The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 85: You Really Hit the Jackpot

Wei Zhao glanced lightly: "Take your hand away."

Yu Tingwan, being very agreeable, slowly withdrew her hand.

Then she watched as Wei Zhao closed the window.

With a ’bang’, not too light nor too heavy.

Yu Tingwan blinked thoughtfully.

She walked forward in silence.

In just a moment, Wei Zhao saw someone peeking through the half-open door.

Then she walked into the room.

The girl was wearing the simplest and plainest cotton clothes, but the tear mole at the corner of her eye added a touch of allure.

Yu Tingwan used a pair of long tongs to stir the charcoal in the basin, making it burn more vigorously, before coming in front of Wei Zhao.

She raised her hand.

She didn’t hit him.

Instead, she grasped the man’s hand firmly.

Sure enough, it was cold.

Wei Zhao’s body seemed to never warm up.

Yu Tingwan furrowed her brows, "Why didn’t you say earlier?"

Wei Zhao: ?

Yu Tingwan: "It’s cold outside, and the wind is strong at night. You should’ve closed the window earlier."

She was quite helpless about it.

"How can you, my husband, just focus on talking to me and not take care of your health? Waiting until you couldn’t bear it anymore to close the door?"

She softly said, "Next time, it’s not allowed. I won’t blame you."

Wei Zhao: ??

Yu Tingwan: "Luckily, you married me. If it were another girl, she might misunderstand."

She began to spare no effort in increasing her likability.

"It shows how magnanimous I am."

"And that I understand you."

"You really have found a treasure."

Wei Zhao: ...

No, he’s found a big problem.

"Let go."

Yu Tingwan didn’t let go.

She even took the opportunity to give his hand a rub.

Anyway, she was very satisfied!

"Can I..."

She hadn’t finished her sentence.

"No."

Yu Tingwan was puzzled: "I haven’t even said anything yet."

She solemnly asked, "Can I sleep on the same pillow with you at night? I will be careful and not touch your wound."

"Your body fears the cold. We can keep each other warm if we stay close."

After speaking, the girl eagerly awaited Wei Zhao’s response.

Wei Zhao still said the same two words: "No."

Yu Tingwan didn’t understand.

She couldn’t figure it out!

"But Old Man Zhou and Matchmaker Liu share a pillow! Why can’t we?"

Wei Zhao’s eyes showed disdain: "Are you comparing us to them?"

Yu Tingwan realized.

"Oh, right."

"I don’t call you dad."

Then she was pushed out of the room by Wei Zhao.

Yu Tingwan watched as the door was shut in front of her eyes.

But a gracious wife like her wouldn’t mind!

She turned to help with chores: "Mother, let me help you."

Yu Tingwan removed the yoke from the ox’s neck, separating it from the wagon.

Hui Niang and Yue Shan were in the corner of the yard, setting up a simple fence with wood and throwing in a lot of straw for the old ox to settle down.

Inside the room, Wei Zhao leaned against the door, remaining still, his eyes half-closed, without any other actions.

His head was still dizzy, and his body felt weak, his breathing somewhat heavy.

Even though he had been taking this ginseng and Lingzhi in recent days, there was some effect; his pulse was stronger than before.

But everything still hurt, and nothing felt comfortable.

He was thin and pale, still giving off a sense of fragility. He stood for a long, long time.

Listening to the voices outside.

It was her voice.

"Mother, I see we have pumpkins in our cellar. Let’s cut them tomorrow."

Hui Niang: "Craving pumpkin?"

Yu Tingwan: "Not exactly, I want the pumpkin seeds."

Fried to a crisp, crunchy texture, perfect for snacking on a winter’s day.

"Alright, I’ll make some for you."

After a while, the girl spoke again.

This time, she purposely lowered her voice.

But Wei Zhao had good hearing, catching every word.

"Mother, your son doesn’t have a great temper."

Hui Niang hesitated for a moment: "...Is that so? Did Lang bully you?"

Yu Tingwan: "Yes."

She stated, "But I will give in to him."

The conversation between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law was sporadic.

It should have been annoying, but Wei Zhao’s heart felt particularly serene.

At that moment, he felt no pressure as the son of the Duke Mansion, no concerns on the battlefield about the soldiers’ safety, and no urge to die after the blow he suffered.

Whether it was because of the warm and soft light in the room or some thought that occurred to him, his lips curved into a fleeting, stifled smile, as if bathed in moonlight, with glory flowing around him.

This rare moment gave him a hardly noticeable aura of ordinariness.

———— 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

At dawn, Yu Tingwan was still fast asleep.

But someone was already knocking on the Wei Family’s door.

"Bang, bang, bang."

Yu Tingwan woke up groggily, got dressed in her cotton clothes, and went out, seeing Hui Niang coming out of her room too.

Hui Niang’s eyes flashed with joy, "Maybe your father is back."

She quickly went to open the door.

But it wasn’t Wei Shouzhong.

It was Chang Shu.

Seeing her, Chang Shu laughed.

"Auntie, it’s great news!"

Good news?

Chang Shu: "My father just received news from over in Liu’an City that Prefect Zhu is coming over to visit our town."

From behind, Yu Tingwan suddenly became fully awake and asked urgently, "When will they arrive?"

"Probably by noon."

Chang Shu: "Our village is remote, the snow blocking the mountain, and the mountain road to the town is probably knee-high with snow. The stone path, once frozen with ice, becomes extremely slippery, and the journey is long and dangerous."

There had been sunny days recently, but it was far from the point of being passable.

We thought of dragging it day by day, but Wei Shen could no longer afford to wait.

But not anymore.

Chang Shu: "In a few days, General Wei’s coffin will be passing through Ze County."

He disclosed: "It’s said that the Emperor has sent the Fifth Prince and many officials to escort General Wei’s remains back."

"The magistrates and county officials from nearby cities couldn’t sit still, rushing to Ze County, likely wanting to make an appearance before the distinguished figures from the Capital."

Hui Niang seemed puzzled, "Huh? But isn’t the road closed?"

No need for Chang Shu to remind her, Yu Tingwan couldn’t hide her excitement in her tone.

"Mother, there are only two roads from Liu’an City to Ze County; one requires crossing a bridge, but that bridge collapsed before the New Year. Whether the funds allocated by the Court were embezzled by authorities above, or with each layer taking their share, there wasn’t enough left for repairs. It’s been delayed without any construction starting, making our place a necessary passage."

Chang Shu: ...

Although you are right, isn’t it a bit too bold?

This is a poor area, not a bustling place, roads cannot connect everywhere.

If Prefect Zhu wishes, he can take a very long detour to Ze County.

But...by then, General Wei’s coffin would have already been taken away. He wouldn’t catch up.

As for how Prefect Zhu and his team of officials would traverse the mountain road.

They naturally have their methods.

Whether it’s spreading coarse salt to clear the way or letting his men pre-clear the road with shovels, someone is always willing to labor and spend to find ways.

These are tasks ordinary folks couldn’t take on.

Yu Tingwan smiled at Chang Shu: "Thanks for going through the trouble, let me send my regards and thanks to the Village Chief."

"Don’t rush off. Take some persimmons along; the house needs tidying, so I won’t be seeing mother-in-law."

Inside the room, Wei Zhao heard the girl’s joyful laughter.

"Mother, let’s tidy up, and later we’ll discreetly follow behind the prefect and take the husband for treatment."