He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 63 A Kind-Looking but Ruthless Wife at Home

[This person speaks very pleasantly; I'd rather he died.]

Wen Yan thought to herself, sniffling.

Wei Jiqing hugged her even tighter. He had never thought about why she knew about the future, nor why she knew so many ministers' secrets, just as he had never thought about why he could hear his own thoughts.

Hasn't he experienced enough strange things?

The fifth brother pretended to be stupid for more than ten years, and at the last moment he played dumb to take advantage of the situation. That's all, it's because he was capable, he acted well and he could endure it.

Can you explain why the poison didn't kill him, but instead a miracle doctor appeared who swore to be loyal to him to the death, curing the deadly poison he was born with, while he himself was bedridden for half a month with just a cold...

Poisoning didn't work, so I tried assassination, but the assassin betrayed me, stabbed himself, and was bedridden for three months...

If intrigue doesn't work, then we'll fight it out in the court. And you're telling me my trusted minister is a spy? The other side's retainer is a renowned strategist who has been living in seclusion for many years...

As Wei Jiqing watched the number of people behind him gradually decrease, he uttered a question that resonated deep within his soul: Is Wei Yanlin the son of Heaven?

Otherwise, why would Heaven favor him so much?

In the end, Wei Jiqing became resigned to his fate. He knew he would die sooner or later, or whoever killed him, he couldn't escape death. He even prepared his coffin.

It was a top-quality coffin made of golden nanmu wood; if all else failed, he could lie in it and commit suicide.

"My lord, there's no time like the present, how about we set off now?"

Wen Yan's charming voice interrupted Wei Jiqing's thoughts. Seeing her enthusiasm, he nodded in agreement.

As for the memorials on the table, forget it, I can't beat that mudfish anyway.

A discreet carriage sped out of the city.

The pretty young woman inside the carriage would occasionally peek out the window through the swaying curtain, her fair and delicate face revealing her curiosity and longing.

Inside the carriage, the handsome young man reached out and pulled the curtain up for his beautiful wife. His clear eyes were full of indulgence, as if the summer heat around them had dissipated.

Caught peeking, Wen Yan felt embarrassed, blushing and lowering her head, somewhat annoyed: [This is not the behavior of a dignified Crown Princess.]

But his eyes couldn't help looking outwards.

"My husband, are we almost there?"

Wei Jiqing glanced out the window and nodded: "Soon."

Soon, the carriage stopped in front of a secluded house on the outskirts of the city.

"Husband, is this your house?"

Wen Yan lifted her skirt and carefully stepped into the dusty courtyard, where spider webs were everywhere, a large jar with a chipped hole was visible, and rats were passing by... well, a family of rats.

Is the Crown Prince really that poor?

Wei Jiqing suddenly didn't want to admit that this was his residence.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, let me tidy up a bit." Xia He found a broken broom in the corner, rolled up her sleeves, and prepared to get to work.

Bai Xu saw this and quickly pulled her back, shaking his head. He then stepped forward and pushed open the corrupt door, the dust that rose up swirling in his face and making him cough.

Wen Yan leaned closer and saw that it was a completely different world inside.

It was neat and clean, with all the furniture, as if someone cleaned it regularly, completely different from the dilapidated state outside.

Wei Jiqing stepped forward but didn't explain anything. He neither spoke nor asked Wen Yan.

Even without him saying it, Wen Yan could guess what was going on; it was simply a way out for himself.

After a short rest, Wei Jiqing took Wen Yan for a walk near the woods behind the mountain.

Wen Yan blinked uncertainly as she looked at the increasingly familiar place.

Wait, could it be what she's thinking?

"My lord, the sun is blazing right now. Is there any shady spot around here where we can walk around? Ideally, somewhere with some water to cool off."

Wei Jiqing thought about it and realized there really was one, so he led Wen Yan to walk along a nearby stream.

Wen Yan was unsure, so she took another look, her lips twitched, and then she realized, "Okay, I'm sure now."

Isn't this the place where Wei Yanlin hid his troops, or more precisely, the place where his provisions were?

She glanced at the rare 3D holographic image on the system; it was exactly the same.

Warfare is about both troop strength and supplies. If the rear supply line is cut off and supplies cannot be replenished, then it's all over. Food and fodder are of paramount importance.

She had intended to search slowly, since there was only one picture and a huge red dot coordinate.

Now, it really comes without any effort at all.

Wen Yan slowly walked to a rock by the stream and sat down, staring blankly at the river.

[How can I remind my husband, Wei Yanlin, that the provisions for his 50,000 troops are nearby?]

Her brows furrowed deeply, as if she were truly troubled. Then, as if struck by a thought, she dipped her hand into the water and rummaged around for a moment: [How about we say there's a lot of oil in this water, and there must be people living nearby, so we go visit them? No, no, that's too silly an excuse.]

Wei Jiqing's pupils widened in shock, but then something occurred to him, and his tears welled up again. He couldn't hide his joy. There's always a way out; he knew what to do.

His gaze towards Wen Yan intensified; why die a meaningless death when one can live an honest life?

He rushed forward, his steps hurried, and his gray pupils seemed to be filled with the vitality of sunlight.

"Yanyan, this water looks quite oily. Someone must live nearby, but I haven't seen it the last few times I've been here. I want to go and take a look."

Wen Yan looked like she'd seen a ghost when she heard this.

[Wait, isn't that my line?]

Wei Jiqing coughed a few times, embarrassed, and took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve to wipe away the non-existent sweat from her forehead. He gently advised, "It's hot now. Why don't you go back to the cabin to cool off? There's ice in there."

There must be quite a few people guarding the grain supplies, so to be on the safe side, we should persuade them to leave first and let them go on their own.

Wen Yan wanted to leave, but without her by his side, Wei Jiqing's luck was completely suppressed by Wei Yanlin.

She dared to say that Wei Jiqing would be arrested the moment he saw the grain supplies.

The fate of this small world belongs to the male and female protagonists; only she, an outsider, can avoid it.

Wen Yan smiled brightly, took his hand that was wiping away sweat, and unconsciously rubbed her cheek against it: "I'm not hot, I... I want to be with my husband..."

Perhaps afraid of being laughed at for being too clingy, her cheeks flushed slightly, her eyes fixed on him, then suddenly wavered: "How can I leave my husband to enjoy this alone? Besides, I'm scared to be alone, I don't want to be separated from my husband..."

Her shimmering eyes, no longer bothering with shyness, gazed at him quietly, as if the light in her eyes would dim if he disagreed.

Wei Jiqing was in a dilemma. He didn't want her to take the risk, nor did he want her to be sad, so he tried to persuade her again: "Yanyan..."

"You said I didn't have to obey you..."

Wen Yan's tone grew softer and softer, the light in her eyes dimmed, and tears seemed to well up in them. She was about to revert to her previous obedient self.

Wei Jiqing suddenly couldn't bear it anymore. Oh well, he might as well go over and take a look from a distance, scout the place out, and be careful. Nothing will happen.

His voice softened: "I'm not trying to get rid of you. Since Yan Yan wants to come with me, then I'll go with her."