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

Ningping Marquis Mansion.

The old marquis, the eldest master and Fu Zhijian all had gloomy expressions.

In front of him was a tattered piece of paper, stained with blood and unknown stains.

There were only two words on it: Save me!

Fu Zhiming had no idea what method he was using to have him brought out and sent to the Ningping Marquis' Mansion.

Thanks to Mrs. Hu’s reminder to Fu Zhijian last time, Fu Zhijian instructed the doorman that if a stranger brought a letter or asked to see someone, he must not neglect it and must report it in time.

So this time, when a stranger came saying he brought a letter, the doorman immediately kept him.

The man kept his head down. After meeting Fu Zhijian, he left a letter and said goodbye.

How could Fu Zhijian be willing to let the man go? He quickly kept the man and stuffed him with a thick purse.

The man confided a few words, saying that Fu Zhiming had suffered great hardship in prison and could hardly bear it.

Now he has nowhere else to go and can only pin his hopes on the Marquis' Mansion.

The implicit meaning of his words is that if the Marquis' Mansion does not help Fu Zhiming at this time, Fu Zhiming will probably drag the Marquis' Mansion into the water.

Fu Zhijian broke out in cold sweat on his back.

Although he didn't know why the visitor was willing to reveal such news, he was still grateful and stuffed a few more banknotes into the mansion before letting the butler personally escort the man out of the mansion.

He turned around and went to the old marquis and the eldest master for advice.

The old marquis was playing with the walnuts in his hand with an expressionless face, but his hurried movements revealed that his mood was not as calm as his expression.

The master was even more at a loss. He held the piece of letter in his hand, feeling distressed, but more of panic and fear.

"Father, if that evil creature really wants to drag the Marquisate down with him, what should we do?"

The master is now regretting deeply. If, if he had known this day would happen, he should have drowned this evil creature when he was born.

It also saves you from the worry today.

Fu Zhijian found the master's frightened look ironic and ridiculous.

Fu Zhiming still wants to take control of the Marquis' Mansion today. Isn't it the Eldest Master who allowed him to do this?

When Fu Zhiming harmed others in the past, the master didn't take it seriously.

Now it’s your turn, are you finally panicking?

The eldest master was already nervous, and when he saw that his father and son were silent, he became even more uncertain.

Facing Fu Zhijian's mocking eyes again, he couldn't hold back any longer: "Brother Jian, this concerns the life and death of the entire Marquisate. You can't ignore the whole house for the sake of a momentary impulse at this time! Think about your wife, and Brother Bo——"

The old marquis couldn't stand it any longer and slammed the walnut in his hand onto the table, "Shut up! In the final analysis, this is all the evil you sowed, and you've reaped the evil fruit today!"

"If you hadn't been openly and covertly condoning that evildoer over the years, how could our mansion be in such trouble today?"

The eldest master hung his head. "I know I was too indulgent towards that evil creature before, but I didn't know he was such an ungrateful person. He didn't even appreciate the kindness of the Marquisate in raising him! If I had known he was such a person—"

"Alright, alright, what's the point of saying this at this time?" The old marquis interrupted the eldest master.

"First, send your concubine away. Either send her to a farm or to a temple to be a nun. She can't stay in the Marquis' mansion. You can't let people criticize you. Since you've already expelled that evil creature from the family, you shouldn't keep his concubine around!"

The more he spoke, the angrier he became: "When we expelled that little bastard from the clan, we should have kicked out your concubine as well! But you were too soft-hearted and insisted on keeping her by your side. What do you think now?"

"If our century-old foundation is destroyed by that little bastard, I will first kill you, the culprit, and then I will personally go down and apologize to our ancestors!"

The master's face turned pale and he slumped down in his chair without saying a word.

Seeing that the old marquis had almost finished scolding the eldest master, Fu Zhijian finally spoke up, "Grandfather, it's no use saying this now. The most important thing now is, if Fu Zhiming wants to drag our mansion into trouble, where will he start?"

After saying that, the grandfather and grandson looked at the master in unison.

The master shrank back and dared not say a word.

The old marquis frowned and pressed, "Anything else would be fine, but you weren't foolish enough to give that little bastard some convenience. Could you give him your business card or something?"

The elder lowered his head and stammered, "Before, before I left the clan, I gave—"

The old marquis's blood rushed to his head and he felt unwell.

He didn't even bother to save face for his son, and picked up the walnut in his hand and threw it at the master.

There were two bangs, and the master jumped up with a scream, covering his head.

"You foolish thing, our mansion is going to be defeated by you! Why was I so blind to make you the crown prince? Not to mention the second son, even the third son is better than you." The old marquis pounded his chest, regretting it so much.

Fu Zhijian hurriedly supported the old marquis and helped him calm down: "Grandfather, calm down, calm down!"

After all, it is a critical moment. Even if you are angry, you dare not stay angry for too long. After all, you still have to find a way to solve the current predicament of the Marquis' Mansion.

While trying not to get angry, I also had to think about it in my mind.

After a while, the old marquis took a deep breath and said in a cold voice: "That little bastard can't be kept!"

In one word, murderous intent appeared.

Fu Zhijian was stunned and stopped patting the old marquis on the back.

The eldest master's face showed some struggle and reluctance: "Father, is this really necessary? Is there no other way?"

The old marquis was now resolute and ruthless: "Don't even mention that there is no other way. Even if there is, do you dare to take the risk at this time? Or do you dare to gamble the lives of an entire mansion on that little beast having a conscience?"

"Or did you risk the lives of the entire government to save him? Don't forget, the evidence that Zhao used to turn herself in was all hidden by that little bastard. Do you know how many people the Three Divisions arrested because of that evidence?"

"Do you know how many people are involved behind these people? Even if we rescue the little beast, will those people let him go?"

"Also, have you ever considered that the little bastard has already been imprisoned, and the evidence he hid has been used by the Zhao family. How could he convince the people in the Ministry of Justice to pass on the information for him? It almost clearly indicated what the little bastard was going to do."

The master looked confused. Why?

Fu Zhijian grasped a clue and thought for a moment before saying, "Is it possible that those people are afraid that Fu Zhiming might have more evidence that cannot be seen by the public and that this will implicate more people? They don't want to create any more complications or dirty their hands, so they told us to clean up the mess?"

The old marquis nodded. "While it's not quite right, it's not far off. I'm sure many forces are at work here, but all with one goal: to silence that little bastard. Perhaps this is also His Majesty's intention. The case of the Third Prince and the Deqing thief has far-reaching implications. If we continue this investigation, I'm afraid the court will be in turmoil. It's better to stop here!"

"So whether we like it or not, we have to do it!"

The master struggled for a long time, but finally couldn't help himself: "There are other ways to stop him from talking. Let's save his life!"

The old marquis looked at the eldest master calmly: "Are you sure? You know, sometimes living is more painful than dying."

The eldest master finally couldn't bear it and nodded: "I'm sure, as a father, I will do one last thing for him."

The old marquis laughed sarcastically, "You have a deep affection for your father and son. I just hope that when he learns of your kindness in the future, he won't hate you to the bone!"