Never divorce, never stop getting rich

Chapter 126 The Senior Kitchen Helper

"Ancestor?" The black dwarf covered his cheek, thinking that the clan leader had gone crazy. Although they were all collateral branches of the Fu family and far away from the royal bloodline, they were not going to come up with an ancestor.

"This is Taizong's youngest uncle, the last child born to Taizong's uncle when he was seventy. He's younger than the late emperor, but his generation is very high, and he's the closest bloodline to Taizong."

Some of the elders in the clan knew Mr. Cao, so they pulled the younger generations of their family members and retreated. If they continued to make trouble at this time, they would be courting death.

"Didn't my uncle go to his fiefdom? Why is he back?"

The white-haired old man looked back and saw that all the elders in the tribe shook their heads.

My uncle's branch was given fiefdoms during the reign of Emperor Taizong, and all the family members went there, except for my uncle who tacitly stayed in the capital.

After the previous emperor ascended the throne, the branch of my younger uncle's family gradually declined. In order to stabilize the royal family, the emperor simply made this uncle, who was the most senior, a king and gave him a separate fiefdom. After that, my younger uncle went to the fiefdom and did not appear in the capital for many years.

The clan leader secretly cursed his uncle for showing up at the wrong time and meddling in other people's affairs, but the fat piece of meat was about to be in his mouth, and letting him leave now would be like cutting out his heart.

"It's a coincidence that my uncle is here, but the matter of adopting an heir to the Marquis's Mansion cannot be delayed any longer. My uncle is not in the capital for many years and doesn't know much about the situation there.

"Brother Chan is dead. According to the rules, this mansion needs a man to take care of it. Besides, Tang State encourages widows to remarry. Brother Chan's wife is not yet 20 years old. She can't stay with Brother Chan for the rest of her life."

"Yes! I will definitely keep it for the rest of my life." Qian Qiansui immediately raised his hand and interrupted.

There is nothing wrong with her, so why would she marry again? She finally killed her husband and became a rich widow, with a puppy at home to warm her bed. She must be crazy to think of marrying again and going to another hell to serve her mother-in-law and take care of her husband.

When Wen Chun heard her say that she would never marry again, the light in her eyes disappeared and she wilted in an instant.

The clan leader hated her so much. Why did this poor woman have a mouth?

He turned around and said angrily: "That doesn't guarantee that the baby in your belly is a son!"

"Women from Tang Country can also inherit the family property. I remember this was the third law promulgated after His Majesty ascended the throne. As long as the family has only one daughter and does not marry out but only takes in a son-in-law, she has the right to inherit the family business and property."

Mr. Cao was wearing a bulky cotton robe. He had been traveling for business for many years, and his skin was not as smooth and delicate as others who lived a life of luxury. When he walked in, his hands were even shiny with oil from cutting meat.

If no one recognized his identity, he would seem no different from an ordinary middle-aged man struggling to make a living.

But even with such a calm pair of eyes, the clan leader didn't even dare to look into their eyes. He turned his head and said in panic, "But that's against the rules. In our Tang Kingdom, women have been outsiders for many years. Without male offspring, the property naturally cannot be inherited by women."

"So, the clan leader feels that the laws promulgated by Your Majesty are meaningless?" Mr. Cao asked again.

"I... I didn't say that. It's just that things haven't been going well for our clan in recent years. We need to consider the overall situation..."

"Fu Zeqing, I remember that when your brother was the head of the royal family, the clan's finances were always in good order and never stretched thin. How come when you took this position, you're so short of money that you're even thinking about a widow's property!"

Faced with Mr. Cao's questioning, the clan leader could not help but feel that he hated his outstanding younger brother the most. Although they were born of the same mother, he had always been inferior to his younger brother because of his extraordinary intelligence.

If he had not been more decisive, he would still be a minor official, living a life worse than death relying on the meager salary from the royal family.

"Young uncle, please be careful with your words. After all, I am now the head of the royal clan. It is not the place of an idle clan member to dictate how things are arranged. Even if you are the most senior, you should not influence the decisions of the clan."

Mr. Cao nodded and agreed: "I shouldn't have made any comments, but the late emperor asked me to supervise the royal family, and I can't say anything wrong. How about this,

I will go to the palace tomorrow to report to His Majesty and have the royal family bring out the account books for me to review. You know, the mathematics at Panshi Academy are very good, so it shouldn't take much time for them to help me sort out the account books."

"You!" The clan leader grabbed his chest collar and felt dizzy. He never knew that the late emperor had given such an order to his uncle. If this account book was really checked, his life would be over.

"Husband...Madam! Princess Yongle has arrived. She said that His Majesty has sent a sacrifice. Please accept my condolences." Quan Jiafu stood at the door and shouted with his head down. His heart began to beat fast when he saw this situation.

Everyone was in an uproar again. Everyone in the royal family knew what the relationship between the empress and Fu Zichan was. Now that one of the three pillars was missing, it was not surprising that the empress sent people to offer condolences. However, this involved a sacrifice and the princess coming in person. There seemed to be something going on here that they did not understand.

The clan leader could no longer sit still. After Princess Yongle came in and took Qian Qiansui's hand to comfort him, he said nothing more. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he wanted to leave.

Mr. Cao knew that the matter was over, so he didn't exchange greetings with the princess. He just nodded to Qian Qiansui and went back to the kitchen to chop the meat.

After seeing Mr. Cao leave, Fu Zichan finally recovered from the fact that his ancestor was helping in the kitchen of the Marquis' Mansion. He could still laugh heartily at Qian Qiansui. The deep feeling of being betrayed had surpassed his obsession with the Marquis' Mansion.

"That child isn't the Marquis's. She's a slut who can sleep with anyone. She's let the Marquis down. That child is a bastard!"

The concubine was terrified and grabbed Fu Zichan tightly. She thought Fu Zichan was crazy. Did it matter now whether the child was Fu Zichan's or not?

The important thing is, as long as she has this child, the royal family will not be able to interfere in the Marquis's Mansion, she will not be sent back to the confinement area, and she will still be the high and mighty Concubine Dowager of the Marquis's Mansion.

"Let me go! I'm going to kill this woman today, this bitch! You don't even know who the father of your child is, do you?"

The pain of becoming a woman and the trampling of male dignity made Fu Zichan feel that he had gone mad.

"Hurry, get these people out. Concubine Dowager, you still dare not let her shut up. Once the rumor gets out, none of us will have a good life. Do you still want to stay in the Marquis' Mansion?" The clan leader slapped his thigh, feeling that Fu Zichan's concubine was too troublesome.

Everyone tried to pull Fu Zichan, and the words he said became more and more unpleasant. At this time, no one noticed that a mauve figure flew out with a strong murderous intent.

Then Fu Zichan felt a powerful impact on his stomach, which not only carried him, but also the men in black surrounding him, flying from the hall to the yard at the same time, clearing a path in the hall.

"If you can't speak, leave your tongue." Wen Chun, wearing embroidered shoes and holding a dagger, walked towards Fu Zichan step by step.

Fu Zichan spat out a mouthful of blood. His body, which had never practiced martial arts, could not withstand such an impact.

"Give it to me, kill her for me..."