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

The eldest master looked helpless: "Third brother, the situation is pressing now, I don't want to do this! Think about it, Brother Yi has already lost the favor of His Majesty, and he has offended the Grand Princess Deqing and the Third Prince. Even the gods can't save him!"

"Instead of wasting the resources of the mansion and offending others, it's better for you, Brother Yi, to suffer a little loss! Just think of it as for the sake of the mansion and for all of us, just endure it this time!"

"Of course, we won't let you suffer in vain. Even if Brother Yi has no future in this life, how about his daily expenses in the mansion be comparable to those of Brother Jian and his wife? In the future, when Brother Yi has a child, our mansion will devote all our efforts to raising Brother Yi's child, okay?"

The master felt that what he said had taken all aspects into consideration and he had done his utmost.

After all, Fu Zhiyi has lost the emperor's favor, so what if he is the third place in the imperial examination? Every three years, there is a top scholar. How many years does it take for a top scholar to become a famous official?

Since it is no longer useful to the Marquis' Mansion, it is better to take a step back and wait for the next generation to work hard.

Moreover, Yi Ge'er's daily expenses are comparable to those of his own son, so there is no need to worry about the next generation. What else can he do?

It would be fine if it were anything else, but when it comes to descendants, the third master can no longer bear it.

He kicked the table in front of him open, and the tea bowls on it smashed to pieces, leaving a mess on the ground.

"Bullshit! You're such a shameless boss! Your son is shameless, and you're even more shameless! Do you think I'm stupid? I don't believe a word you say now! I'm sure it was you and your son who set up this scheme. One of you plays the good cop and the other the bad cop. You've harmed my son, and you still want our third branch to be grateful to your first branch?"

"Bah! No matter how incompetent I am, I won't tolerate this humiliation! I can go out and beg for food, or live off the Lan family, but don't even think about accepting your kindness!"

As soon as the third master finished speaking, Fu Zhiyi looked at him again.

Not to mention the second master.

Even the old marquis couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the third brother was quite principled.

The eldest master was so angry at the third master's spitting in his face that he wiped his face with his sleeve and said, "This is just a dog biting Lu Dongbin, who doesn't know how to appreciate a good person!"

The Third Master retorted, "You deserve to be called a good man? A cold-hearted, selfish man who conspired with his own son to harm his own brother and nephew? Bah, don't sully the word 'good man'."

The old marquis was so annoyed by the two brothers' quarrel that he said, "Shut up!"

The eldest master and the third master glared at each other fiercely, turned their heads away and said nothing.

The old marquis pondered for a moment, rubbing his temples, feeling exhausted. "Brother Yi, things have come to this. Because of your matter, now it has become like this. Do you have anything to say?"

Fu Zhijian and Fu Zhizhuo both frowned.

Fu Zhiyi put down the teacup he had been holding in his hand since entering the room.

He chuckled and said, "Grandfather, do you want to hear the truth or something nice?"

The old marquis glanced at Fu Zhiyi and sighed: "I know you have resentment in your heart, just say whatever you want to say."

Fu Zhiyi stood up and said, "In that case, Grandfather, please separate our three branches. This way, even if Princess Deqing embarrasses me, it won't involve the Marquis' Mansion. Whether I will be good or bad in the future depends on my own life!"

"But please rest assured, Grandfather. Even if your grandson becomes so destitute that he needs to beg for a living, he will definitely not come to the Ningping Marquis's Mansion, lest he bring disgrace to the Marquis's reputation!"

"You--" The old marquis would never listen to this seemingly considerate but actually sarcastic suggestion.

"What? Grandfather, you don't want to? Don't forget what grandpa and the eldest master said just now. You have to consider the whole family of the Marquis' Mansion. I can't be so selfish. After all, I have accomplished nothing now, and my future is uncertain. I can't repay the Marquis' Mansion and grandfather for raising me. Now I can only sacrifice myself and buy temporary peace for the Marquis' Mansion." Fu Zhiyi said lightly.

Fu Zhijian felt ashamed after hearing this.

He opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped by the master.

Fu Zhizhuo stepped back and gave the second master a look.

The second master nodded imperceptibly.

The father and son both understood each other's intentions at this moment. The second master then stepped forward and said, "Old Master, since Brother Yi has made such a request, you should agree to it. In this case, why not just separate the family? This way, everyone can still be on good terms, and if the news gets out, it will not harm the reputation of the Marquisate."

"If we really push them to the limit, and something really happens, and some rumors start spreading, it will be terrible. What's more, my third brother's wife is from the Lan family. If we really push them to the limit, and the Lan family tries to trip us up, we won't just be attacked from both sides, we'll be surrounded by enemies from all sides."

The second master's words hit the nail on the head, and the old marquis really fell into deep thought.

Fu Zhijian wanted to speak, but Fu Zhizhuo covered his mouth and whispered, "Brother, you know that even if you speak now, it will be useless. Why bother saying it? Besides angering Grandfather and the eldest master and irritating the fourth brother, what else can it do?"

"Besides, do you really think that it's okay to continue forcing the Fourth Brother and the others to stay in the mansion now? The Fourth Brother has suffered so much injustice, and he is still considering the Marquis' Mansion. Can you please be kind and consider him as well?"

"If you really feel sorry for the Fourth Brother, even if the family has split up, if you really want to make amends, just protect him more! Why make things difficult for him?"

These words made Fu Zhijian lower his head.

Yes, even if he has inherited the title and become a marquis, so what?

He is under pressure from his grandfather and father. One is an old marquis and the other has been a prince for decades and knows the connections in the mansion well.

They disagreed. What could a puppet-like marquis like him really accomplish?

Fu Zhijian looked at Fu Zhiyi dejectedly, feeling extremely ashamed.

Fu Zhizhuo's words were not only spoken to Fu Zhijian, but also to the old marquis.

As expected, the old marquis's expression gradually showed signs of softening.

Finally, he reluctantly asked, "Do you really want to separate? You know, if you really do, you will no longer be a member of the Marquisate, and it will be too late to regret it."

Before Fu Zhiyi could answer, the third master, Fu Heyin, spat, "Of course we really want to split up the family! Whoever doesn't is a dog, okay? With a father and son as ruthless as the eldest brother in this mansion, we dare not stay for a single day longer. If we stay any longer, I'm afraid our entire family's lives will be in danger. Don't whine about it, are you a man? If you are a man, stop wasting time."

The old marquis was so angry that he fell backwards, gnashing his teeth and slamming the table: "Divide! Divide now! Whoever regrets it is a dog!"