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

The more he thought about it, the happier he felt. The third master, who was full of hope, didn't notice that Fu Zhiyi touched his nose with a rare guilty look.

He cleared his throat strategically, breaking the Third Master's sweet dream: "Master, you think too much. Go to bed early. Dreams can hold all sorts of possibilities."

The Third Master was furious: "No, you saved His Royal Highness the Prince of Jin, so great a contribution, isn't it worth promoting you two levels? A one-level promotion would be fine."

Fu Zhiyi shook his head: "Even if the mourning period is over, I won't be promoted. I'll probably be sent out to a distant place or sent to one of the six ministries to gain experience."

As he said this, he looked at Lu Zhenzhen.

Lu Zhenzhen winked at Fu Zhiyi and said, "Well, the division of the clan is something that cannot be concealed after the mourning period is over."

Give Lan and the Third Master a heads-up in advance so they can be mentally prepared, especially if the Third Master is mentally prepared.

Well, let’s consider it as a New Year’s gift to you two.

Furthermore, today is New Year's Eve and tomorrow is the first day of the new year. According to the old saying, during the New Year, even if the children at home do something wrong, they cannot be beaten or scolded during this first month of the year.

After all, it’s the Chinese New Year!

There is a BUG, ​​and even if the Third Master can't accept it, he has to bear it for the next few days.

After holding it in for the whole first month of the year, I think the third master will be able to understand and accept it.

Boss Lu Zhenzhen thought so bluntly.

Fu Zhiyi didn't think too much about it, he just felt that it was something that would happen sooner or later, so it would be better to talk about it in advance.

As for whether the third master would accept it or not, that was not within his consideration.

Anyway, the imperial edict has been obtained. It is a set thing and no one can change it.

Clearing his throat, Fu Zhiyi took a sip of tea from his cup and said casually, "I have used all my merits to ask His Majesty for an imperial decree."

"Imperial edict? What imperial edict?" The third master looked at the calm faces of his son and daughter-in-law, and suddenly had an ominous premonition for some reason.

"I have asked His Majesty for an imperial decree to divide the clan. Once the mourning period is over, we will separate from the Ningping Marquis' Mansion. From now on, our family will be established as a separate branch, and the family tree will never be written with Zhenzhen in it." Fu Zhiyi lightly dropped a thunderbolt.

Orange didn’t understand much about bean buns and glutinous rice balls, and was just playing with the dog.

Lan lost her balance and the orange she was peeling rolled to the ground without even bothering to look.

He looked at Fu Zhiyi in surprise: "What did you say? Splitting the sect?"

The third master was also shocked: "What? Start with you? What about me?"

Lu Zhenzhen rubbed her ears. No, didn’t you two get the focus wrong?

Lan glared at the Third Master and said, "Shut up, I'll ask."

The third master shrank aside, looking aggrieved.

Lan took a deep breath. "When did you come up with this idea? Does your uncle know about it? How did His Majesty agree to it? And even issue an imperial edict?"

The more I talk about it, the more incredible it seems.

Fu Zhiyi answered honestly, "I had this idea when I was twelve. My uncle didn't know. I begged His Majesty to exchange all my merits for it. His Majesty probably thought it was a good deal, so he agreed."

Lan originally had a lot to say, but when she heard that Fu Zhiyi had had this idea since he was twelve years old, all the words got stuck in her throat and she couldn't say them.

What else can I say? The child has suffered so much injustice, and I, as a mother, am clueless, while the father favors his concubine and abandons his wife, not caring about the life and death of the mother and child.

How can I have the nerve to blame the child now?

The accusations in his heart suddenly turned into worry: "Splitting the sect is unheard of. If this gets out, will it ruin your reputation and hinder your future?"

While cursing the Third Master, he said, "It's all your fault. All the suffering and pain that Yi Ge'er has endured is because of your inaction as a father. If you were dead back then, people might have sympathized with us, an orphan and a widow, and said our lives would have been easier."

"You'd rather be dead than alive! You've brought trouble upon us mother and son—"

When the third master talked about the past, he immediately felt guilty and short of breath.

"I was confused back then, but now I've changed, haven't I? Can you please stop bringing up the past?"

"Hehe——" Lan sneered twice and gave the third master a glare, and the third master immediately shut up.

"Mom, don't worry. Since the Fourth Master dared to do this, he must have his considerations and confidence. Besides, the imperial edict has been issued, and the division of the clan cannot be changed. As for the future, you have to believe in your son, right?" Lu Zhenzhen hurriedly persuaded Lan.

What else can the Lan family do?

After thinking for a moment, he looked at the Third Master and said, "You have to be the one to handle this matter. Brother Yi can't be the one to do it. Just say that you want to split the clan! You can force Brother Yi to obey out of filial piety by threatening death. Anyway, it doesn't matter whether your reputation is ruined or not. Even if your reputation is ruined, it's a blessing for you to be able to help Brother Yi."

No, the third master looked at Lan in shock, do you want to listen to what you said?

How can you say such cold words from such a warm mouth of yours?

Just as she was about to retort, she met Lan's gaze and timidly admitted, "Yes, I want to divide the clan. I hate that the old man favors the eldest wife, and I've always held a grudge against him. Now that my son is so promising, I'm afraid that the unpromising and unpromising eldest wife will be dragged down and take advantage of my son. That's why I'm crying and shouting for a division of the clan! Is that okay?"

Lan nodded with satisfaction. It was finally useful.

The third master breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest. It was a close call. He had a premonition that if he didn't acknowledge it, there would be no place for him in the Princess's Mansion.

Fortunately, the position was saved.

The Third Master accepted this reality calmly and was even a little proud of Fu Zhiyi: "You know what, my son is really capable! A capable person just can't stand being bullied! If I had Brother Yi's ability, I would have separated from the old man long ago and not have to endure those bullies."

"Oh right, after this split, we're no longer part of the Marquis' branch, so we have to open our own family tree. Haha, from now on I'll be the founding ancestor! My name, Fu Lao San, must be written on the first page, first row of the family tree."

At the same time, he was worried about the second branch: "Now that we have split up, I wonder what the rules will be on the second son's side? Will he continue in the branch of the Marquis Mansion, or will he join our branch? Oh, if the second son insists on joining our branch, should I agree or not?"

Suddenly, he remembered something: "No, I just heard that the family tree is a separate book, starting with you and your wife? Then what about me and your mother?"

Fu Zhiyi didn't say anything, his silence meant everything.

The third master still refused to believe it and looked at Lu Zhenzhen for help.

Lu Zhenzhen looked at the Third Master with some sympathy: "Haven't you heard that you and your wife are still in the Marquis's branch?"

The Third Master was so anxious that he jumped up and down: "You've already opened a separate book, what's the trouble with you pulling me and your mother out together? I'm fine, but you don't even want your mother?"