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

So he just sat for a while and then got up to go back to his room.

By the way, they also dragged away Doubao, Tangyuan, and the three siblings Chengzi.

After going out, he threw the tofu and rice dumplings to the third master, and went back to the backyard with the orange.

The servants were also very considerate. After cleaning up, they all left, leaving the private space to the couple.

Fu Zhiyi relaxed for a rare moment, and pulled Lu Zhenzhen along, and the two of them lay on the kang and talked.

"Tomorrow I will go to the palace to meet His Majesty. I believe His Majesty will give me a reward."

After hesitating for a moment, Fu Zhiyi continued, "I don't want anything. I just ask Your Majesty to let us split up the clan."

Lu Zhenzhen didn't expect that Fu Zhiyi still hadn't given up this obsession.

I couldn't help but feel a moment of silence for the old marquis in the underground.

Lu Zhenzhen didn't say anything. Fu Zhiyi was afraid that Lu Zhenzhen would misunderstand, so he added an explanation: "Now that I have achieved such great results, if I were to be rewarded and promoted, it would be too fast and too eye-catching."

"A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. It is better to keep a low profile."

"And if Your Majesty really has my best interests at heart, I think he would suppress me at this time and pass the opportunity to show me favor to the next person—"

This is the norm for emperors. Looking through history books, many emperors did this.

When an emperor gets older and takes a fancy to a young and capable talent, he will suppress him while he is still alive and give the opportunity to show favor to the next emperor.

In this way, the ministers will be loyal to the new emperor.

The emperor was old and had already appointed Prince Jin as the crown prince, so the next emperor had already been determined.

As long as nothing unexpected happens, Prince Jin will be able to register and succeed to the throne smoothly and steadily.

He would be a member of the new team left by the emperor for Prince Jin.

Since this is the case, Fu Zhiyi naturally has to be more sensible and take the opportunity to achieve his wish, killing two birds with one stone.

I think the emperor would be happy to agree to Fu Zhiyi's request.

Lu Zhenzhen thought about it and quickly understood.

This is indeed the best time to split up the sect, but I guess Fu Zhiyi's reputation will be damaged by then.

After expressing his concerns, Fu Zhiyi smiled and said, "I will make an agreement with His Majesty to observe mourning first. After the mourning period is over, we will immediately divide the clan. This way, I can show my filial piety without having to put myself in a difficult position. Well, if you count the days, it will be less than half a year."

"It's a good time to stay out of the spotlight. The old man's death finally had some value."

After Fu Zhiyi said this, a sarcastic arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Lu Zhenzhen knew Fu Zhiyi's worries and just patted his arm.

He reminded: "In this case, you should inform the master and let him know what's going on."

Fu Zhiyi sneered, "Why should I tell him? We're splitting up, and the family tree should be written starting with you and me. What does it have to do with him?"

No, can you say that again?

Lu Zhenzhen looked at Fu Zhiyi in shock, "Brother, do you know what you are saying?"

Fu Zhiyi said confidently, "I earned this branch of the clan through my hard work. If I don't start writing the family tree from the beginning with you and me, who should I start with? Hundreds of years from now, will our descendants have to call him the ancestor? Why?"

In Fu Zhiyi's mind, even though the Third Master had somewhat turned over a new leaf in recent years, he still had too many dark histories.

Such a person wants to be the founder of their branch?

When future generations ask, what contributions did the founding ancestors make?

Oh, favoring concubines over wives, being domineering and abusive to his own children?

He doesn't feel ashamed, but I feel ashamed!

Such a person must not be allowed to remain in this single family tree.

Let's leave this kind of scourge to the old marquis's branch.

When Lu Zhenzhen heard this, she thought it made sense.

The credit that my man paid for with his life cannot be given to others, not even to the Third Master’s biological father!

He immediately nodded in agreement: "You're right! If we want to write a separate family tree, we must start with the two of us!"

I just don’t know what the third master’s expression would be when he found out.

Suddenly very excited.

Early the next morning, Fu Zhiyi submitted a memorial and waited for the emperor's summons.

The first person the emperor saw after court was him.

Fu Zhiyi entered the imperial study and kowtowed to pay his respects.

The emperor's expression softened a lot as he looked at his son's savior, and also because Fu Zhiyi had done a very good job in his recent tasks.

He called him up, showed him a seat, and asked the eunuch to serve him tea.

Fu Zhiyi thanked him calmly and sat upright on the embroidery stool.

The emperor looked at Fu Zhiyi's calm demeanor and nodded secretly in his heart.

After a few pleasantries and asking about Le'an and the children, they got down to business.

It was about negotiating with the Western Rong and using their gold, silver, jewelry, cattle, sheep, horses, and land to redeem the Western Rong king and captives.

"What's the situation in Xirong now?"

"Your Majesty, the situation in the Western Rong region is complex. Although the Western Rong King is called the king, he is only the leader of the largest tribe. However, he does have some means and ambitions. Over the years, he has united the large and small Western Rong tribes and made them respect him as king."

"It's just that his capture this time makes the Western Rong seem leaderless, but in fact, it's not a big deal for the Western Rong. Right now, the Western Rong are fighting fiercely for the new Western Rong King."

"I estimate that by early spring, a new King of Xirong will be born."

Fu Zhiyi has been staying in the northwest these days. In addition to stabilizing the northwest road, comforting the people, and waiting for the results of the first batch of potatoes and sweet potatoes in the autumn harvest, he is also inquiring about the situation in Xirong.

At this moment, he naturally reported everything he knew to the emperor.

The emperor frowned. No wonder the negotiations with the Western Rong were not going smoothly. It turned out that the king of the Western Rong was like leeks. Once you cut one, another will grow back.

Wouldn't his plan to use the King of Xirong to blackmail Xirong be ruined?

Moreover, since the King of Xirong is useless, and there are those captives, keeping them in the capital will cost a lot of money for their daily food, drink, and defecation.

Using the money of the Dashun Dynasty to support the soldiers of the Western Rong? Wouldn't that be a huge loss?

The emperor felt that he had to squeeze out all the usefulness of the King of Xirong and those captives.

This needs to be considered in the long term.

Glancing at Fu Zhiyi, the emperor changed his expression and began chatting about family matters: "You have performed a great service this time and saved the Prince of Jin. I am very pleased. In my heart, you and Le An are both my juniors. Is there anything you want? As long as it is not excessive, I can satisfy you."

Fu Zhiyi's eyes lit up, he looked up at the emperor, then lowered his head again.

The emperor knew that Fu Zhiyi had his own ideas. He smiled, but his eyes were filled with a cold and calculating look. "Tell me about it."

Fu Zhiyi hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and stood up, kneeling on the ground. "This time in the northwest, I was only doing my duty to repay Your Majesty's appreciation. As for saving His Royal Highness the Prince of Jin, it was also my duty! I do not deserve such praise from Your Majesty. However, I do have a request in my heart. I beg Your Majesty to consider my work as reliable and issue an imperial decree to allow me to divide the clan! I will be grateful!"

"What did you say? What are you dividing?" The emperor doubted his ears.

"I want to divide the clan!" Fu Zhiyi repeated in a decisive tone.

"You, didn't you split up the family and separated from the Ningping Marquis Mansion? That's not enough, and you still want to split the clan?" The emperor looked at Fu Zhiyi with eyes full of shock. How big is the hatred between him and the Ningping Marquis Mansion?