The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 330 - 327: Recovering the Corpse
The dusk was deep, and only a few stars dotted the sky.
Lan Garden.
A peace charm hung at the front of the bed, and calming incense was lit inside the room.
Yet, Yu Tingwan did not sleep well. Her forehead was drenched in sweat, as if trapped in that nightmare once more.
She saw that tomb again.
The surroundings were still veiled in mist, and all she could see in front of the tomb were a few plates of fresh fruits and an incense stick that was half-burned, showing evidence that someone had recently paid respects.
She had had this dream no less than ten times.
Just when she thought it would be the same unchanging dream, a sudden beam of light appeared in front of her, illuminating from afar, opening a new path to an unknown destination for her.
Yu Tingwan hesitated for a moment in her dream and then walked forward along the small path.
She didn’t know how long she walked.
The light grew brighter and brighter.
She tried to touch it, but an unexpected force from nowhere enveloped her abruptly, and the surrounding scene changed suddenly.
Yu Tingwan couldn’t collect herself in time, unable to stabilize her steps. She tried to grab something but caught nothing, and her body moved uncontrollably forward.
At last, she stopped in a courtyard with elegant surroundings everywhere.
Voices came from ahead.
Yu Tingwan looked up and saw Jiasan enter the courtyard, with Nanny Meng slightly bending to report behind her.
"The lady was not here at noon, the master came back once, hurriedly changed out of his official uniform, looked terribly upset, left without saying a word, and prepared a horse to leave."
The plum blossoms planted in the corner of the courtyard were in bloom, adding vibrant colors to the silver-clad surroundings.
Jiasan walked on the snow, her shoes making a creaking sound, but she walked unhurriedly.
"Perhaps he’s busy with state affairs."
"As the year-end approaches, things always tend to be particularly busy. Moreover, the palace has been restless recently. Since the Crown Prince left, the Eastern Palace remains unoccupied, it’s common for the master to be constantly on the move."
Nanny Meng hesitated.
As if she wanted to say something, but hesitated to speak.
Jiasan sensed something was wrong, stopped her steps.
"What is it?"
"Are you hiding something from me?"
"As a humble servant, I dare not."
Nanny Meng: "It’s just... just that our young master came half an hour ago. He specifically asked if something happened at home. I found it odd, everything in our house is fine, what could possibly go wrong? Only after asking did we find out that the master has taken leave from the Holy Emperor."
She had been serving Jiasan for a long time, coming from the He Family, and the young master in her mouth was He Xuran.
Jiasan withdrew her smile a little, her face showing more scrutiny.
"The humble servant is guilty, but kept a watchful eye."
Nanny Meng looked around and saw no one around.
"After some inquiry, it turned out that he went in the direction of Ze County again."
Jiasan’s smile gradually faded, inexplicable nerves mixed with expectation. Her hand clutching the handkerchief tightened, as if it could tear apart at any moment.
In the past, whenever Gu Fuju left Shangjing, he would always inform her.
On those fixed days, even if the destination was not mentioned, she wouldn’t ask, the two understood each other without words.
Nanny Meng: "In previous years, it was always a few days at the start of spring when he set off, often missing the young lady’s birthday. This time, I don’t know why, it’s right in the heart of winter, with thick snow outside, and as the New Year approaches, the master suddenly left without a word."
Although his legs were not agile, and he was a Civil Servant, always sitting working, his body couldn’t compare to those Military Generals.
Yet he didn’t take a carriage, insisted on riding. Was the journey that far and urgent?
Gu Fuju’s actions were always steady.
Could it be that Qing Ying was found?
Jiasan had just formed a guess, her thoughts uncontrollably surged upwards like a frenzy.
Yes, it must be so, there’s no mistake.
Nanny Meng, lost in thought, did not notice.
"Madam, over these years the master has never taken a concubine, and treats you with utmost care, yet..."
"The master leaves for a period every year, outside there are always rumors that the master has someone outside. The humble servant finds it hard to believe, but you must keep an eye."
It’s no wonder Nanny Meng worried so much.
After all, Madam never gave the master a son.
That’s the continuation of the family line.
If it were any other house, there would have been chaos already.
She was about to say more, but Jiasan grabbed her arm tightly.
Nanny Meng saw Jiasan’s eyes glisten with moisture, an undeniable brightness emerging.
"Quickly, get a carriage ready!"
The carriage could never catch up with horseback riding.
By the time Jiasan arrived, it was already more than half a month later.
As she stepped into the Ze County territory, Gu Fuju’s subordinates received the message.
Uncle Yan, the trusted aide beside Gu Fuju, was shocked and rushed to notify the subordinates to contact Gu Fuju, and went over in person.
"Madam, why are you here?"
Jiasan couldn’t hide the smile at her lips.
"How could I not come?"
Even though she loathed this place, she had to come personally to take Qing Ying back.
That child would be twenty after the new year.
Had she married?
How had she lived all these years? Would she blame her? Would she be willing to see her?
The whole journey, Jiasan was restless.
But once she arrived here, her heart settled down.
She suddenly felt remorse for coming in such haste and bringing nothing.
Jiasan was about to speak when she met Uncle Yan’s panicked and sorrowful eyes.
Suddenly, her back chilled.
Snowflakes whirled down like blades. The piercing cold seemed to blow the snowflakes horizontally.
This was a matter of the past.
Yu Tingwan, uncontrollable, followed along.
The scene shifted.
Once again, it was the familiar cemetery. But what was different was that the mist gradually cleared, and the surroundings came into Yu Tingwan’s view.
She saw the Grand Tutor Mansion’s carriage approach and stop.
Before the maid could lift the curtain, Jiasan exited with a stern face.
Her eye corners were red, but her hands under the sleeves trembled.
"Madam."
Uncle Yan didn’t know what to say.
After all, it was not long ago that he came along with Gu Fuju to Ze County and watched him dig and set up a tomb before realizing the Gu Family’s earth-shattering secret.
He braved and continued.
"The master came too late."
"He missed seeing her one last time, even the body hasn’t been retrieved from the river yet."
He spoke with great sadness.
Over the past few days, the rapid flows made it hard to tell where it had washed to, perhaps it was consumed by the fish beneath the river long ago.
The tomb was set, yet it was empty inside.
A young Daoist named Bao Pu, passing by the riverbank, casually mentioned.
——"In Shu, there’s a custom, if a body lost in water cannot be found, it’s likely entangled by a water ghost. Incense must be lit on the riverside within the first three days, calling the deceased’s name to guide them home, and you’ll surely find them within days."
Home?
But the young lady died never knowing she was the Gu family’s daughter, even if there’s time to guide her, she probably wouldn’t recognize the path home?
As for the Yu Family, it was long turned to ashes.
She had no home anymore?
Yu Tingwan: ???
Did she die underwater, or was she murdered and thrown into the river?
At this thought, the lady shivered involuntarily.
Seeing Jiasan’s complexion turning increasingly pale and harsh, Uncle Yan silenced himself.
Jiasan couldn’t believe Qing Ying was gone.
Even if a new tomb stood ahead.
Her body staggered, taking large strides towards it. Her face grew colder and colder.
The maids looked at each other.
Nanny Meng couldn’t understand how Uncle Yan dared to speak such things before the madam, as if the master valued the deceased so much!
