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

"The net of heaven is vast and wide, and nothing can escape it. Fu Zhiming, this is the fate you deserve."

"For all these years, you've been living in constant fear, unable to sleep peacefully. There's always someone secretly spying on everything you do, ready to catch you at any moment, expose everything you've painstakingly concealed, and take away all your glory. Doesn't that feel tough?"

"I watched you painstakingly scheme to enter the court, watched you cling to the powerful, watched you think you were securely on top, and then I personally pulled you down, into the mire from which you could never rise again. I did all this. How is it? Are you happy?"

Fu Zhiyi's eyes were filled with undisguised malice and mocking laughter.

Fu Zhiming finally couldn't hold it in any longer: "Killing is not enough, why do you have to humiliate me like this?"

Fu Zhiyi's face was icy cold. "You want the title of Marquis, that's your first branch's business. Our third branch has never been involved. Even if you wanted to harm someone, poison someone, or kill someone, couldn't you just kill Fu Zhijian? Why did you involve the second and third branches as well? You didn't care about more than a dozen lives, so why would you care about this little humiliation?"

At this point, Fu Zhiming was desperate, and he sneered, "The old man values ​​you so much, but for so many years, he has been reluctant to give the title to the eldest master. His preference for you, the third branch, is well known to everyone."

"Who knows, maybe one day the old man will get confused and pass the title to your third branch? It's hard to say for sure."

"What's more, among the brothers, the eldest is the eldest grandson, and the second has already had a real difference. Not to mention you, everyone is more respected than me in front of the old man."

"What if I kill the eldest brother and that benefits you and the second brother? Besides, a man of few means is not a gentleman, and a man without ruthlessness is not a hero! Either don't do it, or do it thoroughly to prevent future troubles."

"Kill them all and leave me alone, then the title will naturally be mine! No one will tell me what to do! Did I do anything wrong? I didn't do anything wrong! The old man and the eldest master are both partial! The eldest brother has been childless for many years, and we asked him to adopt our brother Lun, but he refused."

"If he had agreed to adopt Long Ge'er and give him the title in the future, I might not have taken such a risk."

"But it's all the boss's fault. He stood in the toilet and didn't take a shit. It's the master's fault for not stepping up. It's the old man's fault for being partial. They forced me to do it—"

Fu Zhiyi looked at Fu Zhiming trying to push all the responsibility away and suddenly laughed out loud. "What a smartass! Do you know that if you could have waited a little longer, and not been so ambitious, maybe in another year or two, Brother Lun would have been adopted by the eldest brother. And it's very likely that the eldest brother would have directly surpassed the eldest master and become the Marquis of Ningping, and Brother Lun would have been named the crown prince?"

Fu Zhiming froze for a moment, and after a long moment he said, "Impossible, how could it be? Impossible, absolutely impossible—"

"You're lying to me, aren't you? Are you?"

He stared at Fu Zhiyi with bloodshot eyes and wanted to rush up.

But he was wearing shackles and had shackles on his feet, and he tripped and fell to the ground after taking only two steps.

He raised his head, staring at Fu Zhiyi with his eyes, waiting for an answer.

Fu Zhiyi looked up at the sky. It was a good day today, with no clouds in the sky. The sky was blue, which made people feel happier.

He lowered his head to glance at Fu Zhiming and said indifferently, "Whether it's true or not, don't you already have the answer in your heart? Why ask me?"

Then he waved his hand, and the guards who had been following him silently turned the car he was sitting in and was about to push it out of the crowd.

After being pushed out for less than three meters, Fu Zhiyi spoke for the last time: "Live well and enjoy the ending I have arranged for you!"

Fu Zhiming was in a daze, and he just kept repeating: "You lied to me, you lied to me..."

I don’t know if you heard Fu Zhiyi’s last words.

He didn't hear it, but Yuan Ge'er and Zhu Jie'er next to him heard it clearly.

The two had only heard of this fourth uncle who had disappeared and whose life or death was unknown from the occasional words of their parents.

Now he knew that all these years, his marriage, his mother's death, even the final defeat of the Marquisate and their exile were the work of his fourth uncle.

I felt resentment and fear in my heart.

Watching Fu Zhiyi walk away, I looked at Fu Zhiming who was still in a daze.

Yuan Ge'er gritted his teeth, hid the resentment in his eyes, and replaced it with a look of admiration: "Fourth Uncle, all of this is due to father's misconceptions. He did such a heartless thing, and he deserved this ending."

"But, but Sister Zhu and I were not yet born at that time. This sin cannot be blamed on us."

"Please, Fourth Uncle, for the sake of our family, rescue my nephew and Sister Zhu. I will definitely repay you with a generous gesture."

As he said this, he pulled Zhu Jie'er and knelt behind Fu Zhiyi.

"Tie a grass and hold a ring." Fu Zhiyi repeated these four words with a playful look.

He sneered, "If someone else had said this, I might have considered it. But both of your parents are ungrateful villains. Your father, for the sake of a title, cold-bloodedly colluded with outsiders and murdered his own blood relatives; your mother, having received favors from the Zhao family, poisoned your cousin to death for the position of Marquis's wife."

"I can't believe that there are descendants of such a cruel couple. Just wish yourself the best—"

He left after saying this.

Only the people around were left, looking at the Fu family's father and son with contempt.

Later, all the way north, Fu Zhiming and the other two were targeted and suffered terribly.

He almost wanted to commit suicide, but was rescued.

The escorting officers even said frankly that a nobleman had instructed them to keep the three people alive along the way and to let them suffer enough pain and torture in this world before they could die.

Even death is not allowed before paying off one's sinful debts.

After being tortured all the way to the exile place in the northwest, the three of them were only breathing their last breath.

After only two days of rest, he was assigned the heaviest and most tiring work.

Within three months, Zhu Jie'er could no longer bear it and died quietly one night.

Half a year later, Yuan Ge'er also followed in Zhu Jie'er's footsteps.

A year later, Fu Zhiming was quarrying when he accidentally fell off the rocks. He hit his head on a sharp stone and died on the spot.

Fu Zhiming woke up at this moment, his head throbbing with pain, as if two memories were fighting in his mind.

For a moment, he couldn't even tell the difference between the two memories. Which one was real and which one was fake?

Which Fu Zhiming is he?

Is it Fu Zhiming who was exiled before he even got the title?

Or is he the Fu Zhiming who once became the Marquis of Ningping but was eventually exiled?

Was he destined to be exiled?

Just when he was confused, Liu Sisi came back with breakfast.

Just like before, she threw a vegetable dumpling to Fu Zhiming and said casually, "The officials said that because someone died, we should rest for a while and leave in the afternoon."

Without waiting for Fu Zhiming's answer, he muttered again: "Brother Jie's death is finally of some use. It can give us some rest."