To divorce his wife, the top scholar preferred being cuckolded to wearing a red hat.

Su Mingyue told You Susu that the reason her adopted son You Ziping had been acting so strangely these past few days was because there was something around him that made him uneasy. That thing had been following You Ziping, which was why he had become like this.

"Then how do we break this?"

“Perform a ritual to trap that person’s soul and prevent him from wandering around. Your adopted son will then be unable to see him.” Su Mingyue knew that You Susu was the right person to help her when she saw her arrive.

You Susu did not expect this answer.

Of all the people around her, only Fu Jingsheng recently died.

She was somewhat surprised by Fu Jingsheng's death.

But he did die.

His body was transported back to his hometown by a few people hired by his sister.

Hearing this, she looked up, a faint smile on her lips: "Miss Su seems to have known my identity all along, which is why you said that. Fu Jingsheng wronged you before, and now that he's dead, you want to perform a ritual to imprison him. You're too embarrassed to say it outright, so you're making excuses by saying that my adopted son's current situation is because of him, isn't that right?"

You Susu has many capable people under her, and she won't believe just because Su Mingyue says a few words.

“It’s so refreshing to talk to smart people.” Su Mingyue didn’t hide her true purpose: “I can save people, but the conditions are as stated above. If you think it’s feasible, I will save them.”

“Of course, no problem.” You Susu agreed to Su Mingyue’s suggestion: “You help me heal the person, and I’ll take care of this matter for you.”

"I'll prescribe a medicine for you first to stabilize his condition. Ten days later, after everything is settled, I'll prescribe another medicine for you. Madam You, you should also know that my father is looking for you, so don't try to play tricks on me."

“Miss Su is truly remarkable; she even knows exactly who my subordinates are. When doing business abroad, it’s always necessary to keep some capable people around, just in case. Alright, wait for my results in ten days, and I’ll come back to see you then.”

"Madam You is quite agreeable."

As You Susu left Su Mingyue's door, her maid Cui Cui asked, somewhat puzzled, "Madam, is this Miss Su trying to test us by asking us to do this? Should we really do as she says?"

"You think she's simple? But wasn't it a mutual test between us?"

"If that's the case, why did Madam bother to seek her out?" Cui Cui asked, puzzled.

“She is an important person in my approach to Prince Zhan. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Su Mingyue hates Fu Jingsheng to the bone, and even after his death, she will not let him go, trying to suppress his soul and prevent him from being reborn. But she does not know that Fu Jingsheng is still useful to us. Has there been any news from the princess?”

"The princess sent a message saying that you should quickly get in touch with Miss Su and make everyone think that she is the one who colluded with west Qi. In this way, the marriage between Prince Zhan and her will fall through, and all her previous achievements will be in vain."

“Okay, I understand.” You Susu nodded. “This matter concerning Fu Jingsheng is a great opportunity. As long as we help her with this, it will be much easier for us to control her later. Go and find Wu Wen; I want him to do this.”

Wu Wen is one of her subordinates who is skilled in magic, so it would be best to let him handle this matter.

……

Fu Jingying hired several people in Beijing to escort the bodies of her mother and elder brother back to their hometown.

She herself changed from the elegant attire she wore in the capital to a white mourning dress.

She wrote a letter back beforehand. When the Fu family learned of Fu Jingsheng and Qian's deaths, no one from the clan came to greet them on the day his body was returned home.

In their words, after Fu Jingsheng became successful, he did not give any special treatment to the clan, and now that he is in trouble, the clan does not care.

The clan had originally planned to build a school to cultivate more promising talents, but they returned home after suffering a humiliating defeat at the hands of the Fu family. Thinking of this incident, the uncles who went to the capital to demand money were still furious.

How long had it been since they went to ask for money when Fu Jingsheng and his mother died?

This is what they did to deserve this retribution.

When Fu Jingying returned to the village, she found that no one had come to greet the remains of her mother and elder brother. However, when she was about to carry the bodies into the ancestral hall, all the elders of the clan arrived.

They weren't there to welcome my elder brother and mother in; they were there to stop them from entering.

“Jingying.” Clan Chief Fu stood in front of the ancestral hall: “We were very saddened to learn of the passing of your mother and your elder brother. But you should know the clan’s rules: those who die improperly outside the clan cannot be enshrined in the ancestral hall for a memorial service. So you should find a place to bury them as soon as possible, so as not to defile the peace of our ancestors in the ancestral hall.”

"Yes. We've also sent people to inquire about your elder brother's situation. He committed a crime and committed suicide in prison out of fear of punishment. His death was so dishonorable that even if he was the top scholar in the clan, he shouldn't be buried in the ancestral hall. According to the rules, he can't even be buried in the clan. Considering that your brother was the only top scholar in the clan before you, the clan has allowed you to find a plot of land near the village to bury him. But if you want to hold a memorial service in the ancestral hall, that's absolutely not allowed."

Even if we didn't say we disagreed, if our ancestors knew what he had done, they would be furious and curse us. Hurry up and move him away; don't block the way."

Fu Jingying listened to the clan leader's words, wanting to refute something but unable to utter any words of rebuttal.

She was a woman, her mother was gone, her elder brother was gone, and she had no one to support her. No matter what she said, no one would listen to her.

“Clan chief, you have misunderstood me. I did not intend to keep my mother and elder brother’s remains in the ancestral hall. I just wanted to find a place to bury them as soon as possible. Before he died, my elder brother instructed that he should be buried next to the old house, so I would like to ask you uncles for help to bury him as soon as possible.”

The uncles exchanged glances, about to agree, when a wandering monk suddenly stepped forward from behind and said, "Amitabha."

"Master, what brings you here?" the clan chief asked as he saw the monk approaching.

“I was just passing by when I saw that the sky above your village was pitch black, so I came to take a look. Just as I expected, the black aura is coming from here.”

The clan chief felt a pang of anxiety upon hearing his words: "What do you mean? How could there be black energy here?"

The monk, with his hands clasped together and eyes closed, muttered incantations. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and pointed to the location of Fu Jingsheng's coffin: "The black aura emanated from here. He harbored resentment towards his clan, saying they couldn't help him gain a foothold in the capital, which led to his violent death far from home."

"What?" The clan chief exclaimed in surprise, "He himself is incompetent and can't gain a foothold in the capital, so why is he blaming the clansmen? What is he trying to do?"

“If the resentment in his heart is not removed, I fear that disaster will befall his people.”

"Master, what should we do? Just tell us. As long as it's good for our people, we will definitely support it and will not let him harm them."