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

Fu Zhiyi gave a wry smile at the right moment.

"Your Majesty, you may not know that I have long wanted to leave the Ningping Marquisate and split from the clan. This thought can probably be traced back to when I was twelve years old."

When the emperor heard this, he realized there was a story behind it.

He immediately became interested and sat up straight: "Come, tell me, what's going on?"

Fu Zhiyi did not hide anything and simply told everyone what the old marquis, Lao Deng, had done to him in the past.

Even though the emperor grew up in the center of power and knew best that there was no blood relationship in the royal family, he could not help but be shocked by the old Ningping Marquis's trick to trick Sun Dafa.

In his impression, the old Ningping Marquis was not so foolish, right? He was quite talented when he was young.

However, because the old Ningping Hou was too stunning, his son seemed a bit mediocre.

Now it seems that he is more than just mediocre. He is simply crazy.

Why not use Fu Zhiyi, a talented and capable descendant who can revive the family, and instead focus on raising the eldest son and grandson who have mediocre qualifications?

You really want this and that!

Even he, the emperor, is not so shameless!

At this time, the emperor was strangely in sync with Fu Zhiyi.

Thinking back to when he was young, didn’t the late emperor favor the concubine’s son?

He mostly took advantage of such a capable son, and gave the little fatherly love he had to the concubine's son.

If he hadn't been so capable, and if the imperial concubine's son hadn't been such a hopeless case, who knows who would have inherited the throne?

Looking at Fu Zhiyi who seemed calm and composed as he knelt on the ground and talked about the past, the emperor saw through Fu Zhiyi's calm surface. He saw through the resentment and anger of those years and the final despair that he was trying hard to get rid of.

It seemed as if I saw myself back then, gritting my teeth and holding on.

I survived the most difficult years, made it to the end, and became the ultimate winner.

Who still remembers the son of the imperial concubine?

The emperor looked into the distance and didn't speak for a long time. Fu Zhiyi didn't dare to look up and just knelt there.

After a long moment, the emperor finally withdrew his gaze, his expression unrecognizable as either joy or anger. "Are you sure you want to exchange your merits for just this one imperial decree? Don't you regret it?"

Fu Zhiyi nodded: "I have struggled all my life to survive until now, all for this day. Maybe when I am old, I may regret it when I look back on this day, but right now, I will definitely not regret it!"

After a moment's silence, the emperor spoke again, "Aren't you afraid of ruining your reputation and hindering your future? Furthermore, if I issue such an order now, won't it make people think I'm intolerant of meritorious officials?"

Fu Zhiyi smiled bitterly: "Your Majesty, I just want to divide the family line, not to be unfilial. After returning this time, I still have six months of mourning to observe. After I finish mourning, I will divide the family line. This will not only fulfill my filial piety as a grandson, but also fulfill my wish."

The emperor's eyes moved: "Haven't I already taken your love? Now that you've returned, I have an important task to entrust to you."

Fu Zhiyi bowed deeply. "Your Majesty values ​​me so highly. I shouldn't refuse such a great favor. But I have to. My current situation is probably due to the things my grandfather did over the years. I can't say with a clear conscience that I haven't received any care from the Marquis' Mansion in these years."

"Filial piety is the most important virtue. Previously, the fighting on the front lines was intense, and I was determined to be loyal to my country and Your Majesty. Now that there are no major events at court, please allow me to complete the remaining filial piety for my grandfather, thus fulfilling the bond between grandfather and grandson."

"I am truly ashamed of your majesty's grace! I beg your majesty to grant me this!"

The emperor sighed, "Forget it, forget it. You are filial, which is a good thing for you! You are willing to help the old marquis in the end, which is your filial piety! How can I not help you?"

"Okay, get up!"

He kicked Fu Zhiyi lightly with his foot.

Then he ordered: "Grind the ink!"

The eunuch serving nearby immediately stepped forward, and very tactfully placed a blank imperial edict on the table. He then ground the ink into a thick consistency, dipped the pen in the ink, and presented it to the emperor with both hands.

The emperor took the pen, pondered for a moment, and then quickly started writing.

Finally, he took out the imperial seal and placed it at the bottom.

After the ink had dried slightly, he signaled the eunuch to hand the imperial edict to Fu Zhiyi: "Take it!"

Fu Zhiyi knelt down to express his gratitude, raised his hands above his head, and took the imperial edict.

He was usually calm, but now that he had received the imperial edict, his hands could not help but tremble with excitement.

The emperor sighed silently at Fu Zhiyi's expression and finally gave him a warning: "If you can get things done quietly, don't make a big fuss about it."

Fu Zhiyi looked up at the emperor, his eyes filled with gratitude and admiration, and bowed deeply again: "I understand! Your Majesty, I am deeply grateful for your kindness to me. I am deeply grateful."

That look made the emperor feel a little nauseous.

Rubbing the goose bumps on his arms, the emperor waved his hands and said, "Alright, alright, leave now! Stay home and observe the mourning period. I'll need you again when you're done with the mourning period!"

Fu Zhiyi bowed and left the imperial study holding the imperial edict.

Outsiders only knew that Fu Zhiyi was summoned by the emperor and the meeting lasted the entire morning.

In the end, Fu Zhiyi came out with red eyes, holding the imperial edict.

As for what the two said in the imperial study and what was written on the imperial edict, no one knew.

Those who wanted to find out more about him found out that Fu Zhiyi had told others that he was in mourning since he met the emperor. He stayed in the princess's mansion every day and never came out. No one could be seen at all. How could they find out more about him?

Going to the emperor to ask, isn't that seeking death?

For a while, there were a lot of speculations.

It's just that the parties involved are hiding at home and not coming out. Plus, it's New Year's Eve soon, and after the New Year they have to prepare for the ceremonies of the Queen and the Crown Prince. With these two major events ahead, Fu Zhiyi's actions are nothing.

After a few days, no one mentioned it and no one paid any attention to it.

Fu Zhiyi had stolen half a year of leisure, and it was rare for him to have such free time in recent years.

Although you cannot eat this meat or that meat while observing mourning period.

But with the company of his wife and children, and his obsession resolved satisfactorily, Fu Zhiyi's complexion got better day by day.

Every day, in addition to testing the academic performance of his two sons, he continued to work on expanding the small vegetable garden in the Princess's Mansion.

Or walking the dog.

The two puppies have now grown up, are tall and mighty, and are very well taken care of.

Bringing bean buns and glutinous rice balls to school every day has become a regular sight.

Because of the mourning period, this year's New Year is not as lively.

But for a family, being able to be together safely is a blessing.

After eating the New Year’s Eve dinner, the whole family stayed together chatting and laughing.

For some reason, the third master asked about how the emperor would arrange Fu Zhiyi's appointment after the mourning period was over.

In the eyes of the Third Master, his son's other achievements in the Northwest this time were nothing special, but his great feat of saving the Emperor's son, Prince Jin, was definitely worth his son's promotion by more than two levels.

Now my son is already a third-rank official. If he is promoted one more level, he will probably become the youngest second-rank official in the history of this dynasty.

Oh my god, that is really the luck that only comes from the ancestral grave exploding.