The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!

Chapter 526 - 521: I Didn’t Even Have a Day to Cherish Her

The images became blurred.

Yu Tingwan once again saw the familiar tombstone.

She saw Jiasan’s face turn pale, as if unable to accept it, collapsing to the ground.

Is this... the continuation seen many times before?

Jiasan tried to reach out to touch the tombstone, her fingertips feeling the cold engravings, but quickly drew back as if burned.

"Qing Ying, mother’s Qing Ying."

She couldn’t bear it, her vision went black, and she fainted.

The servants were in chaos.

When she woke up again, she was in a carriage, and as soon as Jiasan opened her eyes, sparkling tears rolled down.

Gu Fuju had arrived at some point, and he raised his hand to pour water.

"The tombstone is empty."

"When I arrived, it was already too late."

He was still in his usual attire with a jade belt, impeccably neat and proper as always.

The teapot had long been emptied, water overflowing from the cup, dripping along the edge of the table.

The Grand Tutor, who was always composed and dignified, had now his clothes soaking in tea stains, yet he maintained his posture of pouring water, lost in thought, oblivious.

"The Wei Family Army, our people, those from the Marquis Zhongyong Mansion have been searching for so many days in the river."

But they couldn’t find her.

"She resembles you. Normally, she doesn’t care much for dressing up or wearing powder, yet she’s especially conscious of her appearance. The child resented us and was submerged in water for so many days, unwilling to appear disheveled, likely... unwilling for us to see her."

Jiasan dared not listen anymore.

"How could this be?"

She was overwhelmed with grief.

After the turmoil in Shangjing, Ying Zhi forced his way into the palace, and a standoff dragged on for several days.

Just as victory seemed imminent, Emperor Ying was cut down while laughing uncontrollably, leaving behind a single sentence. This led Gu Fuju, who should have been in the court to restore order, to suddenly leave Shangjing without a word.

At that time, Jiasan felt something was amiss.

Clearly not long ago, Gu Fuju returned after meeting Wei Zhao, and his face couldn’t conceal his joy.

Gu Fuju didn’t say it explicitly, but as a couple for many years, a single glance from him gave Jiasan a vague suspicion.

Yet, in recent days, she was particularly anxious and uneasy. Especially after learning that Gu Fuju went to Ze County.

Even...

Gu Fuju’s trusted aides at the mansion had also prepared a carriage for her.

—"Mistress, the Grand Tutor has gone ahead, you should set off as well."

At that moment, she found it hard to breathe, yet held onto hope.

But had Qing Ying gone to fetch her home?

Yet, doubts began to creep in.

Yet her earlier suspicions were incorrect; if there was news of Qing Ying, why would Gu Fuju worry about being late?

Jiasan dared not think further.

How could she have imagined traveling such a long way, only to see a cold, unfeeling tombstone?

The soil on top was freshly turned, clearly erected not long ago.

How could she believe it?

Therefore, she responded coldly, unwilling to acknowledge it. But the reality hit her like a blow, forcing her to believe.

Jiasan, a noblewoman of high standing, with hairpins perfectly aligned and her garments smooth without a wrinkle, even wiped her tears carefully with a kerchief to avoid smearing her makeup.

But now, she was drowned in grief, her face streaked with tears.

"I’ve only just found her."

She asked in a very soft voice.

"And you’re telling me she’s gone?"

Gu Fuju’s back was hunched, as if suddenly aged by years.

"I hoped every day, only to hope for this day?"

Gu Fuju closed his eyes in agony, glistening with unshed tears, unable to say another word.

Ultimately, it was his incompetence.

The golden phoenix hairpin in Jiasan’s hair jingled with her trembling, its crisp sound piercing her ears, resembling laughter.

She was overcome with anger, tearing it off and throwing it against the carriage wall.

As the golden phoenix hairpin hit the ground, its wings snapped, and she suddenly rushed to the window, retching and spitting out half a mouthful of blood.

Gu Fuju’s eyes trembled: "Madam!"

Jiasan ignored everything else, clutching Gu Fuju’s collar tightly, wanting to say something.

But out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the tombstone not far away.

She suddenly fell silent.

Afraid of disturbing the cherished child she bore but never saw.

Jiasan collapsed as if all strength had left her.

She murmured very softly.

"Not even... not even a single day to love her."

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Yu Tingwan watched all of this, overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness, her emotions a complex mix, unable to bear witnessing any more.

She vaguely heard someone behind her calling out her name, asking why she hadn’t woken up yet.

But she did not want to wake up.

Yu Tingwan trapped herself in memories, without hesitation, striding forward.

Finally, she saw Wei Zhao from her past life.

The floods were severe, the river was full of debris, muddy and chaotic, as he retrieved one body after another from the river.

But none of them was Yu Tingwan.

At that time, Wei Zhao’s right arm wasn’t fully healed, swollen red from the water, flesh and blood exposed.

Everyone had given up, even Gu Fuju had erected a new grave, yet Wei Zhao continued to search for half a month.

He would not stop until her remains were found.

"Enough!"

Xiao Huaian could no longer bear to watch.

"Sister-in-law is gone, will you not live anymore?"

Wei Zhao ignored him.

She loved cleanliness and feared the cold, how could she endure being submerged in cold, filthy water?

Until Wei Zhao’s body could no longer take it and completely collapsed, falling gravely ill. All his vitality unraveled with this illness.

Gu Fuju came once.

He said nothing, only left behind an embroidered shoe.

The blood stains on the shoe were still there, and Wei Zhao held it trembling in his arms, yet he smiled.

It turns out when one is in utmost pain, they cannot cry.

Wei Zhao eventually went to the grave.

Regardless of everyone’s objections, he dug up the coffin and opened the empty casket, putting all the girl’s favorite jewelry and dresses inside.

And also the tiger-head shoes that Yu Tingwan prepared for the baby to ward off evil and bring safety.

She wasn’t skilled with a needle, and she had put a lot of effort into the tiger-head shoes. The stitches were crooked but meticulously dense.

Truly laughable.

His entire life, he had killed without remorse, never believing in retribution.

Who would have thought the price would be Yu Tingwan and their unborn child?

If only he had known earlier... if only he had known earlier...

But, just as the girl said, how can one start over in life?

He too... could not believe it.

Not worthy of trust.

After Wei Zhao did all this, he stood silently in place, no one knew what he was thinking.

In the next instant, he drew the saber from Rong Di’s waist,

without hesitation, without trembling, without even closing his eyes.

That gruesomely injured right arm, Wei Zhao feared it would frighten Yu Tingwan.

Though she often bullied even him, the girl was inherently timid.

Wei Zhao simply watched calmly as the blade cut into flesh, severing tendons, and crushing bones. Blood splattered onto the coffin, like red plum blossoms painted with ink.

He severed his left arm and buried it together in the coffin.

"Wei Zhao!"

"General!"

His action was too swift for anyone to stop him.

"Madman! Doesn’t it hurt?"

Seeing his blood gushing out, Xiao Huaian rushed over, but the bleeding wouldn’t stop, even his face turned pale.

Does it hurt?

It hurts just right, hurting makes it feel like Yu Tingwan is tugging at his sleeve.

As if she were still there.

Wei Zhao paid no heed, gently caressing the tiger-head shoes with his fingertips. His voice was hoarse yet exceptionally gentle.

"Daddy’s bones are hard... do they press uncomfortably?"

As expected, there was no response.

"Don’t be afraid, this time Daddy will hold you tight."