The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!

Chapter 527 - 522: More Devout Than Anyone

After the coffin was reburied, Wei Zhao, disregarding his injuries, knelt before the tombstone, pressing his face against it, trying to find a trace of the girl’s warmth from the stone.

In his hollow eye sockets, the fire of despair burned, turning his internal organs to ashes.

"In this life of mine, I’ve killed too many."

He said softly.

"Now... I’ve only buried you all."

His soul, too, was buried with them that day.

The scene shifted again.

Fu Meng lay at the doorway, no longer with his usual spirit, silently accompanying him.

Even the noisy blue crows were quiet, creating no noise.

Inside the room, a silence akin to death prevailed.

Unsure of how much time had passed.

Without sorrow or joy, Wei Zhao rose, took the box from beside the pillow with his right hand, and stepped out with a drooping, empty left sleeve. He bumped into the approaching Xiao Huaian.

Xiao Huaian, observing his expression, carefully asked, "Are you going out?"

Wei Zhao remained silent.

He simply looked at him quietly.

Xiao Huaian’s lips moved, wanting to offer condolences and advise him to move forward. It’s been over half a year since his sister-in-law passed; don’t dwell on the past. But looking at Wei Zhao, he couldn’t say it.

In such matters, who could truly let go?

He closed his mouth again and slowly stepped aside.

Wei Zhao brushed past him and left directly.

Xiao Huaian hesitated for a long time before following him. Yet, as he passed by the rockery, he was suddenly grabbed by Ning Yunling.

Ning Yunling pressed her lips, "What kind of girl must she have been to linger in his thoughts like this? Look at him, where is there any semblance of a person left?"

"Yet my aunt turns a blind eye, though she used to be strict with my brother, controlling everything, but now pretends to be deaf and blind."

What kind of person?

Could anyone chosen by Wei Zhao be lacking?

Xiao Huaian still remembers how Wei Zhao was when Yu Tingwan was around, considerate and attentive, always spooning a bowl of soup for her before meals. If Yu Tingwan hadn’t had hands, he would have probably fed it to her.

Worried if it was too cold or hot, that kind of care.

But such a person disappeared under his protection. He had left so many behind in Ze County, with so many calculations and plans. In the end, his wife and daughter still ended up with tragedy.

Besides the black shadow, the Dog Emperor had given death orders to the military generals dispatched to the border before his death.

Who would have thought the enemy would invade, the border could not withstand, and those military generals who defected to the Ying Family focused all their attention on a defenseless woman.

Even though the Wei Family Army fought tooth and nail to protect, and the hidden guards sent by Gu Fuju were cautious, it couldn’t withstand one wave after another of feigned attacks.

Xiao Huaian let out a deep sigh, not daring to think further. He looked at Ning Yunling.

"Do you know why he’s still alive?"

Ning Yunling: ???

What kind of question was this?

Could it be that his brother wanted to follow her in death?

Xiao Huaian: "What sister-in-law hated most when she was alive was that he didn’t take care of himself and disregarded his life."

A usually gentle speaker, when angry, couldn’t be calmed by anyone.

"And he feared most when sister-in-law was angry."

A kind that couldn’t be easily appeased.

Xiao Huaian said, "Mother is his mother, and now she has only this son left. In the early years, Wei Zhao lived for the Duke Shun Mansion, suffering greatly; don’t you know? Now the Ying Family is eliminated, how can mother harden her heart to control him?"

He brushed away Ning Yunling’s hand.

"What? Has Wei Zhao not bothered with you in a long time, or used a cane to discipline you, and now you’re finding it uncomfortable?"

Finished speaking, in bad temper, he strode after him.

Wei Zhao was heading to Changdu Temple.

Changdu Temple was in the suburbs, teeming with incense offerings.

He had marched across battlefields, trudged through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, never believing in ghosts or gods.

Never worshiping Guan Gong, nor sacrificing to military flags before expeditions. Yet now, he had become a frequent visitor to the temple.

A young Daoist, origins unknown, wandered at the foot of Changdu Temple, setting up a fortune-telling stall.

But no one was stopping at the stall.

Bao Pu had no business.

Yet he wasn’t in a hurry.

After all, the people coming and going had no connections with him.

As he was about to doze off, he suddenly sensed something and looked up at Wei Zhao in the distance, wearing plain clothes and an indifferent expression.

Bao Pu was instantly energized.

"Fellow Daoist!"

He greeted.

"This humble Daoist sees you have a connection. Want a fortune-telling? No payment if it’s inaccurate."

Wei Zhao glanced at him and continued walking, paying no heed.

Bao Pu held the turtle shell in hand, watching his back and shaking his head in regret.

"Such deep obsession."

The Buddha in the temple gazed down with eyes lowered, seemingly sad, seemingly compassionate.

Wei Zhao lit three sticks of incense.

Xiao Huaian quietly accompanied him, as before.

This time, however, Wei Zhao spoke.

"She has never appeared in my dreams. Does she blame me?"

Xiao Huaian: "Sister-in-law, she... must be afraid you’d be heartbroken to see her."

"It’s her heart that aches for me."

Wei Zhao offered incense: "I couldn’t protect her, yet senselessly involved her with me. She should blame me."

Leaving the main hall, he walked towards the Marriage Bridge.

There it was particularly lively, many engaged couples would buy a Unity Lock from the stalls ahead and have a master engrave their names, then walk across the bridge together, hoping for a smooth marriage.

Xiao Huaian saw where he was headed, unable to fathom Wei Zhao’s mind.

No way was it that Wei Zhao intended to walk with him.

The two were well-known in the Capital; wherever they went, they drew the gaze of onlookers.

This time was no different.

The Marriage Bridge was crowded, but a path emerged wherever Wei Zhao walked.

He stopped in the middle of the bridge, also its highest point.

Taking out a box from his sleeve, he opened it.

Inside was a Unity Lock.

Whose name was inscribed on it was self-evident.

But this lock was clearly different from the ones bought outside, not only extraordinarily exquisite but also carved with patterns of begonia flowers.

The engraved letters, Xiao Huaian instantly recognized, were made by Wei Zhao.

Indeed. This Unity Lock, Wei Zhao wouldn’t let anyone else handle it.

But he... was missing an arm.

Who knows how many pieces of wood were ruined, or how much effort spent.

"This Marriage Bridge is notably unpropitious. Ning Yunling hung so many of them over the years, yet none came true."

Wei Zhao hung it up and locked it.

The only key that could open the lock lay in his palm, and as his five fingers clenched, the metal let out an unbearable cry.

When he opened his hand again, it had turned into a handful of golden powder.

Others pleaded for a lasting marriage.

He could only ask for... the next life.

Wei Zhao: "Is the wedding date set?"

Xiao Huaian: "It is."

He commented, "Had sister-in-law not enlightened me back then, I’d probably have no fate with Shen Zhiyi either."

"That’s good."

Wei Zhao: "Between you and me, at least one didn’t leave with regrets."

Thinking of something.

He spoke.

"It will feel like a miracle."

Wei Zhao said, "I am more sincere than anyone."

Returning to the mansion, night deepened.

Wei Zhao once again awoke in the middle of the night.

Instinctively, he reached out beside him, touching only a cold emptiness.

Wei Zhao froze in place, the emotions on his face growing fainter, more and more subdued.

As if a thousand steel needles stirred in Yu Tingwan’s skull, every breath pulled painfully at her lungs.

Again and again, she tried to reach Wei Zhao, but it was just a memory, and she touched nothing.

She couldn’t suppress her sobbing, choking continuously.

She didn’t want Wei Zhao to be like this.

Perhaps sensing something, Wei Zhao suddenly looked in her direction.

But he saw nothing.

The room was clearly empty except for him.

"I forgot again."

He laughed softly, his voice hoarse like sandpaper scraping over rusty iron.

"You didn’t even leave me a body... to mourn."