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

Zhao gritted her teeth and only asked for a divorce from Fu Zhiming and to take her two children with her.

This condition was not excessive. After the three officials reported it to the emperor, they quickly replied to Zhao.

Not only did the government take the initiative to decide on the divorce of Zhao and Fu Zhiming, but Lun Ge'er and Yu Jie'er also became Zhao's wives.

Even the family property allowed Zhao to take away her private property and dowry.

Zhao escaped death and hurriedly left the small courtyard with her two children, several loyal servants and her dowry.

It is said that before Zhao left, Aunt Huang cried and begged her to take Jie Ge'er with her.

But Zhao can hardly protect herself now, so how could she be willing to take risks for Brother Jie?

Rejected immediately.

She hurriedly moved into a small courtyard that came with her dowry with her and her people.

As for the others, Aunt Huang, Brother Jie, several other concubines, and Liu Sisi, they were all thrown directly into prison.

When the news came, everyone in Ningping Marquis's Mansion was shocked.

No one expected that at the critical moment, it was Zhao who stabbed Fu Zhiming the deepest and most cruelly.

When Aunt Guo heard the news, she fainted on the spot.

The first thing he did after waking up was to curse the Zhao family for being so cruel and treacherous.

He didn't care about the two big blisters that suddenly appeared at the corners of his mouth, and just cried and begged the master to find a way to save Fu Zhiming.

No matter how stupid the master is, or how much he loves his son Fu Zhiming, he would not dare to show up at this moment.

Was he afraid that the Ningping Marquisate wouldn't die quickly enough? He was afraid that if he dared to leave the house, the old marquis would have his legs broken and drag him back.

He wanted to talk to Aunt Guo about some reasoning, but Aunt Guo was worried about her son and refused to listen.

In her mind, as long as the master is willing to help, there is always a glimmer of hope.

He cried and made a fuss every day, either trying to commit suicide or cursing Zhao in the house.

The master was so disturbed that he couldn't stay at home.

I simply left the house and never came back. Out of sight, out of mind.

Aunt Guo's eyes were almost blinded by crying, and she became a little crazy.

Jin ordered him to be locked up in the yard and not allowed to be released.

Mrs. Hu looked at Concubine Guo living in the eldest master's backyard. She had been favored for half her life, but she never expected that she would end up like this in her old age.

After a moment of happiness in my heart, I felt a bit sad.

Hu didn't think Zhao had done anything wrong by betraying Fu Zhiming and seeking a chance of survival for herself and her children.

If Zhao had not acted decisively, she and her two children would have been implicated by Fu Zhiming and thrown into prison, or even exiled.

If you are exiled thousands of miles away, you may be lucky enough to live to the place of exile, but if you are short-lived, you may die on the way.

Even if you survive and end up in exile, what good will that be?

Now it's just that I have a bad reputation. If I can save my life by hearing some gossip, it's better than anything else.

What's more, in Fu Zhiming's case, if he was sentenced to death, Zhao's move would have saved his bloodline.

However, Hu could only mutter these words in her heart and dared not say them out loud.

Although Old Lady Bai was a vegetarian and a Buddhist, she also knew the news.

He sighed twice, called Hu over, and said that if the dust settled in the future, he would secretly help Zhao and her two children, and protect them when he could. After all, they were the blood of the Marquis' Mansion, and they might be Fu Zhiming's only two flesh and blood.

Mrs. Hu knew that the old lady's words must have been approved by the old marquis.

I think the old marquis also knows that Fu Zhiming is useless. Now the only thing the marquisate can do is to save his two flesh and blood and not let him die. That would be enough to repay him.

Mrs. Hu agreed readily, as it was not a big deal.

But after returning to his room, he regretted giving Fu Zhiming the farms and shops in order to separate him from him.

If she had known that giving it would result in the house being searched and confiscated, she would have given less.

It really hurts now.

But on second thought, it was a good thing that these farms and shops were given away. Otherwise, if Fu Zhiming was not satisfied and came back to involve the Marquis' Mansion, it would be difficult to explain.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Hu started to worry about Fu Zhiming who was arrested. Would he become desperate or seek revenge and attack his family from prison?

When Mrs. Hu thought of this, she could no longer sit still.

He hurried to the front to find Fu Zhijian and told him about his concerns.

Fu Zhijian was also dumbfounded, because he knew that Fu Zhiming was really at the end of his rope and might be able to do this.

His expression suddenly became serious, and he left Hu and went to discuss countermeasures with the old marquis.

As for Fu Zhiming, after being caught, he has been in a state of unconsciousness.

It was not until he was locked up in prison and smelled the disgusting odor around him that he came to his senses.

His face turned pale at that moment. He was pushed into the cell and fell down on the straw. His hands and feet were weak and he couldn't get up for a long time.

He looked at the cell in horror. There was nothing in the cell except a pile of messy straw under him.

Rats scurried across the ground, and the people in the nearby cells groaned. Farther away, someone was crying and shouting, "Let me out..."

All this gave Fu Zhiming a great shock.

He just sat there stupidly, looking outside. From time to time, people who were whipped to a bloody mess and only had one breath left were dragged past the door.

Leaving behind streaks of blood.

In the distance, people could be heard screaming, crying and begging for mercy.

Fu Zhiming shivered and shrank back until he was leaning against the wall, then he stopped.

He struggled to hold on, his mind racing.

What to do next?

The Third Prince can no longer be relied upon at the moment, and the others are probably in danger as well.

The only place we can rely on is the Ningping Marquis Mansion.

However, the Ningping Marquisate had already severed ties with him.

By the way, there is also Liu Sisi, Liu Sisi is here.

Didn't she have amazing premonitions and prophetic dreams?

Why didn’t I dream of being thrown into jail?

Is it because being imprisoned is only temporary?

Comforting himself in this way, Fu Zhiming felt a little more at ease.

If that’s the case, does Liu Sisi have any other foresight?

Besides, she loves me so much. Now that I'm in jail, she will definitely find a way to rescue me after she knows the news.

Fu Zhiming calmed himself down, and now all he had to do was wait.

Wait for Liu Sisi to come see me, or to save me.

After calming down, Fu Zhiming regained strength in his legs and feet.

He stood up, looked around the cell with disgust, and chose a clean place to sit down.

There was no idea where the air was leaking from in this prison, and after a while, Fu Zhiming felt cold all over.

The ground is cold, it's cold everywhere.

Fu Zhiming looked into the cell next door and saw a figure lying in a pile of straw, motionless, with no one knowing whether he was dead or alive.

He hesitated for a moment, looked at what he was wearing, gritted his teeth and continued to endure.

I endured it until my hands and feet were numb from the cold, and then I heard a voice: "It's time to eat——"

As he spoke, several jailers came and served food to everyone one by one.

He stopped in front of a cell and put a hard black steamed bun into one of the two wooden bowls at the cell door, and poured half a bowl of water into the other.

This is the meal.