"But what about Zhong Yan and Aunt Lan?" Fu Guanjie hesitated, torn between his own daughter, who was his closest relative, and his concubine, who had been with him through countless long nights.
“Father, Concubine Lan is nothing but a plaything, why should you care? As the Minister, you hold a high position and great power, what kind of woman can’t you have? If Concubine Lan’s words leak out, our Fu family’s reputation will be ruined. Even your position as Minister might be lost.” Fu Shixian spoke from the bottom of his heart, every word concerned for Fu Guanjie’s safety and the rise and fall of the Fu family.
Fu Guanjie's eyes lit up with joy, clearly showing he was tempted. As a son, it was Fu Shixian's duty to be filial to his parents. It was his responsibility as a child to obediently offer a way out for his father's dilemma.
“Father, Zhong Yan is your daughter and also my sister. However, a small act of impatience can ruin a great plan. Zhong Yan is seriously ill and her life is in danger. It would be most appropriate to send her to the countryside to recuperate.” Fu Shixian’s pure heart was evident, and his compassion for all people was truly the heart of a bodhisattva.
Fu Guanjie feigned reluctance, hesitated repeatedly, pondered for a long time, gritted his teeth, and painfully dealt with Aunt Lan and Fu Zhongyan. In the short span of time, the once glorious and favored daughter of heaven met her tragic end, leaving one with nothing short of sighs and lamentations.
Having resolved his biggest worry, the problem returned to its source: the culprit, Ji Xiaoxiao. Fu Guanjie, realizing he had been utterly defeated by a mere woman, was consumed by rage. In a fit of anger, he smashed the teacup in his hand to the ground.
"Father, don't be angry. Qipan is still young and doesn't understand. You can teach her, and everything will be alright." Fu Shixian gently patted Fu Guanjie's back, his face full of filial piety and heartwarming words, which made Fu Guanjie feel much better.
Fu Guanjie sighed, thinking that his son was still a bit young and naive in his understanding of things and people.
"Xian'er, Fu Qipan must not be allowed to live." Even tigers don't eat their cubs, and when it comes to ruthlessness, Fu Guanjie is definitely a master.
Fu Shixian paused, his face full of difficulty, "But, Father, what about Qi Pan's internal strength?"
"If I had kept her around, I would have been able to get rid of her."
Fu Guanjie was confident that he would succeed in capturing Ji Xiaoxiao.
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