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

As soon as he entered the room, he saw the old marquis and the old lady sitting at the top of the table, both looking at him with a look of disappointment on their faces.

Looking to the side, isn’t that his eldest son and his wife Lan?

The third master Fu Heyin suddenly realized!

Yesterday, Aunt Luo and I went to Lan's room to make trouble. The mother and son were unhappy, so they ran to the old marquis and the old lady to complain.

He snorted coldly and wanted to scold Fu Zhiyi, but when he met Fu Zhiyi's cold eyes, he didn't know why he became timid.

He turned around and scolded Lan as usual: "Lan, you are already old, why do you still run to my parents to complain about such a small matter? How can this be so disgraceful?"

"How old are your parents? Do they still worry about you? They usually favor you so much, and you always say you want to be filial to them, but is this how you show filial piety?"

"Is there anything we can't solve in our own room? Why did you alarm my parents and son?"

Lan was almost laughing out of anger.

If she had been scolded like this by the Third Master before, she would probably have looked for the reasons in herself first, wondering if she had done something wrong and why she had made such a scene in front of her parents-in-law.

After being enlightened by Lu Zhenzhen yesterday, she realized when she heard these words again that Fu Heyin was the villain who was making the first complaint and was trying to make trouble even if it was unreasonable.

He opened his mouth to retort.

The old marquis couldn't help himself and smashed the teacup in his hand towards the third master, Fu Heyin: "You bastard! Is this how you talk to your wife every day? How can you be so rude?"

"Do you know what a wife is? A wife means unity! She's the woman who bears your children, takes care of your household, and will be buried with you in the future! Is that what the Master taught you? Is that how you learned from the sages' books?"

"Even though I'm a rough man, I still know how to respect my wife! Have you ever seen me talk to your mother like this in my life? You unfilial son! How dare you say others are unfilial? Is this how you treat me and your mother?"

The third master dodged reflexively, and the teacup barely brushed past his ear and fell to the ground.

Even so, the third master was startled, his legs went weak, and he fell to his knees on the ground.

Even after being scolded by the old marquis, he still curled his lips in disbelief: "I'm teaching my wife a lesson, why are you joining in the fun, Dad?"

"Haven't you heard the old saying that you should teach your son in public and your wife behind her back? What respectable man would teach his wife like this? How come, as a grown man, you can feel proud after losing face for your wife?" The old marquis was so angry that the more he looked at the third master, the more upset he felt.

It’s such a pity that the teacup didn’t hit the target.

He simply stood up and took action himself, slapping the third master twice and kicking him twice.

He beat and scolded you, "You bastard! I've lost all my reputation on you! Why aren't your elder brother and your younger brother as stupid and foolish as you? You don't do anything serious every day, but you do stupid things all the time! Why did I give birth to you guys?"

The third master held his head in his hands, crying out in pain from being beaten: "Dad, Dad, what's wrong with you? I used to be like this too, why didn't you hit me? What's wrong with you today? Did you take the wrong medicine?"

The old marquis hit harder.

The old lady couldn't bear to watch it any longer. After all, they were her own flesh and blood. Seeing that the old marquis was really angry, if a fight resulted in harm, wouldn't she be the one who would be hurt in the end?

But she couldn't go up and persuade him, because she knew the old marquis's temper. If she went to stop him and persuade him, she was afraid that the old marquis would beat her even harder.

He could only look to Lan, hoping that Lan would plead for mercy, only then would the old marquis stop.

Lan pretended not to see it and felt very happy in her heart. She even hoped that the old marquis would be more ruthless.

The old lady knew that she could no longer rely on the Lan family, and looked at Fu Zhiyi again.

Fu Zhiyi was about to speak when Lan saw him and snorted coldly, "Madam, we'll need to call the imperial physician soon. Why don't we let the old marquis beat him up for a while so we can have an explanation? Otherwise, everyone will be suspicious and ask why we need the imperial physician for no reason."

The old lady's expression changed. Yes, if the old marquis beat her harder this time, the imperial physician would come soon and she would have an explanation to the outside world, and she could fool people.

The temporary physical pain suffered by the third son is nothing compared to his lifetime reputation.

The old lady decisively chose reputation. After all, the old marquis knew his limits and would not beat the third son badly.

After thinking about it, he couldn't help but tell the old marquis: "Marquis, hit him more on the face and visible places, make it look scary-"

The old marquis had this idea in mind, hoping to conceal the truth and cover up for his third son in front of outsiders.

After hearing what his wife said, he became even more excited and punched the third master Fu Heyin in the face.

When Doctor Hu finally arrived after rushing as fast as he could.

What he saw was the third master Fu Heyin lying on the ground like a dead dog, and the old marquis rubbing his waist and swinging his arms.

When the third master on the ground was turned over, even the knowledgeable Doctor Hu was shocked.

The third master's face was bruised and purple, swollen like a pig's head, and his eyes were black and blue, obviously he had been beaten.

I feel fine.

After taking the patient's pulse, Doctor Hu's eyebrows jumped and he felt something was wrong.

He kept his composure, closed his eyes and pretended to take her pulse while thinking. His mind was racing, wondering how he was going to describe this condition.

Although the third master felt pain all over his body, especially in his face, the old marquis was sensible after all and he was still conscious.

After seeing that Doctor Hu had been taking my pulse for a long time and there was no movement, he was immediately frightened and said tremblingly: "Hu, Doctor Hu, Mo, could it be that I have some terminal illness?"

Doctor Hu's eyebrows twitched. What could he say? In a sense, it was indeed a terminal illness!

It's a sterilizing disease! How can it not be a terminal illness?

It’s not a good idea to just say it so casually, right?

He looked at the old marquis hesitantly.

The old marquis waved his hand and said, "Doctor Hu, our two families have been friends for many years. Just tell him what you want to say. Tell him directly!

Doctor Hu is numb!

is this okay?

But since the old marquis said so, he could only obey.

He let go of her hand and pondered how to speak more tactfully.

The third master, Fu Heyin, had been thinking about seventeen or eighteen terminal illnesses in his mind for a while, and he was scared.

With a trembling voice, he asked, "Doctor Hu, is it serious?"

Doctor Hu nodded involuntarily. Isn't it serious? There will be no descendants!

Fu Heyin's eyes went dark. He ignored the pain in his body and grabbed Doctor Hu's sleeve. "Is there really no other way?"

Doctor Hu nodded again. There really was no other way. Otherwise, the reputation of the Third Master of the Marquisate taking innumerable concubines but failing to have a child for so many years would not have spread throughout the capital.

Fu Heyin's whole body went limp, and he struggled to ask the last sentence: "Then, how long can I live?"

Doctor Hu was startled, knowing that Fu Heyin had misunderstood, and hurriedly explained: "Although this will have some impact on lifespan, it is not a big deal."

"It's a terminal illness and it can't be cured. How can it have nothing to do with life span? Doctor Hu, don't lie to me! Just tell me the truth, I can handle it!" Fu Heyin was almost crying.