"It was Mother who brought this up, but I've already refused. Over the years, I've done everything you wanted—a lifelong commitment to one person. What more could you possibly want?"
“I’m not satisfied either. She’s clearly a wicked child, yet you still care so much about her. How can I be satisfied?” Madam Fu said, sweeping all the porcelain on the table onto the floor. The porcelain made a crisp sound as it hit the ground.
“She is your daughter, the one you gave birth to,” Imperial Censor Fu said with difficulty. No matter how eloquent he was outside, he couldn’t say anything in front of his wife.
"No, that's not true. I only have one daughter, Zige. She's the wicked girl who pushed my son away!"
Mrs. Fu held her head and retorted, as if only in this way could she prove that what she was doing was right.
"So, you arranged everything perfectly for Zige, leaving Ziwu to figure everything out on her own?" Imperial Censor Fu was somewhat disheartened. Now that everything was out in the open, things he hadn't thought about before surfaced, and indeed, things were quite unusual.
Why is Ziwu only accompanied by magpies? Why is Ziwu not very close to me? Why is Ziwu not present at the family banquet?
Once or twice, the excuse for not coming was sometimes illness, sometimes a tantrum, which made me quite angry at times. Now that I think about it, those were all excuses, excuses for his wife not wanting her children to have contact with her!
"When I married you, you were the best among the daughters of noble families, with many families seeking your hand in marriage. But I was no less impressive. Although the Fu family couldn't compare to your Li family of Hexi, there were still many high-ranking families eager to marry their daughters to me. Out of so many people, I chose you. You said you wanted to marry someone who wouldn't take concubines, and I agreed. We've been through this for twenty years, and only now do I realize how despicable you are inside."
"Fu Jingzhi!"
“You’ve never really trusted me, and you always shoulder everything on your own. No matter how much I say, you always think I’m just trying to comfort you or lying to you. From now on, I don’t need to say these things to you anymore.”
Imperial Censor Fu sighed and walked out of the room. The servant outside was so frightened that his legs went weak.
"Master...Master," he called out tremblingly, afraid that he would be dismissed by the master for hearing these things.
The Imperial Censor summoned the man and instructed him, "From today onwards, the lady is ill and will not see anyone, no matter who they are."
"Yes, sir," the servant replied, then asked, "And what about Miss?"
Miss? Fu Ziwu probably won't come to see her at this time. As for Fu Zige... even Imperial Censor Fu doesn't know what her true face is like.
"There's no need to meet them. Just say that Madam is worried about the two young ladies and doesn't want them to get sick. Oh, and have someone prepare some more silver notes to secretly send to the second young lady."
Sending a box of jewelry in a grand display now wouldn't look good; people would think too much if they saw it. A stack of silver notes would be much more practical; you can keep them and buy whatever you want.
The servant agreed.
With Madam Fu's passing, the political climate in the Fu household changed drastically, and no one knew exactly what had become of it.
Lu Qingyan listened to Sun Ping's reply at the Prince De's residence and spat out a grape seed.
“This servant has delivered the letter. Imperial Censor Fu said he would handle this matter. In my opinion, I don’t know what will happen to Madam Fu, but Imperial Censor Fu will send some silver notes to the Princess.” Sun Ping guessed, “It must be because Imperial Censor Fu thinks that sending jewelry is too conspicuous and inconvenient to spend.”
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