Never divorce, never stop getting rich

Chapter 124 A Plate of Melon Seeds

"The Marquis' Mansion does not need an heir!"

Qian Qiansui was just about to start cursing. Her youth was not even over yet, and these members of the royal family wanted to give her a grandson. What an inhumane move.

But before she could bang her head on the table, two people came in, both of them acquaintances.

In my previous impression, Fu Zichan was either wearing a Taoist robe or plain clothes, but today she was wearing a goose yellow dress with a black fur coat. Her hair was tied up in a bun with small pearl hairpins inserted in it. With her small face the size of a palm, she was indeed a stunning beauty.

The concubine stood in the hall with Fu Zichan and seemed to be somewhat close to him.

Qian Qiansui raised an eyebrow. Did Fu Zichan finally speak out? He wondered if the Concubine Dowager believed this story from a Chinese studio.

"Who are you? Why don't you leave immediately!" The clan leader was about to force Qian Qiansui to agree, but who knew these two people would suddenly appear in the middle of the conversation, and he immediately became displeased.

"You all came here today simply to covet the Marquis's assets. If you really wanted to send an heir, why would you send someone like him who already has a family and children? This is clearly just a formality, an attempt to swallow up the Marquis's mansion. I advise you to give up your thoughts. The Marquis's mansion does not want an heir, let alone a family without descendants."

Fu Zichan cursed these old guys inwardly, saying they were like leeches that could not be shaken off. When they supported him to compete with the empress, their words were more beautiful than their songs, but now it has only been a few days since he faked his death, and these old guys want to start a new camp.

"How dare you! You're just a little girl, yet you dare to speak like that? Princess Dowager, this is someone you brought with you. Are you going to..."

"She is my son's concubine and is pregnant. She is right. Our mansion does not need an heir. My son already has an heir."

The concubine had been hesitant in the past few days. Fu Zichan's words were too shocking, but this child was particularly familiar to her. Many of the secrets he revealed were indeed unique to her and her son.

But at this moment, she could no longer care about so many things. If she did not confirm Fu Zichan's identity, the Marquis's Mansion might change hands today, and the title of Marquis of Anshun would also be handed over to someone else.

"Such a coincidence? I've never heard of Brother Chan having such a concubine before. Could it be that you, the Dowager Concubine, fabricated it for the sake of the glory and wealth of this Marquisate?"

On the left side of the patriarch sat a white-haired old man. His hair was sparse, but it was tied tightly with a hairpin. His scalp was faintly visible, and with his few sparse beards, he looked like a white radish.

"I didn't go to Yudie before because my daughter-in-law comes from a poor family and is not generous enough. She is jealous all the time.

My son didn't want discord in the family, so he simply kept this poor girl away from home and didn't tell me until she became pregnant. Today, my son is holding a funeral, so I took the initiative to bring her back home. What's wrong with that?"

The concubine spoke more and more smoothly, and even glared at Qian Qiansui.

Qian Qiansui felt wronged. What did Fu Zichan's self-production and sales have to do with her? But on second thought, she understood Fu Zichan's purpose. He just wanted to use his "son" to control the Marquis' Mansion. His obsession with power was truly admirable.

"Impossible!" One of the heirs, dark and short, probably not even as tall as Qian Qiansui, stared at Fu Zichan and shouted excitedly:

"She's not the Marquis's concubine at all. She's the girl from Chunxianglou. I went to Chunxianglou a long time ago and saw her dancing there."

Fu Zichan's face suddenly turned gloomy. This past event was the one he least wanted others to mention. He even wanted to kill the black dwarf.

"You...what nonsense are you talking about..." The concubine shouted anxiously. Whether it was her son's concubine who entered a brothel, or her own son who entered a brothel, it was not something she could bear.

After Fu Zichan's expression changed, he actually stopped the concubine and said calmly, "I am indeed from Chunxianglou, but I have always sold my art but not my body. It was the Marquis who took a fancy to me, redeemed me, and settled me elsewhere. This does not mean that I am not his woman."

"Impossible! When you were in the brothel, Yuan Chengzhi was your regular customer! Yan Sui also went to see you!" The short black man jumped up and down, as if he had caught some big handle, and then continued.

Fu Zichan's heart suddenly sank. It seemed that he had not done things very carefully at the time, and his every move was under the eyes of others.

"Alright, Concubine Dowager, this won't work. This woman you found has had affairs with so many men, and she's not on the Jade Record. How can you convince everyone? There's no such rule. Take your people away quickly." The clan leader waved his hand in dissatisfaction and made a conclusion at that moment.

How could the concubine give up? She immediately said, "This is our family affair. The clan leader is so arrogant. Is he trying to take it by force?"

The clan leader was hit in the sore spot and immediately flew into a rage, "How dare you! Don't think that just because everyone calls you the Concubine, you are truly the Empress?

Now that your son is gone, you are nothing. Back then, the late emperor let you out of the confinement area, which was just a grace that allowed you to accompany your son. But now Fu Zichan is lying in the mourning hall, and you don't have to accompany him anymore.

I think, after your son is buried, you can return to the confinement area and continue to serve the former crown prince!"

For a moment, the concubine was so shocked that she lost her voice. This was her nightmare to begin with, and now that it came out of the clan leader's mouth, it was like a bolt from the blue, almost making her faint on the spot.

Seeing this, Fu Zichan rushed forward and hugged his mother. His plan had failed, and his mother's humiliated appearance made him furious. He forgot his current identity for a moment and cursed the clan leader in the identity of Fu Zichan:

"Fu Zeqing! You seem to be showing off your power now, but don't forget how you begged us in the first place. If it weren't for us, you would never have been able to take the position of clan leader. Aren't you afraid that your dead brother will come after you for revenge?"

"Shut up! Shut him up!" The clan leader's teeth trembled, and he immediately ordered the guards to go over and cover Fu Zichan's mouth. This was a secret back then, and he didn't expect that Fu Zichan would actually talk about such an important matter with a concubine.

For a moment, the hall fell silent, but the looks between them revealed unclear messages.

A group of guards surrounded him. Fu Zichan was not completely unprepared. The man in black behind him came forward and was about to start fighting.

Qian Qiansui found it exciting just watching, but she didn't plan to join in. She found another corner and called the maid who had been with her today, asking her to go to the kitchen to get a glass of goat's milk and a plate of melon seeds and hazelnuts.

There were many guests coming today, and some of them wanted to keep some food for themselves. Qian Qiansui was afraid that someone would take advantage of the opportunity, so he simply invited Shi Niangzi to bring Mr. Cao over, and together with the chefs she brought as a dowry, he just prepared some food for them to eat.

The little girl felt sorry for Qian Qiansui and went out with a look of reluctance on her face.

But not long after, Wen Chun, dressed in a concubine's dress, walked in carrying a tray.