient-pattern, double-butterfly, thousand-water dress slightly bent as she entered, the complex and layered hem of her skirt gracefully fluttering as she walked.

Gu Wu, with her hair styled in an ornate coiffure, her bright eyes sparkling, smilingly spoke.

"Great-Aunt, Ah Wu has come to pay her respects."

She stepped forward, but before she could curtsy, the Empress Dowager spoke.

"Come sit by me."

As she drew near, the Empress Dowager embraced her and seated her beside.

The Empress Dowager chided her: "I have dote on you for nothing; count for yourself, how long it’s been since you’ve come to visit me?"

Gu Wu pouted: "Recently Father went on a trip, and Mother has been uneasy, so I’ve been at home keeping her company."

"You’re quite filial."

The Empress Dowager glanced at the granny behind her.

The granny, understanding, smiled and said: "This old servant will go hurry the little kitchen now."

She explained to the puzzled Gu Wu.

"Knowing you were entering the palace today, Her Highness ordered some bird’s nest stew to be prepared early. She said you should take some home later."

Gu Wu snuggled closer to the Empress Dowager: "You should keep it for yourself. At home, I have everything I need."

The Empress Dowager: "I know you lack nothing. But with you being your mother’s treasure, if I don’t spoil you, who will?"

"I’d like to coddle your little uncle, but thinking of his marriage worries me too much."

The Empress Dowager rubbed her forehead in exasperation.

"Never mind, let’s not mention him."

She looked at the graceful girl in front of her, her eyes filled with affection.

"It must be hard on you."

"Your good birthday was disrupted."

"Later, I will make sure your parents throw you a proper celebration."

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At the palace gate.

Many officials and their families were gathered.

They were officials without connections to the Duke Shun Mansion, waiting in groups and not going in directly.

"I wonder how General Wei is doing. Went to visit him a few days ago but he was nowhere to be seen."

"It is said he won’t be returning to the battlefield. Our Da Jin has lost a great general!"

"The fact that he is alive is what matters. He is the sole heir of the Wei Family."

Their words were full of concern, yet in political circles, who knows how much is sincere.

The Duke Shun Mansion’s carriage slowly came to a stop.

Officials hurried to approach.

Then they saw a wheelchair being lowered.

Shunzi set down the wheelchair, then helped the frail, pale-faced Wei Zhao.

Seeing him in such a weakened state, onlookers couldn’t help but gasp.

Wei Zhao’s steps were unsteady, as if he lacked any strength.

He Xuran arrived at this time, with Yang Weiweng following behind.

He intended to promote Yang Weiweng.

Yang Weiweng looked at the clustered officials in that direction.

"Is that?"

He Xuran glanced over casually.

"What else? The people from Duke Shun Mansion have arrived."

While officials pretended to fawn over him, the ladies were simply eager to see the girl Wei Zhao brought back.

This interested He Xuran not at all. He entered the palace with Yang Weiweng.

Officials surrounded Wei Zhao, vying to express their concern.

Some flattered.

Some showed respect.

Some showed concern for his health.

Wei Zhao appeared sickly, it was unclear if he paid any heed.

Until Yu Tingwan handed him a mantle upon dismounting from the carriage.

Wei Zhao furrowed his brow as if enduring great pain, exhausted and broken, he glanced up languidly.

Without any context, he uttered.

"Yes, I am indeed weak and fragile."