Chapter 74 Ancestral Hall Meeting
That night, the sky was clear and the moon was bright, but the stars were few.
In a small courtyard near Yongzhou City, the lights were dim. Fu Ang leaned against the bed, holding a beautiful woman in his arms.
The woman was about twenty years old, wearing a light and thin shirt. She nestled in Fu Ang's arms, swaying her waist. Her skin was as smooth as cream and her body was as soft as if boneless.
Fu Ang's large, well-defined fingers caressed the woman's waist, his eyes gleaming with lust. The woman, however, feigned resistance, playfully pressing down on the mischievous hand on her waist.
"Fu Lang, are you absolutely certain this time?" the woman asked in a coquettish voice, her slender hand tracing circles on Fu Ang's chest, making his eyes even redder.
"Of course, I've been lying low for years, all for this moment," Fu Ang said confidently.
But the woman didn't believe her and said coquettishly, "Tch, you said the same thing a while ago, and what happened? You promised to welcome me into your mansion, but you made me wait for five years for nothing."
As she was about to get up and leave, Fu Ang pulled her into his arms. "Don't worry, this time it will definitely work. Once I inherit the title and move into the Marquis's mansion, I will definitely bring you in with great fanfare."
“Then I’ll wait,” the woman said happily, raising her hand to wrap around Fu Ang’s neck. “Fu Lang, I killed the person who was best to me because of you. You can’t betray me, otherwise… I’ll kill you.”
The woman grabbed Fu Ang by the neck, but Fu Ang took the opportunity to fall onto the bed. "Fine, if I'm lying to you, then kill me with your own hands. I'd be willing to die on your body."
The bed curtains gradually fell, the red quilt billowed, and the room was filled with enchanting beauty once again.
*
The next day, when Fu Ang woke up, no one was beside him.
The sounds of chickens and ducks could be heard outside, along with a woman's voice, instructing the servants on her dietary preferences.
Fu Ang heard it clearly and was momentarily lost in thought.
Logically speaking, this Chen should be a dead person.
When the Wutong Garden caught fire, Chen escaped in the chaos. As agreed, he would give her a large sum of money to send her away from Yongzhou. But Chen had leverage over him, so he wouldn't let her leave so easily.
The best way is to turn her into a dead person and shut her up forever.
Just to be on the safe side, he took matters into his own hands. He had intended to send her on her way with a cup of poisoned wine, but unexpectedly, Chen was so frightened that she cried in his arms, her face streaked with tears. He couldn't resist and took her.
It was then that he realized how his usually womanizing older brother could have fallen for a plain-looking woman like Chen.
She could kill a man in bed.
Having tasted the sweetness of her pleasure, he decided to keep Chen alive until he was tired of her, and then kill her. Little did he know, this wait would last a full five years.
For the past five years, Chen was not only his mistress but also his confidante. She knew all his dark sides and could even offer him advice.
However, at the same time, Madam Chen treated him genuinely well. He wasn't lying to her last night; he truly wanted to welcome Madam Chen into his household and give her a proper status.
Chen had not been at Wutong Garden for long, and few people had seen her, so she was not afraid of being recognized.
Thinking of this, Fu Ang stretched lazily before getting out of bed.
Hearing the noise outside, Madam Chen pushed open the door and came in, her eyes full of smiles. "Fu Lang is awake?"
"What time is it? Why didn't you wake me?" Fu Ang asked.
"It's past 9 AM. I saw you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't want to wake you." Madam Chen came forward and helped him get dressed and wash up. "I made your favorite flatbread to soak in with steamed buns. Have some before you go."
"No, the clan chief is holding a meeting in the ancestral hall at noon today, so I can't be late."
"It's still early, have something to eat before you go!" Mrs. Chen said, trying to persuade her to stay, "I don't know when I'll be able to come again."
“It’s too late,” Fu Ang pressed her down and kissed her, then patted her bottom. “Be a good girl and wait, I’ll marry you sooner or later.”
The courtyard where Chen was settled was still a bit far from Yongzhou City. Fu Ang set off in a carriage, but took a detour halfway through the journey and entered the city through the west gate.
Yesterday, when he went out, he said he was going out to collect debts. When he learned that he would be passing through the West Market, Feng Yatou cried and begged him to bring back some snacks from Miweizhai.
After buying some pastries at Miweizhai, the coachman drove the carriage back to the mansion. Madam Cao had been waiting at the gate since early morning. When she saw him arrive, she hurried over to greet him.
"Why did you only come back now, sir? The clan elders are here and waiting in the hall."
“We were delayed on the way,” Fu Ang said, taking out a box of pastries and a bolt of cloth from the carriage and handing them to Cao Shi. “These are pastries for Feng’er, and this bolt of silk is a new arrival from Jinxiu Pavilion. Take it and make a dress.”
"Why did you go in person, Master? You could have just told a servant to go." Cao said this, but she was secretly delighted.
She didn't know what good deeds she had done in her past life to be able to marry such a man in this life. He was upright and honest, and also chaste, never setting foot in brothels. Even though he had two concubines, she had given her permission to bring them in, and unlike the first wife, he didn't spoil his concubines and neglect his wife. On the contrary, he respected her very much, so that the two concubines didn't dare to act recklessly in his presence.
To be honest, she has many wealthy women around her, but very few live as comfortably and freely as she does.
Fu Ang hurriedly entered the room, and when he arrived at the main hall, several clan elders were already getting impatient.
Fourth Uncle had the worst temper. Seeing that another cup of tea was empty, he slammed the teacup on the table and said angrily, "This second brother is too outrageous. He was supposed to be here at the agreed time, but he's nowhere to be seen."
Someone chimed in, "That's right, it's almost noon. If this really doesn't work, let's just call it a day. I doubt they care about a few old guys like us."
"Uncle, you're really flattering me."
Fu Ang's anxious voice came from behind. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Fu Ang rushing over, his robes soaked with sweat and his whole body panting.
Once he was in position, Fu Ang didn't even have time to catch his breath before he hurriedly bowed and greeted everyone in order of seniority.
His courteous manners and humble demeanor did manage to quell some of the anger of the crowd.
The eldest and most senior member of the group, the second uncle, spoke up, "I heard from Madam Cao that you went out to collect debts, but what went wrong with the accounts?"
After catching his breath, Fu Ang was about to have a sip of tea to quench his thirst when he heard his second uncle speak. He quickly put down his teacup and replied, "The accounts are fine, but there's one debt that we haven't been able to collect. I was thinking of going to see what's going on."
“Why don’t you just let the people below do this? There’s no need for you to do it personally. It would only lower your status,” said Fourth Uncle.
"Fourth Uncle is right. It's not that this debt has been outstanding for too long, and the people below have no way to deal with it. Besides, as you all know, Fulu Pavilion was a joint venture between me and someone else. If we can't collect this debt, the other party's dividends will also be delayed," Fu Ang said.
Fuluge was an antique shop opened by Fu Ang. At the time, he didn't have much spare money, so he found a friend to invest in it. The friend only contributed money and shared the profits, without interfering in other matters.
Fu Ang had approached them about this before, but at the time they were not optimistic about the business and all claimed they had no money. Who would have thought that Fu Lu Ge would not only not close down as they had expected, but would actually be thriving.
It is said that their daily income is equivalent to their annual expenses.
Hearing him considerate of others, some people sneered enviously, "You certainly know how to think of others."
Fu Ang chuckled and said, "Since we agreed to distribute dividends on time every month, how could I go back on my word? Besides, I'm thinking that with Fu Lu Ge doing so well right now, I'll see how much spare cash I have, and if I have enough, I'll open another branch."
Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes immediately lit up.
Especially Uncle Liu, who had just been giving Fu Ang a hard time because he was late, laughed the loudest. "Opening a branch is good, opening a branch is good! Nephew, if you don't have enough money, just ask Uncle Liu. Uncle Liu will support you even if it means selling everything he owns."
Seeing that Lao Liu had become so shameless, everyone chimed in, "Yes, yes, come to us if you have any trouble."
The old men smiled broadly, appearing very kind and approachable, but Fu Ang knew what they were up to. He sneered inwardly, but didn't show it on his face.
Because that's the result he wanted.
Fu Ang nodded repeatedly in agreement, then changed the subject and said, “I invited you uncles and elders here today to ask you to support me when you vote.”
“Nephew, what are you saying?” The most taciturn of the six, the third uncle, spoke up. “We have all seen your kindness and generosity. You are naturally the most suitable person to be the head of this family.”
"Yes, yes." The crowd echoed again. Fu Ang stood up, took two steps back, clasped his hands and bowed. "In that case, thank you all very much."
After finishing their business, Fu Ang chatted with them for a while longer. Seeing that the group was intentionally or unintentionally steer the conversation toward the Fu Lu Ge branch he had mentioned, Fu Ang gave vague answers a few times before finally revealing his plans.
Fu Ang is a born businessman. Even if something is baseless, he can make it sound convincing and captivating.
As everyone listened to his vision, they could almost picture themselves receiving boxes and boxes of dividends delivered to their homes. They all grinned from ear to ear, their wrinkles deepening with each smile.
Fu Ang found it amusing, and the heavy weight in his heart grew even more settled.
Support gained through bribery and enticement must be nurtured with benefits to ensure its longevity. It's no wonder he's feigned kindness and benevolence all these years.
Once he truly assumes the position of family head, hmph!
After lunch, a servant came to report that the clan chief had already led the clan elders to the ancestral hall. Fu Ang nodded upon hearing this.
Looking at his kind and benevolent reflection in the bronze mirror, Fu Ang chuckled softly, turned, and went out.
Meanwhile, at the Marquis's residence, Madam Fu also stormed out.
When the Marquis passed away, Fu Ang took the opportunity to cause a scene, using the pretext of mourning to get the elders who supported him to propose that he inherit the title.
Although it was suggested by the clan elders, everyone knew that it was Fu Ang's doing. He even shamelessly claimed that the old Marquis had told him to inherit the title.
Although he apologized the next day, saying that he was overcome with grief and recalled the past, and said such things without thinking, he could deceive others but he could not deceive himself.
His brother-in-law seemed kind and harmless, but he was actually more ruthless than anyone else. And later, rumors even circulated that the missing Chen woman had connections with their second branch of the family.
However, at that time, the Marquis had just passed away, Yunxiu was seriously ill, and the Marquis's mansion was in chaos, so she did not pursue the matter further.
Who would have thought that he would resort to the same old tricks and make a comeback?
Furthermore, he bribed several elders who had previously held Yun Ting in high regard.
In short, unless he steps over her dead body today, she will absolutely not let him have his way.
When Madam Fu arrived at the ancestral hall, the group was already inside offering incense. There were six servants guarding the entrance; judging by their attire, it was impossible to tell which family they belonged to.
But she didn't care.
After calming herself down, Madam Fu, along with Sixiang and the servants from the East Garden, stormed over, only to be stopped at the door by the six men.
"Outrageous!" Yu Xiang retorted angrily, "Open your dog eyes and see clearly, you even dare to stop the First Madam?"
"Excuse me, Aunt Yuxiang, Second Master said that no one is allowed to enter the ancestral hall today without his order."
"Hmph, what is he? How dare he stop me? Get out of my way!" Madam Fu ignored him and tried to force her way in, but to her surprise, the servants had brought weapons with them.
One by one, they picked up the weapons standing in the corner, drew their longswords, and pointed the tips at Madam Fu.
The gleaming sword flashed with white light, and Sixiang hurriedly stepped in front of Madam Fu.
“Insolence!” Yu Xiang spoke again, “How dare you treat Lady Hou like this? How many heads do you have?”
"Please forgive us, madam, we were just following orders," said the leader.
The enemy was armed with longswords, which made the situation immediately clear compared to the clubs wielded by the servants of the Eastern Garden.
But Madam Fu knew that although they had swords, they wouldn't dare to lay a hand on her. So she ordered Sixiang and the servants to wait there, and then forced her way in again.
Fu Ang's men appeared tough, but they actually didn't dare to lay a hand on Madam Fu. After all, they had a large family to support.
But if they really wanted to stop her, they couldn't have too much contact, so they could only resort to verbal attacks to persuade Madam Fu to give up.
The noisy group of men quickly attracted the attention of the clan head in the ancestral hall.
"What's that sound?" The clan chief frowned, his face showing displeasure.
"I'll go see." Fu Ang probably guessed who had come and was the first to stand up.
When I arrived at the door, I saw his dear sister-in-law.
"Oh, isn't this my sister-in-law? In this sweltering heat, instead of enjoying your life at the Marquis's mansion, what are you doing at the ancestral hall?"
Fu Ang looked concerned, but Madam Fu just kept sneering, "Alright, stop pretending, there are no outsiders here."
Everyone said that Fu Ang was honest, kind, humble and polite, but she knew about his bad nature on the second day after she married into the Marquis's mansion.
What kind of person would dare to harass their own sister-in-law under the guise of unfamiliarity?
“Why would you say that, sister-in-law? It’s quite hurtful.” Fu Ang chuckled, seemingly unconcerned about Madam Fu’s slander. “Besides, it’s not a festival or holiday, and for a woman like you to enter the ancestral hall is probably inauspicious and might offend the ancestors.”
Madam Fu sneered, "If you really offend her, you'll be the first one to die. Get out of the way."
Seeing her resolute attitude, Fu Ang didn't press the matter further. "Since you insist, please proceed!"
No matter how much he makes a fuss, the matter is already settled and nothing can be changed.
He stepped aside and gestured for them to proceed.
Madam Fu glared at him, then led a group of people from the East Garden into the ancestral hall with great fanfare.
The Fu Clan Ancestral Hall is a two-courtyard complex that enshrines five generations of ancestors of the Fu family, including the deceased Marquis of Cheng'an, Fu Xuan. Surrounded by trees, the ancestral hall rarely sees the sun, and upon entering, one feels a chilly atmosphere.
Madam Fu, dressed in thin clothes, couldn't help but shiver.
Yu Xiang thought she was scared, so she stepped forward and tugged at her sleeve, "Madam, why don't we wait a little longer?"
The lady has already written to the second young master, and I believe he will arrive soon; it won't make a difference if he arrives a little later.
Now that Second Master has persuaded the clan head to open the ancestral hall, he must have a foolproof plan. Madam, going it alone, will probably suffer some mistreatment.
“No need,” Madam Fu waved her hand. “If I can’t even protect what my late husband left behind, then I don’t need to be a Marquis’s wife.”
The group passed through the front yard and then through the back gate, where they saw that the twelve elders of the Fu family had finished burning incense and were seated in the council hall, waiting for the meeting to begin.
Upon seeing that the visitor was Madam Fu, the clan chief, sitting at the head of the table, frowned and looked disgusted. "Why have you come?"
"I heard that the clan leader is holding a meeting in the ancestral hall today, so I have come to attend on behalf of my late husband." As she spoke, Madam Fu waved her hand, telling Yu Xiang and the others to wait there, and then walked straight to the left of the clan leader, to the seat that belonged to her late husband, Fu Xuan.
"Absurd!" The clan chief slammed his hand on the table and stood up. "How dare you, a mere woman, come to such a place? Get out of here right now!"
Upon hearing this, the other clan elders echoed, "That's right, it's disrespectful for the ancestors for a woman to enter the ancestral hall without permission."
"If you offend your ancestors, you will be in deep trouble."
"Get out of here right now."
"Get out of here, get out of here."
The group was filled with righteous indignation, as if Madam Fu had committed some heinous crime. However, Madam Fu remained unmoved, walked straight to the seat, and sat down.
Seeing how shameless she was and how she wouldn't listen to advice, the crowd was so angry they almost chopped her face with their fingers.
"You are so stubborn! It is a disgrace to the Fu family to have someone like you as our mistress!"
"Such an act of defiance against our ancestors has endangered the Fu clan!"
Several people looked up to the sky and sighed, heartbroken and indignant. This was the scene that Fu Ang saw when he entered, and he felt even more smug. He knew that even if he didn't stop Madam Fu, the spittle from these old guys inside would be enough to make her back down.
But clearly, she underestimated Madam Fu's resilience as a woman, and also underestimated her strength as a mother.
Facing the public's condemnation, Madam Fu said with a sneer, "What a joke! Who in this world wasn't born of a woman? You didn't feel any conflict back then, but now that you're dead, you think it was the woman who caused the conflict?"
“You…” One of the clan elders almost fainted from shock at his disrespect for their ancestors.
But Madam Fu paid no heed, saying, "Besides, all of my ancestors were magnanimous people. How could they punish a woman for trespassing into the ancestral hall? On the contrary, some people are maliciously speculating with petty minds, which is truly despicable."
"You shrew..." The clan elder, who was being subtly insulted, was so angry that he trembled and pointed at Madam Fu with his hand clenched like a sieve, unable to utter a single word.
Seeing that things were gradually getting out of control, Fu Ang was afraid that if things continued like this, all the elders would be so angry with Madam Fu that they would faint and ruin his important business, so he hurriedly stepped in to mediate.
"Everyone, everyone, calm down, calm down. Sister-in-law, please say less. Today's events are all due to my poor planning, which has caused discord among us. Sister-in-law is right, the ancestors of the Fu family were all magnanimous and broad-minded people, and they wouldn't get angry over such a small matter. Let's not let this interfere with our important business."
Fu Ang gave the other six clan elders a meaningful look, and they all agreed, saying, "Yes, don't let important matters be delayed. The meeting is important, the meeting is important."
Seeing that the incense was about to burn out, the clan chief had no choice but to give up and nodded helplessly, "In that case, let's begin."
The clan patriarch sat back down, tapped his cane, and the surroundings immediately fell silent. His majestic voice slowly proclaimed, "My Fu clan has been loyal and virtuous for generations. Since the time of our founding ancestor, we have received the title of Marquis of Cheng'an through our merit in supporting the emperor. Now, we are in the fourth generation. According to the rules, the title should have been downgraded in the third generation. However, thanks to the Emperor's special permission, my nephew Fu Xuan was able to retain the marquisate. Unfortunately, fate is cruel to the talented, and my nephew Fu Xuan died young. Since no successor has been designated, the title has been vacant for five years."
He sighed, “The Fu family is currently going through a turbulent period. In my opinion, we need to choose a patriarch to inherit the title. After much deliberation, I believe that Fu Ang is of noble character and has made significant contributions, making him suitable to inherit the title. What do you all think?”
"This..." Some of the elders had already heard the news, but they were still shocked to hear it in person. After looking at each other, they began to whisper among themselves.
Others remained calm and simply sat on the sidelines, watching the fire from afar.
The six people who had already colluded with Fu Ang naturally spoke up first, "I support it."
"I support it too."
“Nephew Fu Ang is a kind and honest man, and is indeed the only suitable candidate for the position of family head. I agree.”
I agree.
The lively chatter of the group instantly brought the atmosphere in the council hall to a climax.
Some of the clan elders were even influenced by them and voted in favor of Fu Ang.
Fu Ang, sitting at the bottom, looked at the scene before him and could barely contain his laughter.
This is the scene he has always dreamed of!
This is the scene he has longed for for many years!
However… Fu Ang’s gaze fell on Madam Fu.
Hopefully, that old hag won't cause any more trouble, otherwise, once he inherits the title, he'll make her wish she were dead.
However, Madam Fu was not about to let him have his way.
“I object.” Madam Fu’s clear, gentle voice stood out starkly among the rough voices of the old men.
Seeing that everyone was looking over, Madam Fu repeated herself, word by word, "I oppose it."
The council hall fell silent upon hearing this. Everyone looked at Madam Fu, who sat at the head of the table, as if they were wondering if they had misheard.
Fourth Uncle spoke up, disapprovingly, "I say, Fu Xuan's wife, these clan matters should be discussed by us elders and relevant personnel. What right do you, a mere woman, have to interfere?"
“Heh,” Madam Fu sneered, “If relevant personnel are involved, why aren’t my eldest son Yunxiu and second son Yunting here? They are also heirs to the title.”
“Since you all intend to hold a council meeting to invite our ancestors, you must be fair and transparent. So, why have you deliberately avoided my son in this important matter? If that’s the case, then what’s wrong with me speaking on his behalf?”
“Sister-in-law, you’re mistaken. What do you mean by avoiding them? I personally sent a letter of invitation to the capital. If they don’t come, they can’t blame us for that,” Fu Ang said.
"Hmph," Madam Fu sneered, "You know how far Yongzhou is from the capital. The invitation was sent out at noon yesterday. How could they possibly get here in time?"
This was also what Madam Fu feared most. He and Fu Ang must have sent their letters one after the other. It was all Fu Ang's fault for keeping it from him. He didn't know if Yun Ting had received her urgent letter or if he could arrive on time.
"Fu Xuan's wife, how did you know that the second son posted the message at noon yesterday?" an elder asked.
"I..." Madam Fu was speechless for a moment. She couldn't very well say that she had been sending people to keep an eye on the neighbors and follow their housekeeper to get the news, could she?
Madam Fu was speechless, and the situation suddenly changed again. Seeing this, Fu Ang quickly began his performance, "Sister-in-law, I know you're angry that I took what rightfully belonged to your eldest branch of the family. But you can't frame me like this. I sent out the invitations to Yun Ting and Yun Xiu three days ago, and the clan leader can testify to that."
Fu Ang looked at the clan chief, who nodded, indicating that it was indeed true.
Three days ago, he did indeed write a letter with Fu Ang and send it to the capital.
What he didn't know was that no sooner had Fu Ang sent out the invitation than his men intercepted the messenger outside the city and forced him to lie to the clan chief.
The time Madam Fu saw it was a play that he deliberately arranged for the housekeeper to put on, and the letter that Madam Fu sent out was also intercepted by him along with the letter.
Therefore, no one can stop him from taking back what is rightfully his today.
Fu Ang suppressed the smile on his lips, secretly pinching his thigh hard, and squeezed out a few tears. "Over the years, I admit that I was jealous of my elder brother. Father had originally decided to pass the title to me. But at the same time, I am also grateful to my elder brother, because if it weren't for him, the Fu family would not have been able to continue the glory of the Marquis's mansion."
"After my elder brother passed away, I was blinded by greed and said things I shouldn't have. I've rarely attended family banquets these past few years because I felt ashamed to face you all. Now, the Fu family is going through a difficult time, and as a member of the Fu family, I must shoulder my share of responsibility. I am deeply grateful that you have chosen me to be the head of the family. I have no way to repay you. I only hope that I can lead the Fu family on this path well and live up to your expectations."
Fu Ang pretended to wipe away his tears, "I know you think I stole something from your eldest son's family, but Yun Ting is the second son of the legitimate wife, and so am I. I've yielded for so many years, what's wrong with fighting for it?"
The succession of titles has always been in accordance with the principle of father to son, and elder brother to younger brother.
Fu Ang's words came from the bottom of his heart, and even seemed somewhat inconsistent with his previous non-competitive nature. However, no one thought he was hypocritical; on the contrary, they thought he was genuine and courageous.
It's even a little pitiful and heartbreaking.
And among all the people here, who wasn't excluded from this title because of their birth?
Immediately, a sense of mutual understanding spread throughout the council hall. Some even offered words of comfort to Fu Ang, saying it wasn't his fault.
In a short time, more and more people turned against Fu Ang, and Madam Fu finally understood why Fu Ang had that expression when she entered the ancestral hall.
It turns out he had planned everything all along.
What a moving and tear-jerking performance! It's a real shame he didn't become an actor.
"But perhaps you've all forgotten that my son Yunxiu is the eldest son of the legitimate wife, and he is the first in line to inherit the throne." Madam Fu parted her red lips slightly and posed the question again.
“But didn’t he say back then that he wouldn’t compete for this title?” an elder questioned.
"Back then, he didn't fight for the title because he thought Yun Ting was the rightful heir. Besides, he was suffering from illness at the time, so it would have been futile to fight for it. But things are different now."
Madam Fu chuckled, her meaning clear. Everyone recalled the rumors from a while back that Fu Yunting's leg had healed, and remained noncommittal.
Seeing that the situation was unfavorable to him, Fu Ang quickly gave another elder a wink. The elder understood and pondered for a moment before speaking, "In the end, it's all about his own ideas. If Yun Xiuzhen has this idea, let him say it himself."
Before he could finish speaking, someone chimed in, "That's right, let him say it himself."
"Yes, let him say it himself."
"Only what he says counts."
With everyone chiming in, they once again pushed Madam Fu to the brink of despair.
Because she was now almost certain that she had fallen into Fu Ang's trap, and that Fu Yunting and the others had not received any information at all.
Could it be that she really can't keep this title?
Madam Fu was at her wits' end, and Yu Xiang and the others who were watching from outside were also anxiously waiting.
"What to do, what to do?"
Just as everyone was clamoring for Fu Yunxiu to come out, Madam Fu was helpless and could only grit her teeth in secret, and Fu Ang and his group were beaming with pride, several screams came from outside. Then, a deep and gentle voice came from the front yard, "Since you uncles and elders want to see me, then please forgive this junior for coming uninvited."
The familiar voice made Madam Fu's heart skip a beat, and she subconsciously got up and looked towards the door.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and soon, three familiar figures appeared at the middle gate.
The man on the far right was tall and imposing, dressed in a white robe embroidered with gold, exuding maturity, composure, and refined elegance. The man in the middle wore a dark blue robe; although he looked somewhat haggard, his otherworldly air and imposing presence were undeniable. The man on the far left wore a smoky blue scholar's robe; although he appeared slightly younger than the two in front, he was still handsome and dashing.
These are none other than Fu Yunxiu, Fu Changze, and Fu Yunting, whom they were looking for.
The three walked side by side, and for a moment, the world lost its color, and the sun and moon lost their light. This was the first time in so many years that the three brothers had appeared together in front of everyone.
Although they already knew that these people had inherited their parents' good looks and were outstanding in appearance, the impact of putting them together was still considerable.
Madam Fu could hardly believe her eyes, and Fu Ang's mouth dropped open in disbelief.
Didn't he already intercept the letter and messenger destined for the capital?
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