Wei Zhao: ???
He was utterly stunned.
Suddenly, he turned his head to look back.
The butcher left the at stand and grabbed the person in line below.
He had a sweat towel on his head, wheat-colored skin, was rough in appearance, with thick lips, and now had one hand on his hip, his thick eyebrows knitted into a line, and spitting as he spoke.
"Get lost, where did this beggar co from, daring to ask for a discount? Buy it or leave it! If you dare cause trouble, see how my fists respond!"
Wei Zhao: ???
Yu Tingwan spoke very sincerely, her eyes almost glowing: "Husband, look, isn’t that full of power?"
Wei Zhao really wanted to say that she was talking nonsense.
But he suddenly rembered that earlier Yu Tingwan said he wasn’t good-looking.
The surroundings were loud and bustling, others were lively, but Wei Zhao felt dead silent.
He couldn’t believe it and was about to stand up.
His shoulder was pressed down.
Yu Tingwan directly pushed him back down.
"Why move? Sit down properly."
Wei Zhao: "To the post station."
Yu Tingwan: "Huh?"
She was a bit resistant.
But the next mont, heard the man’s unpleasant tone: "Find that guy nad Ge."
Yu Tingwan was stunned: "What’s wrong? Is my husband feeling unwell?"
Wei Zhao: "Let him take a look at you."
Yu Tingwan was very touched.
The husband might be fake, but his concern for her was real.
Perhaps her nstrual period was approaching; she indeed felt a bit uncomfortable in her stomach.
"No need to trouble."
Wei Zhao: "Let him check your eyes."
Yu Tingwan was dumbfounded: "My eyes are fine. They’re not damaged or blind."
Wei Zhao: "Is that so? Then have him check your brain."
Yu Tingwan finally understood.
Wei Zhao was jealous.
Instead of feeling offended, the lady was a bit proud.
Isn’t jealousy just caring about her?
The man wouldn’t admit it, but his body was quite honest.
Yu Tingwan gently patted his shoulder: "Even if you’re not as good, after spending ti together for long, I find you pleasing too."
"Such appearances are just external; there’s nothing to compare."
Wei Zhao: ??
The smoke-like aura around him faded quite a bit, his eyes darkened, and his voice was utterly flat, scarier than usual in its calmness: "Good, say that again."
Sotis, extre anger isn’t shown on the face.
Previously, Wei Zhao was like this too.
Before Duke Shun t with an accident, he had received an imperial order to interrogate criminals. At first, he could calmly ask the criminal if they had eaten, and in the next mont, chop off their head.
Xiao Huaian, watching from the side, was dumbfounded and very anxious.
["This case is crucial, I know you’re angry, although we’re sure he did it, we have no evidence."]
["He’s sowhat connected to the Empress’s family, aren’t you afraid of offending the Crown Prince?"]
Wei Zhao handed over the knife, and Xiao Huaian, subconsciously, took it.
The forr was indifferent.
["What to do, you’ve killed soone."]
Xiao Huaian: ???
["I admit, I wanted to woo the Grand Tutor’s daughter, but she only had eyes for you, I was dissatisfied and spoke ill of you, but it was trivial! You wanted to harm , Wei Zhao, who is as malicious as you!"]
Was it purely bad-mouthing?
To dissuade the Grand Tutor’s daughter, Xiao Huaian said he liked n.
The Grand Tutor’s daughter didn’t believe it, neither did those in the Capital who heard the rumor, but Duchess Shun believed it.
Not just because Wei Zhao hadn’t shown interest in any lady for years, but that even the servants in his yard were all boys.
As a mother, how could she not be anxious?
Duke Shun didn’t stop it and simply watched the spectacle.
For three consecutive nights, Duchess Shun arranged different beautiful maidservants, and Wei Zhao, unwilling to defy his mother, didn’t return ho for those nights.
Xiao Huaian: ["No, you really want to harm ."]
["The Crown Prince may be sickly, but he’s not easy to deal with. A smiling tiger, I’m fearful every ti I encounter him."]
Wei Zhao carefully washed the bloodstains off his hands. You couldn’t see any panic. Unclear why Xiao Huaian feared the Crown Prince, but not him.
Isn’t he even more terrifying than the Crown Prince?
["How many years has the Crown Prince been ill?"]
An aimless sentence left Xiao Huaian at a loss.
["Have you forgotten? It’s not a congenital problem. It’s gotten worse over the years, and the Eastern Palace is frequented by the Imperial Physician the most."]
Wei Zhao quietly: ["Then why hasn’t he died yet."]
Even Xiao Huaian broke out in a cold sweat.
Yet, Wei Zhao remained expressionless, dried his hands, and took the testimony from the table.
He approached the headless corpse, picked up the dead man’s forefinger, dipped it in the blood on the ground, and pressed a fingerprint onto the testimony.
Having done this, Wei Zhao stood up, his tone unemotional.
["Hurry and report to the Holy Emperor, Wu Chou, driven by self-interest, poisoned the descendants of martyrs, knowing his sins were grave, fearing the Holy Emperor’s retribution, has died by suicide."]
Now Wei Zhao asked Yu Tingwan to say it again.
If it had been Xiao Huaian, he’d have seen he was fuming. But the instigator was completely unaware.
Yu Tingwan, in a small voice: "Even if I say it a hundred tis, it’ll be the sa. I can’t just close my eyes and lie to make you happy."
Wei Zhao: ...
Haven’t you lied enough tis already?
He quietly closed his eyes, trying to digest this reality.
It’s been a long ti since soone could make him angry enough to want to act.
Yet now it was Yu Tingwan, and he didn’t want to lay a finger on her.
Yu Tingwan didn’t realize the intense emotions Wei Zhao was feeling, raised her hand to gesture him to look.
"Husband, look, he’s lifting a person with just one hand, and it doesn’t seem like he’s struggling at all! Clearly, he’s trained."
Wei Zhao scoffed: "So amazing?"
It was amazing.
Wonder if the butcher from Gao Village, arranged by Li Lian for a matchmaking, could do that.
If not for their incompatible temperants, would Wei Zhao have had a chance?
Yu Tingwan: "Previously, mother bought a whole bone ho, and father struggled to chop it with an axe. Yet, this man used a butcher’s knife, proving his skills."
After recovering from illness, Wei Zhao, who could break it bare-handed, smirked.
The busy street, the couple’s conversation was quickly drowned out by a booming voice not far away.
"Do you know? General Wei Zhao’s coffin has been transported back to the Capital. The emperor went, and none of the court officials were absent. Even half the people of the Capital went to pay their respects, oh my, the last ti there was such a ceremony was ten years ago."
The crowd fell silent for a mont.
Wasn’t it ten years ago that Wei Zhao’s uncle, the deceased younger brother of Duke Shun, died on the battlefield?
The Wei Family has many generations of military generals who have made ritorious contributions.
The sacrifices have also been many.
"The Duke Mansion is very lively. But Duchess Shun, cold-hearted and indifferent, with her makeup ticulously done, wearing luxurious outfits, just stood by without shedding a tear."
The crowd beca restless.
"How can that be? Where did you hear such nonsense? How could Duchess Shun not mourn her child?"
"Let finish, don’t be in a rush. Duchess Shun clearly had a death wish, went to the Duke’s study at night, and hung a white silk ribbon."
"If not for the tily rescue, it could have been..."
Yu Tingwan paused, and instinctively glanced at Wei Zhao.
Wei Zhao, however, leisurely smoothed the creases on her clothes, as if he heard sothing trivial.
Noticing the girl looking at him, Wei Zhao slowly lifted his eyes.
"What is it?"
Wei Zhao: "Go on praising that burly brute."
Yu Tingwan: ...
Your own mother hung herself, and you’re still feeling sour?
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