General, Your Wife Is Requesting Your Return Home For Farming

Chapter 717 - 717: Recognition (2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The Western Jin Emperor asked about Su Xiaoxiao’s identity, and Yuwen Xi openly introduced her: Qin Canglan’s biological granddaughter, the grandniece of the Marquis of Zhenbei, married to Lord Wu An’s youngest grandson, Wei Ting.

When the Old Marquis heard that Yuwen Xi’s introduction brought up the Marquis of Zhenbei, he was very satisfied.

This introduction caused a commotion. He had thought that she was just an ordinary guest but he did not expect her to have such a powerful background. Although the Great Zhou was not as powerful as the Western Jin, Qin Canglan, the Marquis of Zhenbei, and the Lord Wu An were famous.

“Wei Ting was originally here too, but he wasn’t feeling well. I asked him to go back and rest first.”

Yuwen Xi gave a reasonable explanation for Wei Ting’s absence and said, “He prepared a generous gift for Father. He wishes Father happiness and longevity.”

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The gift was prepared by Yuwen Xi. Wei Ting and the others had only found out about the birthday banquet the night before and did not have time to prepare a birthday gift. Even if they did, Yuwen Xi would not let her guests spend money.

The Western Jin Emperor nodded and his gaze landed on Su Xiaoxiao’s face again. “Is she the one who cured Yi’er’s smallpox?”

“Yes,” Yuwen Xi said.

There were a few imperial physicians present. The news had long spread.

Everyone shook their heads. It was clearly Imperial Physician Liang who cured her, but Her Highness placed the credit on an outsider. It seemed that she wanted to win over the power of the Great Zhou.

The Western Jin Emperor knew in his heart that it was indeed this little girl who cured Yuwen Yi’s smallpox.

When he let Yuwen Xi out of the residence for the banquet this time, everyone thought that he had softened his heart and was giving Yuwen Xi a chance to turn things around. Actually, he just wanted to see this physician.

He knew Yuwen Xi well. The little girl’s identity had already been exposed by He Gui. Yuwen Xi would definitely bring her along.

He had originally planned to keep the little girl to treat Zhuge Qing’s illness so that he could keep Zhuge Qing for a long time and let him be used by the Western Jin.

However, he did not expect the little girl to have some background.

The Western Jin Emperor took a sip of tea with an unknown expression.

Due to Zhuge Qing’s absence, Yuwen Huai and Yuwen Xi did not fight at the banquet. The Third Prince and the others were a little disinterested and were waiting to see the big show. Their eldest brother and second sister did not make a move.

They were so disappointed.

The dancers were even more disappointed than them.

The dancers could be said to be in despair. Their waists were broken, their feet were cramping, and their faces were stiff from smiling. However, those guests would rather watch the three little packrats eat candied hawthorn than watch them dance.

They had never thought that three children would snatch their rice bowls from them.

After the palace banquet ended, Yuwen Xi called for a carriage to send Su Xiaoxiao off. The Old Marquis rode out of the palace with Su Yuan.

At the door, they were about to change back into their carriage.

Before getting off the carriage, the Old Marquis asked, “Where did Wei Ting

Su Xiaoxiao said, “He said that he has something on and might be busy until late. He asked me to return to the inn first.’

She did not say that Wei Ting had encountered a wave of assassinations for the time being.

The Old Marquis frowned. “What is this Wei Ting doing?”

Su Yuan looked at the three little ones sitting in his arms and those of the Old Marquis and smiled. “Father, the children are tired. Let’s leave first and let them quickly return to the inn to rest.”

The Old Marquis looked down at Dahu and Erhu on his lap and coaxed them with a smile, “Shall we go to Great-Grandpa’s place tonight?”

The three little fellows woke up in a second and got off their legs. They walked to Su Xiaoxiao’s side and waved at them decisively. “Goodbye, Great-Grandpa! Goodbye, Granduncle!” The Old Marquis was speechless.

After Wei Ting recognized Zhuge Qing, he refused to leave.

“Where do you live?” Wei Ting asked.

Zhuge Qing did not answer.

“If you don’t say it, do you think I can’t do anything?” Wei Ting raised his eyebrows and threw the unconscious coachman to the assassin. He whipped the horse, and it raised its hooves and dashed off.

Wei Ting sat back beside him and crossed his arms. “Old horses knows their way. Second Brother, you taught me.”

Zhuge Qing’s horse recognized the way and really drove the carriage back to Zhuge Qing’s residence.

Looking at the familiar door and then at Ah Yuan, who had pushed the door open to welcome Zhuge Qing, Wei Ting’s face darkened. “The handsome uncle that the three brats were talking about is Second Brother?” Wasn’t he the first to find Second Brother?

The little brats had already met his second brother a few times!

Wei Xiaoqi felt indignant!

Ah Yuan did not know what had happened. When he saw Wei Ting and Sir return in the same carriage, he thought that the two of them had bumped into each other halfway.

“He’s the father of the triplets. Sir, do you recognize him?”

Zhuge Qing did not say anything and pushed the wheelchair in.

Wei Ting looked at his wheelchair and finally understood why there was no threshold in his courtyard. Even the steps were half paved with stone.

“My master is going to rest. Young master…”

Before Ah Yuan could finish, Wei Ting walked around him and followed Zhuge Qing into the house.

Ah Yuan was dumbfounded.

He looked at Wei Ting and then at the assassin and Mei Ji. “Should we… ‘invite’ that person out?”

He said ‘invite’, but he actually meant ‘throwing out’.

Sir hated strangers entering his room. Even he could only enter when cleaning.

The assassin didn’t say anything. Mei Ji rolled her eyes.

Wei Ting stood behind Zhuge Qing. “I took your portrait to the opera house to look for you, but I was chased by Yuwen Huai.”

Zhuge Qing closed his eyes. “He has nothing to do with this.”

Wei Ting said, “So Second Brother was the one who wants to chase after me?”

Zhuge Qing hesitated.

Wei Ting felt wronged. “I came all the way here to look for you, but you wanted to kill me… I came to see you with tea leaves, but you didn’t see me…”

Zhuge Qing took a deep breath. “You…”

Wei Ting sat down on the steps at the door angrily. “I’m angry! It’s the kind anger that can’t be coaxed!”

After a pause, he glanced behind him from the corner of his eye. “Unless you admit that you’re my second brother.”

Zhuge Qing said calmly, “Up to you.”

He pushed the wheelchair to the bed and moved himself onto it with difficulty.

Wei Ting listened to the commotion in the room and held back from turning around.

“That assassin of yours hit me so hard. It hurts even more than Third

Sister-in-law hitting me. ”

The assassin muttered, “What does it have to do with me?”

“If you don’t care about me, let me fend for myself. Let me die from the wind, freeze to death from the frost, and be bitten to death by the poisonous bugs of the Western Jin!”

Wei Ting finished speaking in a fit of pique and lay on the ground shamelessly.

Zhuge Qing lay flat on the bed, crossed his hands on her abdomen, and quietly closed his eyes.

Seeing that something was wrong, Ah Yuan braced himself and entered the house. He said to Zhuge Qing, “It’s windy outside. Let me get a blanket.”

Zhuge Qing said nothing.

Ah Yuan went to get it and handed it to Wei Ting.

Wei Ting grabbed the blanket angrily and kicked it away.

Ah Yuan stood outside and whispered, “The Western Jin is very strange. It’s clearly autumn, but poisonous bugs are still out. The insecticide herb hasn’t arrived today…”

The temperature difference between morning and night in the Western Jin was huge. It was like spring and summer in the day, but at night, it was as if one had fallen into an icehouse. Lying outside for a night could really freeze someone to death.

Fifteen minutes passed.

Half an hour passed.

More than an hour passed…

Zhuge Qing clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. “Wei Little Seven, get in here!”

Wei Ting rolled the blanket inside and rolled to his bed.

Wei Ting wrapped himself in a silkworm cocoon and revealed his head from under the blanket. His obsidian-like eyes looked at him.

“Second Brother, you called me Little Seven. Are you going to acknowledge me? If you don’t, I will roll again.” Zhuge Qing was speechless..