The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 303 - 300: Biological Daughter

This...

Why can’t it be said in private?

Does it have to be today?

But Emperor Ying also didn’t think much of it, as Gu Fuju always acted with discretion.

"Of course, it’s considered."

Emperor Ying glanced at Mr. Tu behind him.

"Why aren’t you helping the Grand Tutor up?"

But Gu Fuju remained kneeling.

Yu Tingwan felt an inexplicable jump in her chest.

She thought this matter was settled.

But it seemed not.

Just as she raised her eyes, she met the gaze of Jiasan, who was still seated.

Jiasan said nothing and smiled when the young lady looked over.

Clearly, she knew what Gu Fuju was going to do.

"Your Majesty."

Gu Fuju said: "I hope Your Majesty will bestow a title upon my daughter."

The Empress Dowager was delighted.

She looked at Gu Wu: "What did I say earlier? Your parents were afraid of wronging you and would surely make amends. Here it is."

Whether a Commandery Princess or the lower title of County Princess, even without lands, just having a title is exceptionally dignified!

Gu Wu was instantly overjoyed.

The vexation of the past few days faded away.

She has always cared about her dignity and thought that her birthday this time would be gossiped by many noble ladies in private.

But her father gave her a surprise.

If it were someone else, Emperor Ying might need to consider, though titles hold no actual power, it is not a minor thing.

But Gu Fuju, having no sons all his life, is a minister most strict with rules and impartial.

In the early years, the Empress Dowager once tried to match Gu Wu with Wei Zhao. Emperor Ying helped in words, but he was unwilling in his heart.

One is the head of civil servants, while the Wei Family leads the military. How could the two families form such an alliance?

But now Wei Zhao is already married.

Emperor Ying agreed directly.

"A ruler’s word is bond, can I go back on it?"

Gu Wu often enters the palace, and Emperor Ying, always known for his filial piety, often visits the Cining Palace.

He’s seen the Gu Family’s Daughter more times than some princesses in the palace.

He is very affable, just like with his own juniors, saying to the girl beside the Empress Dowager: "Parents love their children and thus plan deeply for them. Your father is painstaking because of you."

"While you’re still in the boudoir, he can protect you, but you will eventually marry."

"After marriage, besides being the Grand Tutor’s daughter, you have the Royal Family as your backing. What in-laws would dare to treat you lightly? Even if your husband disrespects you, it would be unacceptable."

Wei Zhao saw through it.

This move was to guard against him.

"Your Majesty."

Gu Fuju: "Not Ah Wu."

He glanced toward the direction of the Duke Shun Mansion, his voice hoarse yet clear, losing the usual severity for a layer of softness, in front of everyone.

"She is the biological daughter of me and Jiasan."

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Gu Wu is not the true daughter of the Gu family?

Thinking of all that happened recently, they were all astonished. Their eyes shifted back and forth between Yu Tingwan and Gu Wu, who was still in the mind of peeling peanuts for the Empress Dowager.

The Empress Dowager nearly choked with shock, unable to hide her astonishment.

Mrs. Zhou almost fainted when she recalled speaking ill of Yu Tingwan in front of Jiasan.

Yu Tingwan’s eyelashes fluttered like butterflies, trembling, she had no time to mind the countless gazes upon her.

A crisp sound of a "ding."

Wei Zhao lightly tapped the edge of the plate with a jade spoon.

Yu Tingwan heard his faint voice.

"Three."

Another crisp "ding."

"Two."

Wei Zhao glanced at the sky outside. He stopped counting, released his hand, and the spoon slipped from his grasp.

Inhales echoed throughout the hall, but having trained in martial arts from a young age, he heard the hurried footsteps approaching from afar.

Wei Zhao tilted his head, tidying the girl’s wrinkled hem.

He said something that seemed out of context.

"It’s here."

What is here?

Yu Tingwan was baffled like in a fog.

"Your Majesty!"

A sweating eunuch from the Eastern Palace came in terror, but before entering the hall, he tripped on the edge and fell heavily to the ground.

"The Crown Prince..."

The eunuch was trembling, pressing his head against the floor.

The Empress was inexplicably uneasy.

Emperor Ying couldn’t care less about the Gu family matters now: "What’s the matter?"

"Speak!"

"The Crown Prince... has passed away."

Those four words, tremulous yet carrying immense weight, crashed into the turbulent and billowing waves of the not-so-calm surface.

Choosing this day to end Ying Yi’s life was Wei Zhao’s deliberate consideration.

Even though Gu Fuju was his teacher, he had no idea how much Yu Tingwan meant to Gu Fuju.

Anyway, the Crown Prince would die sooner or later.

What if.

What if the Gu family husband and wife resolutely wanted Yu Tingwan as their daughter?

A girl can be the focus, but she should not be the subject of careless gossip of the world.

Something even bigger has to happen...

Ying Yi, though in poor health, was the master of the Eastern Palace, known for his honesty and kindness.

Seeing that Elder Ge was on his way, how could it...

It was too sudden.

Shangjing was likely to change dramatically.

Emperor Ying’s pupils shrank violently, and he staggered back a few steps.

The Crown Prince was his firstborn son! He personally stayed by his side and taught him.

The Empress beside him swayed and almost lost her balance.

She could no longer attend to anything else, striding forward and kicking Mr. Tu on the head.

"Bastard!"

"I just came from the Eastern Palace! Who gave you the guts to say that something happened to the Crown Prince? My son was fine and full of spirit, talking to me for a long time today!"

Even if... even if Elder Ge wasn’t here to cure him, didn’t those Imperial Physicians say he had a few more years to live!

Mr. Tu was kicked aside but quickly knelt back properly.

"Your Majesty, right after you left, His Highness said he was tired and wanted to rest. But..."

He was gone.

It was clearly the last brightness before death.

He went very peacefully.

He dared not say more.

The life of a servant is worth the least, merely getting a bite of meat when the master is happy, but facing life threats if displeased.

The Eastern Palace was now in complete chaos.

Soon, another palace maid ran over.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness."

"The Crown Princess Consort fainted from grief and couldn’t bear it."

These days, the sky was overcast, as if brewing for today’s downpour.

Beans of rain poured down, stinging when hitting the face.

The festive banquet turned into a funeral feast, and the mourning cries in the Eastern Palace grew louder and louder.

When the Crown Princess Consort woke again, the rain outside showed signs of getting heavier.

She was completely bewildered.

But just as she was about to sit up.

The trusted old maid beside the Empress stopped her: "Crown Princess Consort, don’t move, lest you disturb your pregnancy."

"Go and call Doctor Jiang, who has always monitored my pulse for peace of mind, to come."

This sentence was spoken by the Empress.

Through the thin canopy, the Crown Princess Consort saw the Empress standing by the window. The one supposed to manage the Crown Prince’s funeral, the mother of the nation.

Doctor Jiang quickly came over.

As he entered, the hall doors were closed.

With trouble in the Eastern Palace, Doctor Jiang was extremely nervous. After feeling the pulse of the Crown Princess Consort, he bowed to the Empress with cautious wording.

"Although the pulse of the Crown Princess Consort shows slipperiness, it intermittently feels stagnant, requiring careful nourishment and reduction of toil to peacefully support the fetus."

"Doctor Jiang."

The Empress looked over gloomily.

"You are quite knowledgeable about fetuses. When I was pregnant with the Crown Prince, you said it was a male. In your opinion, this baby of the Crown Princess Consort, how is it?"

Doctor Jiang’s hands in his sleeves trembled.

It’s a female fetus, but he had previously informed the Empress.

The Empress coldly said: "With only a month before birth, it must be a legitimate son, do you all understand?"

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The night was intensely deep.

The Crown Prince passed away, and the world mourned him.

Oh.

But not Wei Zhao.

He expressed discomfort in the middle of the official condolences and incense offering.

Wei Zhao clutched his chest, his complexion ashen, devoid of any blood.

"Gui Zhi, what’s wrong?"

Xiao Huaian’s father, Duke Zhongyong, was the first to notice something amiss.

Wei Zhao: "It’s nothing, let me see His Highness off one last time."

Duke Zhongyong whispered, in a voice only they could hear: "See him off to what?"

"If you follow him to the underworld, what shall we do! Take care of your health, as it’s more important than anything."

"Go back first, to His Majesty I..."

Before he finished speaking, Gu Fuju came over.

"I will speak to His Majesty on your behalf, you should leave the palace first."

He looked at Yu Tingwan, his eyes filled with intense emotions.

"You’ve been startled today, have some ginger tea when you get back, and rest early."

These words were undeniably gentle.

The next moment, he looked at Wei Zhao’s sickly state.

And his tone turned indifferent.

Solemnly.

"How much longer can you live?"