My husband is pure and has few desires, but I gave birth to three children in a row

Heart sinking, the old marquis hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Should we ask the Lan family to plead for mercy before His Majesty? Or perhaps we should ask your wife to go to the palace and inquire about this, and find an opportunity for her to speak a few good words to His Majesty?"

Fu Zhiyi raised the corner of his mouth sarcastically: "What are you and Grandfather planning to do?"

The old marquis is stuck.

After a while, he finally spoke: "I'll ask Fu Shan to find out who is behind this! If he finds out the truth, he can refute it in front of His Majesty—"

He swallowed back the rest of his words under Fu Zhiyi's cold gaze.

"Brother Yi, you know that Brother Jian has just inherited the title and has not yet established himself. He has no favor or respect in front of His Majesty. Even if I want to plead for you, it will be of no use."

"Most of our family's friends and relatives are military generals, so they can only offer limited help! Among the civil officials, your uncle has the most influence in front of His Majesty, and your wife has always had a good relationship with the palace. Whether she asks the Imperial Concubine or the Fourth Princess, we should give it a try, right? We can't expect her to be demoted, right?"

"Do you think this is true?"

Fu Zhiyi smiled, "Once Grandfather finds out who is behind this, maybe he won't say that anymore."

The old marquis was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Fu Zhiyi stood up and said, "It's meaningless! Grandfather will know the truth when it comes out! Okay, I'll go back first if it's all right! Let me know when you find out the truth behind the scenes! After all, I'm here to reflect on my mistakes!"

After saying that, he left.

The old marquis opened his mouth to call out to Fu Zhiyi, but he didn't say anything in the end.

As soon as Fu Zhiyi walked out of the old marquis's yard, he ran into Fu Zhijian who was in a hurry.

Seeing Fu Zhiyi, Fu Zhijian stopped and patted Fu Zhiyi on the shoulder: "Fourth Brother, don't worry, tell me what's going on. I know you're not the kind of person who would make such a mistake. Are you being framed?"

"Go ahead and tell my brother, whoever dared to frame the Ningping Marquis' Mansion, do they really think we're made of mud and paper? If I find out who the bastard is, I'll teach him a lesson."

Fu Zhiyi curled his lips and said nothing.

Fu Zhijian thought Fu Zhiyi was upset about being dismissed from office, and after being scolded by the old marquis, he comforted him, "Grandfather has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Although I scolded you, I still feel bad for you! Don't take it to heart, I will go and persuade Grandfather! Go back and have a good rest, everything will be fine!"

Fu Zhiyi nodded and bowed to say goodbye.

Fu Zhijian stood still, looking at Fu Zhiyi's back, feeling mixed emotions.

Just yesterday, Fu Zhiyi, the newly crowned third place scholar, was still full of energy and had a bright future.

Now, due to one's carelessness, he has fallen to this point, and even his back looks so desolate.

Shaking his head to get rid of his thoughts, Fu Zhijian walked towards the old marquis's yard.

This is Lanyueyuan.

Fu Zhiming was in the study and didn't allow anyone to come in.

He locked himself inside, covered himself with the quilt, and laughed silently.

Fu Zhiyi, you've come to this day! Yesterday you were so high and mighty, but in just one night, you've been pulled down from the altar!

So what if he was the new third place in the imperial examination? So what if he was favored by the emperor?

It was not just a small chess piece that fell from the clouds after being gently flicked twice by the chess player.

At this moment, he was even more glad that he had chosen the right master.

In just over a month, he had dealt with Fu Zhiyi, so the title of Marquis of Ningping that was promised to him should be within his grasp.

Thinking of this, Fu Zhiming's heart became even hotter.

It was as if he had already seen the day when he would inherit the Ningping Marquisate. Fu Zhijian, as well as the second and third wives, would all crawl at his feet, wagging their tails and begging for mercy, watching his expression, waiting for his charity...

Zhao also heard the news, but she was not as happy as Fu Zhiming. Instead, she paced around the room.

Jinzhu and Yinzhu didn't dare to say anything.

Logically speaking, Jinzhu was originally favored by the son of the second steward Wu Daxiao, and they were supposed to get married before the New Year.

But years ago, their Lanyue Court lost its power, and Wu Daxiao's family felt something was wrong, so they immediately denied the marriage.

Jinzhu was unable to marry him.

Fortunately, few people knew about this news, so Jinzhu's dignity was saved.

But after experiencing this, Jinzhu became even more silent.

At this moment, he looked at Zhao walking around in the room, with his head down and no words.

Still, Yinzhu couldn't help but say, "Third Grandma, please be careful with the baby in your belly, take a break--"

Zhao finally sat down, but her expression was not very good. She waved her hand to signal both of them to leave.

I sat alone in front of the window, staring blankly for half a day.

As the saying goes, the closest relatives are the most distant, even though her relationship with Fu Zhiming has been cold these days.

After all, they had lived in harmony in the past few years. These days, Fu Zhiming has been going out every day.

When I came back, I reeked of alcohol every day.

She had asked someone to help him wash and dress, and had also heard snippets of his drunken talk.

At that time, I thought Fu Zhiming was just angry and talking nonsense, but now it seems that Fu Zhiming actually joined forces with outsiders to deal with the fourth brother, and he succeeded.

This made Zhao feel uneasy.

Sometimes I feel that Fu Zhiming is being unkind. After all, we are family, and this is probably not a long-term solution for the family.

Then she felt relieved. Fu Zhiyi and Lu Zhenzhen weighed on her and her husband like a mountain, making her think that she would have to live under their shadow for the rest of her life.

Now I find that this mountain can actually be overturned.

Moreover, if the nobleman that Fu Zhiming hooked up with is really so powerful, then in the future, they in Lanyueyuan will not have to look at the opinions of Hu and Fu Zhijian.

You know, ever since Hu officially took over the overall management of the Marquis' Mansion, the supplies at Lanyue Courtyard seem to be the same as usual.

But without the subsidies that the eldest master gave secretly through Concubine Guo, life became much more difficult.

Not to mention, now that Fu Zhijian and Hu are the masters of the Marquis' Mansion, those servants are all fence-sitters and immediately sided with Hu.

The only people she could trust and use now were her own maid and several other concubines.

Although the small differences in daily life are harmless, they can make people feel uncomfortable.

Now the eldest master is still alive. If he were to pass away, I'm afraid their lives would be even more difficult.

It's okay for her, but Lun Ge'er and the one in her belly, do they also have to live a life of dependence on others?

If so, if Fu Zhiming could really take advantage of the help of a noble person and find another way out, it would be another way out.

Thinking of this, Zhao gradually calmed down.

She was just a woman in the back house, what could she know? Naturally, she followed her husband's lead.

As for the trace of reluctance and apology in her heart, she suppressed it tightly, not giving it any chance to show up.

People are selfish. Rather than letting you succeed and be looked up to by me, you should step on my head.

What's wrong with going against one's conscience and becoming a superior person?

Zhao looked in the direction of Tingtaoju and thought so.