The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 307 - 304: I’d Advise My Husband Not to Ask
Yu Tingwan: ...
That’s not what she meant.
Just about to explain.
Wei Zhao smiled, "Was it that last night my efforts weren’t heavy enough? Not enough variety? Didn’t go deep enough? Made you dissatisfied and question me?"
Yu Tingwan’s breath hitched.
Instinctively, she covered her ears.
But she had crispy bone fish in her hands.
Yu Tingwan unhesitatingly shoved it into her mouth.
Delicious.
The hand that should have gone to cover her ears involuntarily reached towards the paper bag.
Wei Zhao: ... 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
"You have to say it, only then can I improve."
No need to improve.
You’re already quite troublesome as you are.
Yu Tingwan showed a look of distress.
But she always had a sharp tongue.
"Hard to say."
She glanced at Wei Zhao.
"I’ve never married anyone else, so my experience is lacking. And I’ve never heard anyone else talk about bedroom stuff, so I genuinely can’t judge."
At this point, she started to feel justified.
Her back straightened.
"I advise my husband it’s better not to ask."
"Without a response from you, you’re unhappy."
"But if I really respond, won’t it still be you who doesn’t want to hear it?"
Wei Zhao: ...
Yu Tingwan: "Look at you, why do you have to find trouble when things are fine?"
Yu Tingwan didn’t forget her sweet words.
"I feel sorry just watching you."
Wei Zhao: ...
About to be both angry and amused.
Forget it, who can out-talk her?
He leaned back.
"Eat."
He said lethargically, "I’d like to see, how can you keep eating like that."
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On the day of the Crown Prince’s funeral, Gu Fuju came early.
He first went to see Emperor Ying.
White-haired people sending off black-haired ones, Emperor Ying looked as though he’d aged several years.
When Crown Prince Ying Yi was alive, he was both satisfied with his abilities and wary, fearing the Crown Prince’s ambitions would grow too large, leading to thoughts they shouldn’t have.
Therefore, he doted on the Fifth Prince Ying Yin.
Allowing the two princes to fight in secret.
But now that Ying Yi is dead, with no interests at stake, he seems to have become an ordinary father.
Gu Fuju stepped forward and handed over a note.
"This is the burial time calculated by the Astronomical Bureau, for Your Majesty’s perusal."
"The arrangements at the Imperial Mausoleum are also ready,"
The coffin is quite heavy, and inside are many valuable artifacts.
The mausoleum is far...
"The old minister personally oversaw the hundred and twenty men tasked with carrying the coffin by pole. They practiced with a wooden log of the same weight as the Crown Prince’s coffin, repeatedly moving from the Eastern Palace to the mausoleum to ensure nothing goes wrong."
There was even a half-bowl of water on top of the log.
All the way, the water wouldn’t spill.
It’s not that Gu Fuju is strict.
If the road is too slippery, and the ground has bumps causing the Crown Prince’s coffin to fall, it would be a grave offense.
"The obituary has long been posted, the Crown Prince was benevolent, many commoners will come to see him off."
"The accompanying consorts, officials, and female relatives, banner bearers, ceremonial guards... as per your instructions to handle it grandly, totaling more than five thousand people."
Emperor Ying sighed deeply.
"I’ve always had confidence in your work."
"All for the sake of the father-son bond I shared with him."
Gu Fuju bowed, "Your Majesty should take care of your health, the Crown Prince was always filial and wouldn’t want you overly grieved."
After he withdrew, he headed towards the Eastern Palace.
It was still early, not many people coming for mourning or the funeral were on the road.
After a few exhausting days, Gu Fuju was finally seeing the end in sight.
Thinking about seeing Yu Tingwan today, his stern face softened a bit.
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Yu Tingwan left together with Ning Suxuan.
At the palace gate, just as they got off the carriage, they bumped into the weary people of Marquis Ning Mansion.
Ning Yunling was listless.
His eyes were bright red.
He had used onions to make them so.
But he had become immune, unable to shed another tear.
He walked over.
"Brother."
Wei Zhao, sitting in the wheelchair, lifted his eyelids then quickly looked away.
No eyes to see.
Ning Yunling looked at Yu Tingwan.
"Sister-in-law."
Yu Tingwan was just about to respond.
Ning Yunling: "I really envy you."
"Being my brother’s woman must be good."
Heaven knows how much he had suffered these past days.
Yu Tingwan: ...
She could hear it, sincere envy.
Yu Tingwan fell silent: "Then..."
"Want to try?"
Wei Zhao: ...
Ning Suxuan: ??
The Marchioness Ning gave Ning Yunling a smack on the back of the head.
"You scoundrel, don’t you need face?"
Ning Yunling winced in pain.
After all, it was in front of the palace gates, the group didn’t dare make noise.
There were many people coming and going, carriages stopping one after another.
On the way to the Eastern Palace, the road was crowded with people.
No one dared exchange pleasantries too openly, only bowing this way and casting scrutinizing glances at Yu Tingwan.
The title of General’s wife of the Duke Mansion alone was enough to make people envious.
Now, as the daughter of the Grand Tutor, who would dare offend her in Shangjing in the future?
Upon sensing the gazes, Yu Tingwan looked up.
Those who were caught either hurriedly averted their eyes or gave her a friendly smile.
Yu Tingwan didn’t mind.
Upon reaching the Eastern Palace, they first went to the hall to offer incense.
The queue was very long.
Monks were striking wooden fish, eunuchs loudly reciting the Crown Prince’s life achievements again and again.
Ning Yunling suddenly moved closer, muttering quietly.
"From entering the Eastern Palace till now, we haven’t even entered the hall and it’s already the fourth repetition. They even mix in trivial interrogation details. For a Crown Prince, is this worth showcasing?"
"He wasn’t much in life, even now that he’s gone, I feel embarrassed for him."
Yu Tingwan: ???
You’re really asking for a beating!
But for some reason, Yu Tingwan felt comforted.
This guy actually knows how to speak softly!
Yu Tingwan: "Well, it’s quite a distance that we’ve come."
And the line was moving slowly.
She replied truthfully, "I found the Crown Prince to be quite capable."
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have held his position in the Eastern Palace for so many years despite being frail.
To sit and to sit firmly might seem like only a small difference, but the actual difference is vast.
"It wasn’t just any case, they did say the Ministry of Justice was at a loss at the time, didn’t they?"
Ning Yunling protested.
"Only because my brother wasn’t there."
"That’s why he stood out!"
Ning Yunling raised his eyebrows triumphantly.
"Sister-in-law must not have seen my brother’s memorial and funeral day!"
"His long list of achievements couldn’t even be finished!"
Ning Yunling: "I didn’t know the coffin was empty at the time, but I was exceptionally proud in my grief!"
Yu Tingwan: ...
"I really haven’t seen it."
Yu Tingwan felt this guy talked too much.
No need for Wei Zhao to intervene, she spoke gently.
"Yunling."
Ning Yunling: "?"
Yu Tingwan: "I’m not cursing you, but if it were you, how many times would your servant repeat it?"
Ning Yunling: ??
Yu Tingwan: "Probably wouldn’t even need to arrange the servant."
"Because you simply don’t have any."
Ning Yunling: ???
Yu Tingwan: "Can’t let your brother lend you some in a pinch."
Ning Yunling: ???
Wei Zhao, sitting in the wheelchair, seemed weak, lethargically: "Won’t lend."
Yu Tingwan said, "It’s not that your brother’s stingy; if he lends, no one would believe it anyway."
Ning Yunling fell silent.
Enough, enough.
He understood the words "bringing humiliation upon oneself."
He was hurt, deeply wounded, as if bleeding profusely.
