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

Lu Zhenzhen also knew that after everything was said and everything was done, her relationship with the Ningping Marquisate would never be the same again.

In the future, it will be just a matter of face at most.

I can't go back to the relationship I had with Mrs. Hu in the past.

Don’t talk about grudges between men, it has nothing to do with women.

Everyone represents different interests and is a person with a family and children.

For my own benefit, I can tolerate it once or twice.

But what happens over time? Who can guarantee that they can always endure it? Even if they have no intention of harming others, what if they get too close and are taken advantage of?

It would be better to be cool with each other and just interact like ordinary relatives.

Therefore, he could only say with regret: "Don't worry, sister-in-law, even if we split up, we will still have time to interact with each other in the future. It's also good to be ordinary relatives."

Jin couldn't help but say: "The old lady hasn't heard the news yet, if she gets mad——"

Lan retorted, "Thunder, lightning, rain and dew are all the emperor's grace. The old lady must know this truth. Sister-in-law, you underestimate the old lady too much."

Lan has always been a gentle person and is quite respectful to her sister-in-law Jin.

Today, she fought back without giving in. Jin was humiliated by the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law of the third room. She snorted coldly, rolled up her sleeves, and went to lie down in the side room.

Qin and Sun, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, didn't dare to make a sound. They huddled in the corner, trying hard to communicate with their eyes.

Seeing that everyone was feeling awkward sitting together, Mrs. Hu forced a smile and said, "I don't know when the front will end. Why don't you, Fourth Sister-in-law, accompany Third Aunt and lie down for a while?"

Then he looked at Qin and Sun, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law: "Second Aunt, Second Sister-in-law, I have cleaned up a clean room for you. Everyone, go and rest."

Everyone looked at each other, stood up, accepted Hu's kindness, and found a room to stay in.

Just talking about the front.

The third master's seemingly confusing remarks actually stunned the elders of the Fu family.

Who the hell dares to disobey my order!

Just split the clan. It’s not their own sons and grandsons that are being split off. There’s no need for them to risk the lives of their entire family for such a trivial matter.

Besides, if anyone wants to oppose it, it should be the Marquis Fu Zhijian.

If he is not in a hurry, they don't need to be in a hurry either.

Therefore, the elders immediately shut up and sat aside quietly to drink tea.

The second master and Fu Zhizhe looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

Especially the second master, he looked at the third master with a complaining look and said, "If you weren't the one making such a big fuss, you should at least tell them in advance so that they could be mentally prepared, right?"

When the thunder suddenly strikes, who can react?

Doesn’t this put both father and son in a difficult position?

He took advantage of the situation to split out of the sect and rely on Fu Zhiyi's branch.

Or continue to stay in the Ningping Marquis Mansion?

It’s such a difficult decision!

The third master didn't care about them. He had just scolded a group of people and was full of confidence.

He said directly: "The imperial edict has been issued anyway, so it is better to do it today than to wait for a day. After all, we are all in mourning. The elders of the clan are here, so let's get it done today."

"Let's just erase everything from Brother Yi'er on the family tree! This will save us from running back and forth and disturbing the old man's heroic spirit. That would be a sin."

A younger elder of the clan couldn't help but rolled his eyes. "If the old marquis really had a spirit, the coffin would have burst open long ago after what you did, okay?"

Who are you trying to disgust by saying this hypocritically at this time?

Seeing that Fu Zhijian still didn't move, the Third Master urged him directly: "Brother Jian, move, hurry up and finish it. We still have time to rush back to the government office to file it in the afternoon."

Fu Zhijian smiled bitterly and looked around the room.

The elders avoided his gaze.

The second master and Fu Zhizhe looked worried and no one knew what they were thinking.

As for the third master, he was so eager to act on Fu Zhijian's behalf.

Fu Zhiyi was still the same, sitting there, holding a cup of tea, calm and composed, as if not affected at all.

Unable to resist the venom that welled up in his heart, he smiled at the Third Master, "Third Uncle, you work so hard, but it's a pity that the branch of the clan only started with Fourth Brother and his wife. You and Third Aunt are still on our branch. Even if Fourth Brother becomes a high-ranking official in the future, you and Third Aunt will not be able to benefit from it. After you die, you can only be buried in the ancestral tomb of the Marquisate, and in the future you will only enjoy the incense offered by the descendants of the Marquisate—"

"You've made such plans for the fourth child, but I hope it won't all end in vain."

The Third Master spat, "Brother Jian, stop sowing discord! Our Brother Yi has already promised me that we will be buried in the Feng Shui treasured land they have chosen. We will also enjoy the incense of my grandson, but we don't have to eat your leftovers!"

Fu Zhijian's eyes lit up and he looked at Fu Zhiyi: "Old Four, this is against the rules!"

Fu Zhiyi smiled slightly and said something completely unrelated: "Brother, before I left the mourning period, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince sent someone to tell me that he had found a position for me in the Ministry of Personnel—"

The clan elder, the second master, and Fu Zhizhe's eyes lit up when they heard it.

Fu Zhijian's expression changed: "What do you mean?"

Fu Zhiyi smiled slightly: "I don't have any other intentions, I just want to tell big brother so that he can be happy for me."

Fu Zhijian was not happy at all, he was about to speak.

The second master and Fu Zhizhe rushed over, one covered his mouth and the other dragged him back.

He whispered, "Calm down, calm down! Brother Jian, why are you doing this? Even if we split up, we're still blood relatives. This connection can't be severed, right?"

"The clan has already split up, why bother fussing over these minutiae? We're all family, brothers, and relatives, so why not do a favor? Leave some incense and leave some love behind? If you don't think about yourself, think about Brother Bo—"

The second master's words were truly from the heart.

Fu Zhijian, who was still struggling, stopped after hearing the three words "Bo Ge'er".

Yes, and there is Bo Ge'er!

Bo Ge'er is better than his father and has some talent in studying. Who knows, the future of the Marquis' Mansion may depend on him.

If he really turns against Fu Zhiyi completely, what if he makes trouble for Bo Ge'er in the future?

You have to endure this anger! Not only do you have to endure it, you have to endure it beautifully!

Fu Zhijian's mind was clearer than ever before.

He said in a hoarse voice: "Second uncle, second brother, let go."

The second master and Fu Zhizhe didn't dare to let go.

"Don't worry, I know the seriousness of the matter." Fu Zhijian looked calm.

The second master and Fu Zhizhe then carefully let go of their hands, but they didn't dare to retract them. They were ready to reach out again if Fu Zhijian exploded again.

After Fu Zhijian calmed down, he regained some of his previous composure and was no longer confused.

He readily ordered someone to fetch the family tree, and together with the clan elders, in front of everyone, he personally wrote down the names of Fu Zhiyi, Lu Zhenzhen, and several other children.

The note at the end says that the clan was divided according to imperial order.

He also wrote a written pledge and stamped it with his seal.

The third master watched as the ink didn't even have time to dry before he grabbed it and handed it to Fu Zhiyi: "Alright, send someone to the government office to file it."