She, in her surprise, felt it strange.
In her previous life’s memories, there shouldn’t be this matter of Wei Shen marrying a wife.
No matter if, after escaping the marriage, the Wei family army saved her or not. According to her temper, she absolutely wouldn’t return to Linxi Village. And also shouldn’t have entanglement with Wei Shen.
Things that couldn’t be figured out, Yu Tingwan simply didn’t think anymore.
She looked at the bride on the couch, then looked at Wei Shen.
On Wei Shen’s world-weary face was gloominess, depression, and even dislike — actually couldn’t see a single trace of new marriage joy.
However, it had to be said, his face was handsome enough.
But Yu Tingwan wasn’t stunned by his appearance.
She liked those with tiger-back bear-waist like Ah-Da, who looked steady and dependable at a glance.
Wei Shen took off the big red flower on his chest that was in the way and ugly. Only then did he lift his eyelids to look at the bride on the couch, his emotions unclear.
Not a single smiling face.
Those who knew would know it’s marrying a wife, those who didn’t might think someone in the family died.
Watching as Wei Shen lifted his step and headed to the bedside. Yu Tingwan wasn’t worried at all about seeing something that shouldn’t be seen, instead followed to come up and look.
Quickly lift the bridal veil.
She just wanted to see! Which unlucky girl got stuck with this kind of thing!
“Wan Niang.”
“Wan Niang, what’s wrong with you?”
An anxious voice from a distant sky, drifting and ethereal.
Yu Tingwan looked left and right in a daze, but couldn’t catch anything.
Also, just a short moment, the dull creak from the old bed frame sounded, the bride was pressed under Wei Shen, two buttons had already been undone, revealing a section of glistening white neck.
Wei Shen spoke, with surprise.
“How is it so white?”
So impatient?
Then what was all that pretension earlier?
Yu Tingwan just wanted to mock, and at this moment saw clearly the bride’s face.
The smile at the corner of her mouth suddenly disappeared.
No one could be more familiar with this face than her.
Yu Tingwan’s hand couldn’t help but tremble.
It… actually was herself.
“Wan Niang, Wan Niang.”
Hui-niang anxiously and in a fluster grabbed Yu Tingwan, whose body was sliding downward.
Yu Tingwan, with difficulty, stood up straight, and in her eyes, there gradually appeared some focus.
“Is it somewhere uncomfortable?”
Hui-niang looked at her complexion, which wasn’t good: “I’ll take you to Physician Qian to have a look.”
Yu Tingwan, dazed and muddled: “I’m fine.”
It’s just very absurd.
In her previous life, she was unwilling to marry into the Dong family, and was slapped once by Xiangshen Dong, but she still resisted.
Wang shi saw she wouldn’t cooperate and was making a big fuss, directly forced medicine into her. It was meant to, under the cover of night when all was quiet, quietly send her out the door.
Yu Tingwan bit her tongue, forcibly bit out blood, trying to keep her consciousness clear.
The only one who could stop all this was the lizheng.
But it was too far.
When Wang shi and Xiangshen Dong lowered their guard, she chose to go knock on the door of Aunt Wu next door, seeking refuge.
But there was no one at the Wu household.
And Wang shi also chased over.
She could only run forward in panic without a plan, but the drug’s effect was too strong, her whole body was weak, and with a slip underfoot, her body fell down, knocking into the stone slab at the Wu family’s doorway.
Blood burst out from her forehead.
Not long ago she saw in her past life’s memory that when she ran out of the Dong household in full wedding attire, there was a shallow scar on her forehead.
But the her who married Wei Shen, did not have it.
Yu Tingwan’s breathing became rapid.
There was only one answer — what she just saw was not the previous life, but rather… what will happen in the future.
By her ears, Hui-niang was still saying something, but she could no longer hear it.
The young girl’s expression was strange, unable to digest this matter.
Seeing her eyes staring fixedly, Hui-niang asked in a low voice: “Wan Niang, why are you always staring at my family’s A’Lang?”
If it were any other family’s langjun [郎君, polite/formal term for young man/husband], who wouldn’t be a little muddled? Only her family’s A’Lang remained unmoved.
Yu Tingwan couldn’t exactly say: “I want to carefully look at the person who’s going to press me down in the future.”
Her reply was pale and vague: “I just think the peace talisman hanging from his neck looks nice.”
Hui-niang, having no schemes, believed it!
Then she discovered Wei Zhao had quite a big reaction.
Wei Zhao first furrowed his brows, then tucked the peace talisman into his clothes, wearing it close to the body. After doing that, he didn’t even care about his wound and just turned over, back facing Yu Tingwan, continuing to stare blankly.
Yu Tingwan: ……
She’s not even trying to snatch it!
Those who know Wei Zhao, all know his temperament.
He looks like he doesn’t care about anything, but no matter people or things — as long as they’re his — he absolutely doesn’t allow anyone to long for, covet, touch, or contaminate them in the slightest.
The inkstone his father gifted him before passing, once got touched in provocation by the Heir of the Zhongyong Marquis, Xiao Huaiyan — after which he wiped it with a handkerchief no less than ten times.
That very night, Xiao Huaiyan’s arm mysteriously dislocated.
Who doesn’t know Wei Zhao is a favored person before the Emperor? Even the imperial physicians in the palace didn’t dare help Xiao Huaiyan reset it.
Wei Zhao’s series of movements just now scared the Wei family couple badly. Though he didn’t pull at his wound, they were still left with lingering fear.
The husband and wife didn’t dare delay. Seeing that Yu Tingwan was really fine, they feared Wei Zhao would make more trouble again, and hurried to head home.
Yu Tingwan watched the donkey cart go far off. Thinking of Wei Shen’s unwilling posture when marrying her, she decided not to bother for now — the match-making viewing still had to be continued.
The direction of the previous life had already changed. As for the future, who could say for sure?
She turned her head and entered the mountain.
This time the harvest wasn’t much; yams weren’t so easy to dig. Linxi Village was poor, but it was backed by a big mountain.
She dug some wild vegetables, picked a few fruits on the way down the mountain, and finally found quite a few mushrooms under a tree.
Yu Tingwan didn’t know whether these mushrooms were poisonous or not. So she just picked them all to go back and ask.
Best if they’re edible; if not, just throw them out.
On the way back to the old house, Yu Tingwan saw a group of women gathered talking.
“Hey, did you see Silly Gu? Her mother’s out looking for her again.”
The long-tongued old woman, Granny Fan, was naturally among them.
She squinted her eyes and said with certainty: “Must’ve been tricked by some brat with a piece of candy again to roll around in the haystack.”
No shame, no sense.
“Wasn’t clever to begin with, now even dumber. Every time she comes back from outside all dirty, her clothes are messy, there are marks on her neck, and she still just foolishly smiles at people.”
“If I were her mother, I’d have strangled her long ago, save the embarrassment.”
Yu Tingwan didn’t want to hear this, even more didn’t want to wag her tongue over other people’s rights and wrongs.
Granny Fan saw Yu Tingwan walk past them without even greeting, curling her lips.
She couldn’t help but turn her head and say: “She didn’t want to show her face before, barely even went out. Now it’s like she wishes she could run up the mountain every day. Look, look, another unmarried young man chased out the door to watch her.”
Someone spoke up for Yu Tingwan: “Wan Niang is a proper person. Those young men who whistle at her, she doesn’t even respond to them.”
Granny Fan muttered lowly: “But she looks like a fox spirit. Where’s the dignity in that?”
Someone said: “Now that’s not right. She didn’t steal or rob, there’s nothing wrong with her.”
“I heard, before her family got into trouble, she actually studied. People who can read usually have sense.”
Granny Fan was still holding a grudge over Yu Tingwan looking down on her two nephews: “Who can say for sure about that?”
“Her mother already…”
Just as the words started, the Yu Tingwan in front suddenly halted her steps.
She turned around with no expression on her face.
“If you don’t know how to speak, then shut your mouth.”
She said coldly: “All day long, only knowing to talk about this family’s long and that family’s short — don’t you know you’re really annoying like this?”