You act stupid and I act crazy, let's be ancestors together

In the main hall of the Fan family, there were people sitting in front of the dining table filled with delicacies from land and sea, but it was eerily quiet, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

As arrogant as Murong Zhengqing was before, he was as quiet as he was now. Not only him, but the other members of the Fan family who were sitting with him were also extremely quiet.

They all clasped their hands on their thighs and sat upright with their backs straight. Their uniform appearance made them look like good kids waiting for their kindergarten teacher to serve lunch.

"Silly disciple, it's good, your food is good." Que Feibai praised Fan Tong while wolfing down his food, then turned to look at Jiang Si and said, "But it's still a little worse than the little girl's cooking skills."

After hearing what Que Feibai said, Jiang Si felt guilty. She was not worthy of this. I only know how to cook instant noodles. What kind of cooking skills do I have?

Compared to Jiang Si's guilty conscience, Fan Tong agreed calmly, and even looked proud, "Of course, my wife's craftsmanship is unmatched by anyone."

Murong Zhengqing and Fan Zhirong couldn't help but frown as they listened to the conversation between the two. They both looked curious and their eyes moved between Fan Tong and Que Feibai.

Isn't this Jiang Si's elder brother? How come he is Fan Tong's master?

With a heart full of curiosity and doubt, Murong Zhengqing picked up the wine glass and tried to test the waters: "I offer a toast to Master Jiang. Master Jiang is a master of martial arts. I wonder who taught him martial arts?"

Murong Zhengqing took the initiative to greet him, but the man was only concerned with eating and drinking. He didn't even raise his head and ignored him at all.

Ignore this king?

Murong Zhengqing was furious. He was the third prince of the Great Xia Dynasty, the Prince of Chen personally appointed by the current emperor. He was the center of attention wherever he went. However, this Jiang guy relied on his good martial arts skills and dared to ignore him. He secretly made a note in his heart that if he could not win this guy over, he would kill him.

While His Royal Highness the Prince of Chen was furiously writing a short essay in his mind, he had no idea that Que Feibai was ignoring him or that he was talking to him at all.

Qin Min, who was sitting next to Que Feibai, saw that Murong Zhengqing's face was getting greener and greener, and his hand holding the wine glass was shaking slightly, so he kindly reminded him, "Grandpa, the third prince is talking to you!"

Great...great-grandfather?

Upon hearing this name, the people sitting opposite were even more confused. If they remembered correctly, Jiang Si had just introduced that this child was her younger brother.

Why is this relationship so messy?

She called him brother, she called her younger brother, he called her older sister, he called him great grandfather, he called her younger sister, he also called her younger brother grandson, he also called her husband's apprentice, she called him... him...

It was over, and everyone felt that their brains were not enough.

Que Feibai, who was gnawing on a big chicken leg in his hand, suddenly raised his head and looked at the person opposite him when he heard Qin Min's words. There was still a little meat residue on his face.

"You're talking to me?" Que Feibai looked at Murong Zhengqing who was holding a wine glass in a daze.

Murong Zhengqing tapped his toes on the ground in embarrassment, shaking with anger, but he still kept a proper smile on his face, "I offer a toast to Master Jiang."

"Oh!" After responding, Que Feibai did not raise his glass, but lowered his head and continued to chew the chicken leg in his hand, "I don't want to drink it, this wine is too bad."

Crack, it broke.

What was broken was the wine glass in Murong Zhengqing's hand, not his heart.

This person either doesn't understand the ways of the world, or looks down on him. Not only has he failed to get close to him, but he has also been humiliated repeatedly. Murong Zhengqing is completely unable to hold back.

"Your Highness, you are injured!" Seeing the blood flowing from Murong Zhengqing's fingers, Fan Yurong exclaimed and held his hand with a look of heartache.

Murong Zhengqing snorted coldly, stood up, pushed Fan Yurong's hand away, and said unhappily: "Father-in-law, I have some things to do in the palace, so I will go back first and visit you another day."

Fan Zhirong had been silent just now, but when he heard that Murong Zhengqing was leaving, he reacted very quickly and stood up, apologetically saying, "I'm sorry for not entertaining you well today. Please take care, Your Highness. I'll see you out."

Seeing his father-in-law so anxious, Murong Zhengqing looked at the four people wolfing down their food in the opposite row, and became even angrier. He waved his sleeves and left, "No need."

"Goodbye, Brother Green Turtle."

When Murong Zhengqing passed by Fan Tong, he suddenly raised his hand and waved to him enthusiastically.

Hearing this, Murong Zhengqing glared at Fan Tong fiercely. He didn't want to stay here for a moment and left quickly.

If an ordinary person spoke to him like this, his head would have definitely been moved by now, but the person who said this was Fan Tong, and he really couldn't do anything to him. After all, he couldn't break off relations with the Fan family right now.

What a green bastard you are, you curse so dirty.

Just as everyone's eyes were on Prince Chen who was walking away in a huff, no one noticed Fan Yurong whose expression suddenly changed.

Others didn't understand what Fan Tong meant, but she knew it very well in her heart. This fool still remembered what happened between her and that person.

When she met her mother in the morning and heard her tell her to be careful of Fan Tong and his wife and that he might not be stupid anymore, Fan Yurong thought that her mother was making a fuss out of nothing. Now, after hearing what Fan Tong said, she became panicked.

"Father, I will leave first." Fan Yurong bowed respectfully to Fan Zhirong, and then quickly followed Murong Zhengqing.

Fan Yurong was not too stupid. She knew that Murong Zhengqing married her because of Fan Zhirong, so she was naturally respectful to her father.

When Fan Yurong disappeared from his sight, Fan Zhirong slammed the table and cursed, "The Third Prince's hands are really too long, he even extends his control to my father-in-law's house."

It's no wonder that Fan Zhirong was so angry. Early in the morning, the third prince came uninvited and mocked him for not managing his family well. Then he even used his royal status to ask him to release Yu's mother and daughter. If he was not afraid of delaying tomorrow's plan, how could he listen to Murong Zhengqing's arrangement.

"Dad, let's have a good meal as a family and ignore that green-haired bastard." Seeing that Fan Zhirong was so angry that he was fuming, Fan Tong put a piece of food into his bowl with chopsticks.

Looking at the food in his bowl, Fan Zhirong smiled with satisfaction. His son picked up some food for him. Hehe, my eldest son has grown up. My son is filial.

While everyone in the Fan family was happily eating, Murong Zhengqing was standing under a big tree outside the gate of the Fan Mansion, looking up.

Fan Yueyue had been carried back to the house to recuperate a long time ago, and the place was now empty.

"Nanfeng, go check on the young lady of the Fan family, as well as her so-called brother Jiang Feibai and brother Jiang Ming. Find out everything for me."

Murong Zhengqing will always remember the humiliation he suffered today.

"Yes!"

After Nan Feng agreed, Murong Zhengqing turned around and looked at the heavy and solemn rosewood door, with a mocking smile on his face, "Let's go, there is another big show tomorrow, don't waste your time on these insignificant people. I have to thank this stupid brother-in-law for this. Even if I can't pull that girl down tomorrow, I can at least make her lose some skin."