Never divorce, never stop getting rich

Yan Sui walked into the study in a bad mood. Fu Zichan was sitting behind the desk in a Taoist robe, flipping through some new letters.

He didn't look up when he heard someone come in.

"This King of Hengzhou is really not someone who is easy to get along with."

Fu Zichan certainly knew that this person was difficult to deal with, and he had not expected that the cooperation could be reached in one go.

"His purpose in coming to Beijing this time is not pure. We still have a chance."

Seeing that he was not anxious, Yan Sui could not help but say, "But he is unwilling to talk to us now. If the Marquis does not go, the Prince will not feel our sincerity, and they are also worried about bringing this matter to light."

"What does the King of Hengzhou want?" Fu Zichan immediately understood the implication.

Yan Sui was reluctant to mention it at first, but then he couldn't help but say, "He wants Qian."

"What did you say?"

Fu Zichan threw his pen down on the spot and stared at him angrily.

"You also know the quirks of the King of Hengzhou. The previous emperor couldn't get him, and in the end he even gave him a woman as compensation."

Yan Sui certainly knew that this was inappropriate, but this time when the princes came to Beijing, everyone showed off their skills. The Grand Princess met many people in private, and the Empress summoned many people, not to mention those old and immortal members of the royal family.

The entire capital city has been in turmoil recently, except for their own Marquis's Mansion. Because the Marquis has disappeared, many things cannot be discussed in detail. Things that have been agreed upon have also been put on hold, and the other party even has the intention to go back on their word.

"You don't like Qian, and she's quite evil. It would be better to hand her over to the King of Hengzhou. We can have peace and quiet, and the King of Hengzhou can get what he wants. This deal is a happy one for everyone."

Fu Zichan stood up angrily and firmly disagreed, "If that woman is handed over to the King of Hengzhou, how can I change back? Besides, no matter what that woman is, she is still the mistress of my mansion.

If people knew that my wife, Fu Zichan, was given to the Prince of Hengzhou as a plaything, where would the reputation of my mansion be?"

Yan Sui turned his back to hide the sarcasm in his eyes.

Whether Fu Zichan is a marquis or not, it doesn’t matter to him anymore.

Speed ​​is of the essence in war. They have delayed too long and the Yan family cannot wait. Besides, the late prince has more than one son, Fu Zichan.

"You don't need to persuade me anymore. We can discuss this later. What's most important now is the competition in a few days. I want to be absolutely sure that nothing goes wrong. Not only will Panshi Academy lose, but it must lose in disgrace."

It was clearly the academy he bought, but now it has become that woman's property. Since he can't use it, he might as well destroy it.

Yan Sui nodded, feeling that there was nothing more to say to Fu Zichan, and hurriedly left through the back door.

After leaving the villa, Yan Sui did not return home. Instead, he walked around the street, seemingly strolling around, and bought some dried fruits and candied fruits. Then he got on a carriage and went to an abandoned farm on the outskirts of Beijing.

The old man who opened the door of the manor was over fifty years old, deaf and dumb. When he saw Yan Sui, he clasped his fists and went to find a place to rest.

Yan Sui entered the yard alone, and someone was already waiting inside.

"Master Yan!"

The man was wearing rough clothes. When he heard the noise outside, he quickly turned around with an uneasy look on his face.

Like, so similar.

The appearance of the Marquis had clearly been gradually fading in Yan Sui's mind, but the moment he saw this person, the image of the Marquis immediately came alive.

He is too thin, his movements are wrong, the angle he looks at people is wrong, he needs to be taller, and his voice is not mellow enough.

Especially that look, evasive and timid, which was far inferior to the Marquis' natural pride.

But they are still too similar, even though they are not born from the same mother.

"Young Marquis..." Yan Sui stepped forward and bowed to the man.

"I... I don't have a title. I'm not a young marquis."

The man took a few steps back in panic, fearing that he would get into trouble.

"The young marquis is also the son of the former crown prince. Whether he has a title or not is just a formality. The young marquis has noble blood, so why should he belittle himself?"

Although this fake did not satisfy him, Yan Sui still felt that he was more suitable for the title of "Marquis of Anshun".

No matter how capable, wise and resourceful Fu Zichan is now, she is still a woman, and what Yan needs is a man, even if he is just a puppet.

"I'd better go back to my father first..." Being able to come out of the confinement area is already a luxury.

Fu Hean was very clear about his identity. He was the concubine's son born accidentally by the Eastern Palace and a palace maid. He had never been recorded in the Jade Records and had never been truly acknowledged. He knew that he was of no use to anyone.

"Don't you want to live in the sunshine forever, young marquis?"

Fu Hean stopped.

"Don't you want your biological mother to experience the life of a Concubine Dowager? Don't you want those who bullied you to pay the price?"

Fu Hean turned his head.

"To hold power, enjoy freedom, get married, have children, and inherit the Marquisate... Young Marquis, don't you want that?"

Yan Sui's words were like sweet poison, constantly corroding Fu Hean's heart.

"What do you want me to do?"

The two men stood in the yard, conspiring in low voices, but they didn't expect that the content of their conversation would soon be placed on Fu Zichan's desk.

"The Yan family... can't stay."

Fu Zichan said with some regret: "Let's leave it until after the competition. By the way, let my illegitimate brother enjoy the prosperity of the human world for a few days."

The competition among the five academies caused a sensation in the capital, and everyone was eagerly waiting for it, especially after the sacrifice to heaven.

Not only did the princes not leave, but even the foreign pilgrims who came to make pilgrimages had not left either, so they simply stayed and watched this grand event before leaving.

At least that's what they say on the surface.

Because there were five items to be competed in, all the major academies submitted their lists early on. The empress even sent several cabinet ministers to supervise the whole process to prevent favoritism and fraud.

When the list of names was announced before the exam, students from various schools gathered together and whispered to each other.

"I didn't expect you to be chosen..."

"What's wrong? Although I don't usually like to discuss strategy, but in the game of Go, there are few people who can beat me!"

"You're not going to do anything! You're just fooling people! When the teacher found out it was you who chose him, his face turned pale."

"You're just jealous of me!"

"what?"

A group of teenagers were about to start making noise while talking.

Someone still spoke up to stop them, saying, "Come on, who do you think you are? Didn't you see that two people from the Wen family were selected together?"

"Wen Siqin is fine, but who is Wen Cheng?"

This group of playboys who often play together talked at once.

"His family is a branch of the Wen family. He originally ran errands for Wen Siqin, and later became a younger brother to Mao Dong. This guy actually knows mathematics?"

"Isn't that the experience gained from collecting protection money?"

"Panshi Academy is really empty. Look at the list. They're either dandies that other academies wouldn't accept, or unknown commoners. Tsk tsk...it would be strange if they didn't lose!"