Zheng Ya's words exposed the Fu family's scheme, and Fu Lian shook his head and waved his hands in shock, denying it: "No, that's not how it is."
Our ancestors would never scheme against their own people. They repeatedly named me, their brother, to join the Qian Yuan Immortal Sect, and even had my cousin Fu Ying join the sect to assist me in my cultivation, so that I could become powerful and restore the glory of our ancestors.
It should be noted that Fu Ying possesses the Golden Jade Heavenly Spiritual Root, a mutated Golden Earth Spiritual Root.
Gold and jade are his companion spiritual treasures.
Even with such unparalleled talent, the patriarch decreed that he should assist me, the eldest son of the main branch…
"Stop, hold on, may I ask how old you are today?" Zheng Ya, feeling exhausted, raised his hand to stop them. Fu Lian was taken aback and laughed, "Brother, I'm three years older than you, I just turned nineteen this year..."
"Haha, nineteen years old, not young anymore!" Zheng Ya circled around him with interest, sneering. Fu Lian, sensing the sarcasm in his tone, asked in confusion, "Brother, what do you mean by this?"
"Hmm, I'm sure of it. If a person has low IQ and EQ, as long as they're not born brain-damaged, they're not necessarily stupid. Do you know why?" Zheng Ya thoughtfully enlightened this playboy.
In fact, Fu Lian is just a spoiled brat.
He inherited the title from his ancestors before he was even ten years old.
Logically speaking, at the age of ten, he was not qualified to inherit a title. According to the laws of the dynasty, one was only eligible to inherit a title at the age of fifteen; otherwise, one could only hold the title of inheritor.
A viscount is a viscount who holds the honorary title but does not receive a stipend.
It may stem from the fact that Fu Lian's father, Fu She, failed in his attempt to force the crown prince to abdicate, which resulted in the removal of his title and the extermination of the entire Fu family. As a result, Fu Lian inherited the honorary title without receiving a salary, which was tacitly considered as atonement, and enjoying the title of viscount was a great favor from heaven.
Little did they know that this was a means by which two generations of emperors disgusted the Fu family and warned the people of the world—a method of imperial power politics.
However, the Fu family enjoyed it. Fu Lian was a typical example. He inherited the title at the young age of ten, which fostered his vanity. He grew up surrounded by servants and the flattery deliberately created by certain people, and became proficient in eating, drinking and whoring.
Zheng Ya gained access to Fu Ya's memories and instantly understood Fu Lian's predicament. Fu Lian didn't understand the term "emotional intelligence," but he was familiar with "intelligence," and said with great shame and indignation, "Brother, you're insulting your older brother's stupidity..."
"Stop. Whether you're stupid or brilliant, it has nothing to do with me. Why should I humiliate you?" Zheng Ya didn't want to be used as a pawn like him. He felt that saving him and fighting back would save him a lot of trouble, so why not?
Fu Lian was taken aback, but his angry expression softened. He bowed and apologized, "Brother, please don't take it to heart. I've misunderstood. Please explain yourself."
"Hmm, how about this, I'll ask and you answer, and you figure it out yourself?" Zheng Ya sat back down in the armchair next to the octagonal table, raising his index finger to state his principles.
Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.
Those who lack flexibility and self-reflection are bound to develop an arrogant personality.
The vast majority of people will not accept criticism from outsiders.
Fu Lian was pleased to receive no criticism and said in a friendly tone, "Brother, please speak freely. I am not an extremely intelligent person, but I am not stupid either. I have my own judgment. Please speak frankly to my face to avoid any misunderstandings."
"Hmm, back then, the first question was about making a fuss about the remote mountain people?"
"What? That's impossible. Not to mention that people in remote mountain areas can't write articles, even ordinary people in the capital can't read."
After all, literary and martial classics are mostly controlled by powerful families, and ordinary people in the capital rarely see them, let alone mountain dwellers. They probably wouldn't even dream of what literature is.
"Hmm, the second question, young masters of noble families farming?" Zheng Ya agreed with his point of view. Monopolizing capital to expand the power of families is the main theme of this world.
Ordinary people could only rely on powerful families to farm and work to survive. Whether they had no way to study the classics or joined the army to become generals, they would all be suppressed and enslaved by powerful families, cutting off their chance to rise above others.
If the world had not been in such dire straits, the slave trade would not have existed.
Fu Lian understood this perfectly and immediately shook his head in denial: "Brother, are you joking with me?"
Even the sons of noble families don't know how to grow flowers, so there aren't many people who appreciate them.
Even if a young master from a noble family committed a crime, he would either be beheaded or exiled to the border to fight the enemy and atone for his crimes. He would not even have the opportunity to farm.
How could a young master from a noble family possibly farm?
"Hmm, not bad. Third question, what is the current emperor's reign title?" Zheng Ya asked the third question, then looked at him with a smile, causing two sharp glints to flash in Liu Yuan's eyes, who was standing at the door of the private room.
Upon hearing this, Fu Lian's expression changed drastically. He pointed at Zheng Ya and trembled as he said, "Brother, brother, this is treason! No, these words of yours..."
"Haha, I told you that it hurts a lot when you cut your finger. Can you feel the pain of a cut finger now?" Zheng Ya said with a smile.
Fu Lian murmured thoughtfully as he stepped back, "No, it can't be. I am the legitimate son of the Duke of Dai's lineage. The title was decided by the Emperor Emeritus's decree, and no one can take it away from me..."
Go back and figure it out yourself!
A title and a salary are what count; power and dignity need to be defended with strength.
"I'm the best example. You can leave now." Zheng Ya waved his hand to shoo him away, and Liu Yuan took the opportunity to pull Fu Lian out of the private room and push him out the door.
Fu Lian was pushed out of the Fuxianglou gate by Liu Yuan like a puppet the whole time.
Zheng Ya sat in a private room on the third floor, sipping tea. He sensed Fu Lian walking back in a daze. Liu Yuan returned to the private room, bowed, and asked, "Your Excellency has been tricked and is in dire straits. Why won't you spare this old man and his grandson?"
"Do you think I would take advantage of you two and then abandon you afterward?" Zheng Ya knew that he suspected that she had ulterior motives for taking them in, so she didn't want to explain.
After thinking carefully for a moment, Liu Yuan shook his head and said, "It seems that Your Excellency has no need to use my grandfather and grandson as chess pieces."
Could it be used as bait to catch fish?
"You are very honest and have not denied the fact that you were forced to come and cause trouble, and that you did not come to seek revenge on Prince Rong."
This shows that you truly acknowledge me as your savior.
"It's just that you're so focused on protecting Liu Yan'er's life that you're being cautious and don't dare to trust me easily..." Zheng Ya launched a political maneuver, targeting the cultivator identities of Liu Yuan and his grandson, using them as guinea pigs.
It should be noted that Zheng Ya used his planning ability to plan the technical memories of ordinary people. He cannot read the memories of ordinary people because he planned their muscle memories, or more precisely, muscle cell memories.
If this is how it works for ordinary people, Zheng Ya simply cannot plan the technical skills of cultivators. The cultivators must not resist and are willing to be guinea pigs for Zheng Ya to plan the skills in their muscle cells.
This invisibly limited Zheng Ya's development speed in this world.
After all, the skills that ordinary people possess are useless to Zheng Ya!
The array formations, cultivation methods, spells, talismans, and so on that cultivators possessed led Zheng Ya to find a path to develop a foundational technique for building supernatural abilities. All methods lead to the same goal; how would he know if he didn't try?
With a thud, Liu Yuan knelt down and kowtowed, pleading, "My lord, please find a way to protect my Liu family's only bloodline, Liu Yan'er. I'll do anything you ask, even face death..."
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