Along the way, the two spoke little.

Gu Fuju did want to say something.

The young lady seemed absent-minded and was fidgeting constantly.

She occasionally fiddled with the peace charm at her waist.

After adjusting it, she scratched at the carriage walls with her hand.

Her expression was well-concealed, even Gu Fuju, who had met countless people, couldn’t read it.

After scratching, her fair face fell again.

Gu Fuju hesitated.

—"Are you not used to sharing a carriage with me?"

Yu Tingwan shook her head and hesitantly touched her flat belly.

Gu Fuju guessed, thinking she was hungry.

—"It’s almost time for a meal, why don’t I take you to a restaurant before seeing you home?"

Yu Tingwan shook her head again.

She just wanted to go back.

When Gu Fuju was about to ask something, she slowly bent down toward the tea table, attempting to curl up, her heavy eyelids wanting to close, her tone carrying a hint of pleading.

"Can I take a nap?"

Though she said nap, the posture wasn’t comfortable; Yu Tingwan kept her eyes closed to rest, but her mind was wide awake.

The carriage fell silent, and Yu Tingwan could sense Gu Fuju watching her.

But she had no mind to think about this.

Her mind was filled with scenes of bloody slaughter.

In the past, she wished to know more about past events. But the cost seemed greater than she estimated.

The carriage wobbled along the way.

As they passed through bustling streets, one could faintly hear the sound of children being scolded outside.

The wind outside rustled, often lifting the fabric curtains, mixing with moisture and blowing into the carriage.

It was somewhat cold.

Something weighed on her, as Gu Fuju gently placed his clean coat, for spare change during travels, over her.

Yu Tingwan’s eyelashes trembled slightly, but she didn’t speak or refuse.

Her hands and feet were warm.

Yet, for some reason, she still felt so cold.

Outside Duke Shun Mansion, the carriage from Grand Tutor Mansion slowly came to a halt.

Gu Fuju, without changing his official uniform, was the first to get off the carriage, turning to assist the young lady who was just peeking her head out.

Yu Tingwan, feeling dizzy and light-headed, saw the hand extended below her eyes.

As she hesitated.

"Thank you, Grand Tutor, for bringing my wife back. Gui Zhi is deeply grateful. As you are busy, I won’t keep you for tea."

A familiar voice came from the front.

Clearly, Wei Zhao had already received news about matters in the palace.

Yu Tingwan’s eyes brightened.

She lifted her skirt and, without needing assistance, jumped off the carriage, and dashed up the steps, running toward him.

The rubies at her waist clinked together, emitting a clear sound.

She hurried her steps as if something was chasing her from behind.

When she got closer, she brought herself to a halt.

Seeing him, Yu Tingwan felt at ease, sweetly and clingingly calling out, "Husband."

Wei Zhao: ???

He felt a bit apprehensive.

After all, yesterday he was sent out to sleep in the study for a night, got up early, and Yu Tingwan barely acknowledged him.

Wei Zhao squinted slightly.

Yu Tingwan: "Are you going out today?"

She softly whispered, "If not, accompany me to see my mother-in-law."

Though she needs to learn management.

Perhaps she also cannot divide her focus.

Wei Zhao had no objection: "Alright."

Yu Tingwan expressed: "I just want to see you when I look up."

Wei Zhao: ???

He squinted further, feeling more uneasy.

Yu Tingwan never spoke love words so flatly.

Gu Fuju, hearing this, said nothing outwardly, but inwardly, how could he not feel sour.

Such treatment... Wei Zhao, is she really that concerned about Yaoyao!

He also felt Wei Zhao’s appearance was untimely.

And lacking tact.

Gu Fuju didn’t even want to acknowledge him, especially looking so frail in that wheelchair, it was disdainful.

Who feigns illness every day.

Even when pretending, he set the Imperial Palace on fire.

The whole Yangxin Hall was burned down.

Thinking of how He Xuran led various Imperial Censors early in the morning to face the Emperor, investigating Ying Fuyan’s cause of death, Gu Fuju almost laughed in anger.

Ying Fuyan’s death was timely indeed. He didn’t believe Wei Zhao had no hand in this. Whether it was a true or false death was uncertain.

This student’s mind ran too deep, and he was best at guessing others’ thoughts.

For instance, he predicted that as soon as he let slip news, He Xuran couldn’t sit idle. Predicted that He Xuran would elevate the Emperor, and the Emperor, concerned most about reputation, couldn’t stop it.

Also predicted... Gu Fuju would turn a blind eye.

Gu Fuju began walking.

"There are people in the palace helping me watch it, so it’s not urgent. I have questions for you too."

Wei Zhao held the girl’s hand, cold as ice: "No time."

Gu Fuju: ??

This disrespectful scoundrel.

He still entered the Wei Family’s gate, the group moving along the corridor.

"When the Fifth Prince entered the palace early to meet the Emperor, he was reporting official duties, the Holy Emperor initially refused to see him."

But Ying Yin said he had important matters to report, looking grave.

Gu Fuju: "Did you know about the Third Prince of Liang Yue coming to the Capital?"

Wei Zhao’s gaze darkened, casually: "Mm."

"The Fifth Prince claims he personally saw someone appearing in the Second Prince Mansion, and this was reported to the Holy Emperor, who now suspects Ying Zhi of colluding with him, and has sent people to investigate."

This so-called eyewitness, nothing more than Ying Fuyan timing it right for him to visit, just to catch it.

"That person Liang Rui, won’t rise early if there’s nothing to gain. I can believe he came to the Capital to gauge you, but colluding with the Second Prince at the risk, who would believe?"

Wei Zhao seemed uninterested: "Couldn’t he have assessed me first, then met Ying Zhi?"

Gu Fuju sneered.

"If he truly wanted to conspire with someone, why not choose the Fifth Prince. The Second Prince is lame, what’s there to gain? What I can think of, the Holy Emperor would think even deeper."

"The Emperor is inherently suspicious, you know exactly what kind he is. As long as you breathe, and Wei Family’s descendants aren’t wiped out, he will always feel wary of Duke Shun Mansion. If it weren’t for these relentless events catching him off guard, he’d have extended his reach under your nose."

Gu Fuju paused briefly here.

"At this juncture, it’s not advisable for Yaoyao to be pregnant, you should know that."

Need you to teach me?

Wei Zhao was about to sneer.

Yet he sharply sensed a moment’s stiffness in the palm holding a soft hand.

Suddenly, he fell quiet.

Turning to look at Yu Tingwan.

The young lady lowered her head, lightly tapping the embroidered shoes against the stone, rolling them forward.

Wei Zhao’s gaze deepened.

He understood more than anyone.

Yu Tingwan kept something in her heart, but as long as she concealed her emotions, no one could tell.

Wasn’t it the case?

Back then in Ze County, she clearly doubted his identity, yet feigned innocence without saying a word.

Next to his ear, Gu Fuju’s voice continued.

"Every piece interlinked, with no flaw. I don’t know how the Third Prince of Liang Yue agreed to assist you, but you must have put quite a bit of thought into it, don’t get yourself into trouble."

He said so much in one breath, no more than to remind Wei Zhao not to act too boldly, eager haste leads nowhere good, take it slow.

Rushing leads to mistakes, possibly ruining everything, consequences could be dire.

Wei Zhao furrowed his brows, sparing a few thoughts in reply: "Is that so?"

His tone floated lightly: "Maybe, he values the Second Prince’s talent."

Pah!

Tell it to the ghosts.