The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 340 - 337: Who Would Dare Touch Such Bad Luck?
As the voice fell, silence reigned around.
Could it be... the lost Gu family’s daughter had a hidden story?
People speculated endlessly but didn’t dare to ask, which made them increasingly anxious. All eyes turned to Heir Zhou Xuan.
More accurately, on his leg.
Zhou Xuan had been going out frequently these past few years.
He walked quite steadily, making many forget that Zhou Xuan had once fallen from a high building while drunk, breaking half his leg, with bloody flesh.
Back then, Duke Zhou was furious and straightforwardly said that the Grand Tutor was responsible.
The Grand Tutor asked him to provide evidence.
He couldn’t produce any.
The Grand Tutor said coldly,
"—’We are all colleagues, Duke Zhou, accusing me multiple times is hardly proper. When your brother died, you didn’t vent your anger and blamed me directly. Now your son is in trouble, and you blame me again. In the future, if someone from your Zhou Family dies, you might as well say it’s my doing.’"
Indeed, everyone felt Duke Zhou was being unreasonable. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
The matter eventually fizzled out.
Could it be... there was some other flaw?
No one dared to ask, but Shen Zhiyi was bold enough.
She was just about to speak.
Yu Tingwan, however, beat her to it: "Isn’t Zhou Xuan’s left leg gone? Before I came, I thought he’d either be in a wheelchair, use a cane, or be too embarrassed to meet people. How is he walking no different from an ordinary person?"
Shen Zhiyi: "Duke Mansion paid a huge sum to get someone from Miaojiang to make him a prosthetic with unknown materials, which he has to take off and wash every night before bed."
"I remember when he first started wearing it, he felt uncomfortable, yet he stubbornly went out, trying to show he wasn’t disabled."
"It’s fortunate he had a leg injury; you have no idea how arrogant he was before, relying on the power of Duke Mansion to snatch civilian women, and even half-killing them when they came to seek justice."
Losing half a leg, he’s probably unable to do such things anymore.
"But perhaps he didn’t wear it properly that time, and while walking on the street, his leg fell off."
Yu Tingwan: ...
Hard to imagine how beautiful that scene was.
Shen Zhiyi: "He also fell, quite embarrassingly, and angrily told the servants to urgently carry him back."
Yu Tingwan: "What about the leg?"
They should have taken it!
Shen Zhiyi: "Forgot it, left it on the street. No one dared to pick it up."
If it were a lost jade pendant or purse, sending it over might forge a good relationship.
But it’s a prosthetic.
Who would dare touch such misfortune?
"In the end, it was Xiao Huaian who picked it up."
Yu Tingwan: ...
Shen Zhiyi didn’t need to say more; Tan Jiang smiled pleasantly.
"The leg didn’t look like a leg, but thin like a bone, with a bizarre shape. Heir Xiao pretended not to know what it was or whose it was."
"It was quite wicked; he even said it might be a treasure and sent it to the auction house."
Yu Tingwan: ...
She missed so many splendid scenes!!!
Yu Tingwan sat up straight: "There are experts at the auction house to appraise treasures, even if they can’t identify what it is, they wouldn’t take it."
"They took it."
Tan Jiang: "Madam doesn’t know; that auction house belongs to the General."
They could easily accommodate it.
Yu Tingwan: ...
Tan Jiang: "The General, being kind-hearted, specially had it sent back to Duke Zhou Mansion. Only..."
Yu Tingwan urged, "Speak."
"Only, the auction house is on the eastern side of Shangjing, while Duke Zhou Mansion is on the western side. The distance is too far, and Galloping is not allowed on the streets of Shangjing. It took several hours to carry the leg over."
Yu Tingwan: ...
This is hardly different from Zhou Xuan running naked and being seen.
"However... Zhou Xuan was quite unappreciative, getting inexplicably embarrassed and angry, telling our people to get lost."
"Our people had no choice, seeing his adamant refusal, they cautiously apologized and carried it back to the auction house."
Yu Tingwan: ...
"Logically, the leg should have been discarded, but the General is kind-hearted! Knowing the difficulty of making such a leg, its high cost, and thinking of the many unfortunate people missing arms or legs, he intended to give it away."
"Once the news got out, many people crowded outside the auction house, expressing thanks and scrambling to take it."
"But the General didn’t take credit, saying thanks should be given to Heir of Duke Zhou, and he was just passing on the favor."
Yu Tingwan: ...
Who has more wit than him!
Xiao Huaian might as well have written "intentional" on his face, directly disgusting Zhou Xuan.
Wei Zhao though, in doing something unsettling, managed to gain a good reputation.
"What about the one Zhou Xuan uses now..."
"Madam, it was remade afterward."
"It took a full year, I haven’t seen it, but I hear it’s extraordinarily realistic."
Yu Tingwan: ...
So now that she’s here, she certainly wants to see it.
On this side, Zhou Xuan hates it the most when people look at him with strange eyes, reminding him that he’s a cripple.
Although he walks no different from ordinary people, he can’t run, jump, ride a horse, or play polo or kickball.
Thinking of this, he can’t stand it. Just about to fly into a rage, Duke Zhou held his hand down.
"You’re a father now, you should be more stable."
Duke Zhou also had his moments of panic.
After all, those evils were his doing.
The Holy Emperor ascended the throne, and as his father-in-law, he was named a Duke. How could he not be smug?
He was indeed bullish back then.
But who could have thought that the impoverished Gu Fuju would climb to this position after more than a decade?
And now his son had a broken leg.
But spitefully, he couldn’t deal with Gu Fuju.
Ever since Yu Tingwan, who should have died in the fire, appeared in the Capital, he’s been panicking.
Especially when the heads of informants he had bribed by Gu Fuju’s side appeared suddenly in his study.
His unease was at its peak then.
He’s also been thinking of strategies.
But Gu Fuju never came knocking again.
So he had false hope.
Who would have thought Gu Fuju would be so patient, waiting here!
He can’t even guess what Gu Fuju’s next move would be.
But could he bear it?
"This..."
He showed no sign of panic on his face: "What does Fuju mean by this, I don’t know."
He strongly denied: "There may be some misunderstanding among all this; since it’s my granddaughter’s first-month banquet, why don’t we discuss this privately later..."
Gu Fuju snorted coldly, unwilling to waste even a word with Duke Zhou, supported Jiasan to sit at the women’s seats, and then went to the men’s side opposite.
When he arrived, the officials and young nobles there all gave him their seats.
It looked as if the atmosphere was about to plunge into an ice cellar.
"Lord! Madam!"
Suddenly, the steward of Duke Zhou Mansion came briskly from afar, a happiness uncontainable on his face.
"Someone has come from the palace."
Duke Zhou, hearing this, suddenly gained confidence.
Indeed.
His grandson is now listed under the former Crown Prince’s name.
If he becomes emperor in the future, the entire world will belong to the Zhou family, then what is Gu Fuju!
Duke Zhou straightened his posture: "Quick, invite them in."
Soon, an old maid who served the Empress entered.
The old maid bowed to the Duke couple, stating her purpose.
"The Empress is busy with palace affairs and can’t leave, but she is thinking of home. She specially sent this old servant to bring the gifts prepared in the morning."
Duke Zhou looked at Zhou Xuan: "Why hasn’t your wife come over with the baby yet. Go hurry her."
The old maid, however, spoke kindly: "No rush. The heir receiving it is the same."
She held a box, opening it.
"This longevity lock is prepared for the young master of the mansion. It was formerly worn by the Crown Prince, now given to the young master in hopes of great blessings."
This was indeed a grand gesture.
Everyone present was envious; even Shen Zhiyi craned her neck to see more.
But she noticed Yu Tingwan beside her seemed indifferent.
Shen Zhiyi: "You don’t know the story behind this longevity lock? It was bestowed by the late Emperor, and the words on it were carved by him personally!"
Yu Tingwan: "Oh."
She wasn’t interested.
Shen Zhiyi: "Just ’oh’?"
Yu Tingwan noticed Jiasan looking at her from the front, hesitated for a moment, then smiled faintly as a greeting.
Nothing more.
Yet even this left Jiasan somewhat unexpectedly delighted.
Yu Tingwan then replied: "People worship emperors as gods, setting them on high pedestals, obviously an exaggeration."
What’s with this longevity lock.
"Even the Crown Prince had a short life."
Shen Zhiyi: ...
If you don’t speak, it’s either indifferent or sharply cutting when you do.
