The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 335 - 332: Will It Chafe You?
"The Duke was overjoyed and asked me to come back and report the safe arrival. He also sent the pastries you loved when you were still unmarried, my lady."
The old maid spoke as she gently opened the lid of the food box.
Inside was a baby boy, asleep and drugged.
Every matter was handled seamlessly, conveying exactly the intended message.
Everything went smoothly.
The Empress smiled from her heart.
Without looking at her own granddaughter, she picked up the infant boy inside the food box instead.
"Take her away now."
Her eyes were dark, but there was a murderous intent in them.
"Not a whisper of this can leak out. Sometimes, only a dead man can keep silent."
"This really unsettles me."
She calmly said, "Those who attended the delivery outside, and those involved below, all find a way to deal with them later."
This was to kill witnesses to keep the secret.
Empress: "Quickly send someone to report the good news to the Holy Emperor."
"Yes."
The emperor was overjoyed upon hearing the news. He wanted to bestow a name but thought about how the child had just been born and feared it might not bear the fortune, so he refrained.
The Empress was even more unwilling for anything to happen to this child. She knew far too well the intrigues and schemes within the palace!
She even suspected the Crown Prince was born weak due to someone’s plot but found no evidence. She simply proposed the excuse that the child’s father had just passed, so the celebration for the little prince’s full month should not be made grand.
The lame Second Prince Ying Zhi heard the news, and his face suddenly fell.
The Fifth Prince Ying Yin, however unwilling, found nothing wrong and had the Fifth Prince Consort personally deliver the congratulations to the Eastern Palace.
Many households promptly took action, preparing gifts and congratulations, all sending them to the Imperial Palace.
Soon, the news of the Crown Princess Consort giving birth spread throughout Shangjing City.
Six days later.
The soldiers guarding the city gate were checking travel permits one by one when suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd.
A gigantic beast with a proud demeanor approached, head held high.
Fu Meng had just arrived.
Many were queuing to enter the city, forming a long line. It showed no awareness and swaggered straight ahead.
Unlike other cities where the common people were frightened upon seeing it.
It was well known here.
"The White Tiger! This must be the White Tiger raised by General Wei. Ah, it’s just as awe-inspiring as others say!"
"I’ve seen it before. I was curious last time and, knowing it doesn’t eat people for no reason, dared to approach it. But it slapped me away with one paw. I couldn’t walk for three months. Seeing it now makes me anxious."
"This tiger, at the border, can kill enemy soldiers with one slap, its claws tearing bodies into strips. Many were stomped into mush for the cooks to make meatballs. It must have shown restraint with you; otherwise, you’d be dead."
Fu Meng marched forward with majestic arrogance, Rong Di unable to hold it back.
Yet Fu Meng was always obedient to rules. It reached the front of the queue, ignoring everyone, and simply squeezed past with its body.
Cutting in line.
Yes.
It was its turn now!
Who would dare protest?
Fu Meng held its travel permit in its mouth, delivering it to the guards in a very disciplined manner.
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Here.
Wei Zhao leaned against the window, polishing the Cloud-breaking Spear.
Yu Tingwan approached softly, "The blade is polished bright, the cold gleam menacing. Who’s your husband planning to send to meet King Yan?"
Wei Zhao lifted his eyelids, "Who do you wish to die?"
What a question.
Yu Tingwan: "It sounds as if, whoever I name, you can make it happen. Such arrogance."
Wei Zhao: ...
Those he could kill without immediate consequences were few in Shangjing. Even if it couldn’t be done now, someday those could be dealt with.
"Yu Tingwan."
"Hmm."
Wei Zhao stood straight and put down the Cloud-breaking Spear, "Your husband’s skills are not small, always keeping his word. Have I ever reneged on your requests?"
"Hearing is not as good as seeing. If you’re not afraid of blood, you can watch me kill someone next time."
No, Yu Tingwan couldn’t bear such a scene.
But...
"I’m well aware of your skills."
Yu Tingwan’s voice was gentle, "But you’ve done all the serious things you promised, and the unimportant ones, well, that’s another story."
How did it come to distinguishing between serious and trivial?
Wei Zhao furrowed his brow, not understanding.
Yu Tingwan kindly informed him, "You said you’d be quick about it in bed. How many times did it actually last long?"
When she said no more, Wei Zhao agreed, but how often did he really stop?
Yu Tingwan prodded his collar with her fingertip, her eyes lifting with an insinuating gaze, "Pulling up your pants and going about, acting like a proper person."
Wei Zhao raised an eyebrow.
He did not argue.
It was true.
He didn’t feel himself a rascal.
Wei Zhao pulled her into his embrace, holding her restless fingertip against his heart.
"Not to mention other things. But one thing I’ve mentioned, how did you forget?"
Yu Tingwan: "What thing?"
Wei Zhao did not answer, he simply lifted her and placed her on the table, handing her a small box placed nearby.
"Open it and see."
Yu Tingwan was suspicious.
She took the key, inserted it gently into the lock, and turned it with a click.
The box was small, containing a tiny jade bottle, a sachet, and some dried thin slices.
She first opened the sachet; it had the scent of traditional Chinese medicine, not exactly unpleasant.
"What is this?"
Wei Zhao: "To hang by the bedside for contraception. I consulted many medical texts and ancient books to specially prepare it. An ingredient was hard to find, and it was only completed now."
"Although there are elixirs that don’t harm the body, they’re bitter, why suffer?"
Yu Tingwan understood.
Yet she remained puzzled.
She whispered, "Don’t you always..."
How could she know that every time they made love, Wei Zhao was mindful? Yu Tingwan’s menstrual cycle was regular, so he could avoid the fertile days.
He said, "I always finished outside, but there’s no ensuring not a drop spills."
Especially at the critical moment, he might neglect.
Yu Tingwan’s skin was thick, but truly when Wei Zhao spoke candidly about such matters to her, especially with imagery, it felt a bit awkward.
She turned slightly, avoiding Wei Zhao’s gaze, put the sachet aside, and shifted the conversation by picking up the dry thin slices nearby.
They didn’t seem edible.
She brought them to her nose, but there was no scent.
Without waiting for her question.
Wei Zhao spoke plainly, "It’s lamb intestine."
"Cleaned thoroughly, the fat scraped off, washed, sun-dried. One end is sewn tightly with silk thread, and the other end is made elastic to prevent slipping during use."
He spoke ambiguously, but Yu Tingwan suddenly guessed its use.
It was to be worn on him there.
The lamb intestine became burning to the touch.
Regarding the intimacies between a husband and wife, Wei Zhao did not find it inconvenient to speak openly: "I said no matter the big or small matters at home, if you can make decisions, I’ll listen. But behind closed doors, in bed, you need to listen to me."
Wei Zhao took the lamb intestine slices.
"Before use, it should be soaked overnight in warm milk or warm water until soft. Making it is cumbersome, and using it is cumbersome and uncomfortable."
If the herbal ingredients weren’t complete, Wei Zhao would use it.
Yu Tingwan was curious, her eyes clean and bright, "Why uncomfortable? Would it pinch you?"
Wei Zhao: ...
Though thin, it was a layer apart.
The sensation was vastly different.
With her soft scent and warm body in his arms, her figure perfect in every way, and talking about these intimate matters, other thoughts inevitably arose, and his eyes became deep, harboring hidden waves.
"Yu Tingwan."
"Hmm?"
He gripped her delicate ankle, pushing up the layers of skirts.
His large hand felt like a branding iron, scorching clearly on her thigh, yet seemingly able to burn directly to her heart.
He rasped.
"I haven’t yet done it inside you once."
