The group rode at breakneck speed, their backsides nearly bruised from the jostling, before finally reaching the prefectural city.
Heaven had mercy on them, allowing them to witness everything.
Wang Fufeng had no intention of "keeping family scandals private," and directly pulled his siblings to a secluded spot he had prepared in advance to listen to the commotion.
Listening to Master Wang's threats and inducements, listening to the three branches of the family vying for power.
However, the mantis stalks the cicada unaware of the oriole behind it, and after the oriole comes the hunter.
After much scheming, Wang Sanye gathered a large group of people and dealt a fatal blow to the eldest son's family. Just as he was about to seize power, the eldest son of the third son's family appeared.
He still had a slender, willow-like figure and a slightly pale complexion, but the way he stood there exuded the dignity of a legitimate son, the pride in his bones clearly distinguishing him from Wang Haoran's humility.
“Father, the so-called establishment of the eldest son as heir is the most important. In the Wang family, Fufeng is both the eldest son and the heir. This pair of heirs and the management of the household should be handed over to Fufeng.” Wang Fufeng spoke lightly, with a smile on his face, as if he were still the respectful and filial eldest son.
Master Wang was startled and took two steps back, as if he had seen a ghost.
The other members of the Wang family looked at each other, all quite frightened.
Only Old Master Wang stared intently at his sick nephew, whom the whole family had ignored, and suddenly slapped his thigh and laughed, "Hahaha, good lad, good lad! Everyone else is fighting for power and profit, but you, a sickly brat, have picked up a ready-made one."
These words are a direct slap in the face to the third wife.
He went to great lengths to seize power for his illegitimate son, only to have his legitimate son step forward and try to steal it away.
There was infighting among the three families.
The other sons stared wide-eyed at the spectacle, eager to see the legitimate son and the illegitimate son compete for supremacy.
However, Wang Fufeng had no intention of making a scene here. He was the legitimate son of the royal family and was raised by his grandfather. Wang Haoran, a concubine's son, was not even worthy of emptying his chamber pot.
His pale pink lips parted and closed, “Second Uncle, do you think it’s better for me, a sickly man, to hold the power of the Wang family, or for Wang Haoran, an illegitimate son, to hold it?”
Master Wang's smile faded.
Wang Fufeng was physically weak and it was a consensus in the family that he would die young, so they overlooked him when they were seizing power. But it was precisely because of his illness that they had a chance to take back power when it was handed over to him.
There's absolutely no chance of it being handed over to Wang Haoran.
Before anyone could react, Second Master Wang stepped forward and said, "I support my nephew Fufeng."
Wang Fufeng smiled slightly, then looked at Wang Sanye, whose lips were trembling like a clam, and said, "Father, even if we hand it over to Fufeng, the power will still be in the hands of the third branch. But if we make a scene, it may not belong to the third branch anymore."
Every word was a blow to the heart, every move a fatal blow.
Although Wang Sanye's favorite son was Wang Haoran, Wang Fufeng was also the legitimate son of the third branch of the family, so it was better to entrust him to him than to the other branches.
Moreover, how could a son disobey his father?
Clinging to this last bit of confidence, Third Master Wang ignored the strange feeling that flashed through his mind and nodded.
Inside the house, a handover ceremony for the accounting department is underway.
Outside, Xu Mo shook his head and sighed, "This Third Master Wang is far too confident. After Fu Feng faked his death and returned, he stepped forward to seize power. How could he possibly respect him like a father as before?"
Once this power falls into Wang Fufeng's hands, he will not relinquish it unless he dies.
Ultimately, Master Wang's downfall stemmed from overconfidence.
But what good is a lack of confidence? If she really confronts Wang Fufeng in court, it will only benefit the second branch of the family.
Therefore, Wang Fufeng's move of retreating to advance was truly brilliant, absolutely brilliant.
Xu Mo analyzed, and his younger siblings listened attentively, nodding their heads unconsciously.
Whether they are smart or stupid, as long as they have seen enough storms, they will always have some brains to rely on.
"Oh dear, Brother Fufeng is out." Little Jiang Sheng looked at the courtyard gate. "Who is that aunt who is rushing over? She looks so fierce."
Having seized power, Wang Fufeng, beaming with pride, was walking out of the courtyard of the main house.
A woman with a gloomy face walked towards them and slapped Wang Fufeng across the face.
This slap knocked Wang Fufeng to the ground, and also caused the six siblings to rush forward in a panic.
“Brother Fufeng.” Jiang Sheng saw the bloodstains at the corner of Wang Fufeng’s mouth and burst into tears.
"Fufeng, are you alright?" Xu Mo propped himself up halfway and asked with a dark expression.
Wen Zhiyun stretched out her finger, pressed it on his pulse, and fed him a medicine to stabilize his blood and qi.
Blood relatives are not as good as friends you meet along the way.
Wang Fufeng had his eyes closed, his pale face tinged with a faint blush, creating an eerie beauty.
Feeling Xu Mo's support, he leaned his whole body against her, then lazily opened his eyes and looked at the woman with a gloomy face. "Mother, why did you have to be so lenient? You might as well have just killed me, so I wouldn't have taken your husband's power and harmed the interests of your Zhou family."
The Third Madam, who was in a fit of rage, paused, and slowly lowered her raised hand.
It turns out he knew everything.
“You and Father had agreed that you would abandon me, the legitimate son, and support the son from your concubine’s side to take the throne, and Father would then favor the Zhou family. But you never expected that I, this rebellious son, would not die, disappointing all of you.”
Wang Fufeng let out a long sigh of relief and lay sprawled out in Xu Mo's arms.
Once upon a time, he was the legitimate son of the third wife. He was in poor health and unable to be there for his parents in their final days. He felt guilty and worked diligently, just to make everyone happy.
After dying and seeing the true faces of my blood relatives, I suddenly realized that life is short, so I should live freely and as I please.
Seizing power is something you can do at will; lying on the ground is something you can do at will.
The sudden indifference was also unintentional. "But the power has already fallen into Fufeng's hands. Father and Mother should be careful in the future, and not give Fufeng any leverage over them. Even if they are your own children, you must put justice before family."
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