Starting with a cub, the superpower boss becomes the richest man by lying flat

Chapter 177 It seems the heir to the Marquis of Zhaoyang will be replaced this time.

These words were indeed very forceful, but when they came out of the Zhaoyang Marquis's heir, who was covered in cold sweat, pale-faced, and lying on the ground hunched over like a shrimp, Lin Xin felt that they definitely did not achieve the effect he wanted.

Mo Ziyuan was quite kind-hearted. He waved his hand and said, "Your Highness, rest assured, I absolutely did not intend to interfere in your grievances. The reason I came here was just to see if you needed any help. Now it seems that I was just being redundant."

The heir of the Zhaoyang Marquis did not speak. Although his gaze was still unfriendly, he no longer looked at them as enemies.

These words really stung Fu Qing. She looked at Mo Ziyuan in disbelief, her lips trembling as she asked, "Brother Ziyuan, what... what did you just say?"

Mo Ziyuan acted as if he hadn't heard, and asked the heir of the Zhaoyang Marquis, "Should I inform your family? Or find you a doctor?"

The heir of the Marquis of Zhaoyang's face darkened. He wanted to say something but held back in the end. He struggled to sit up and leaned against the servant, then clasped his hands in a fist salute to Mo Ziyuan. "Then I'll trouble the heir of the Duke of Dingguo to go to my house and tell him."

Mo Ziyuan nodded, noticing that he was covered in cold sweat from his earlier actions, and couldn't help but ask again, "Are you sure you don't need me to call a doctor for you?"

The heir of the Marquis of Zhaoyang moved his lips but did not answer, but Lin Xin could see clearly that he had just silently uttered a single word: "Get out!"

Mo Ziyuan shrugged. "Alright then, I'll go find your family right away."

After saying that, he was about to leave with Lin Xin when Fu Qing suddenly rushed over from the side and shouted shrilly, "Brother Ziyuan, how can you not help me!"

Although she was speaking to Mo Ziyuan, she was rushing towards Lin Xin. Since they were not far apart, it was too late for Mo Ziyuan to get Lin Xin to avoid her frantic pounce.

Seeing Fu Qing's eyes filled with malice and resentment, and her meticulously manicured long fingernails getting closer and closer to her eyes, Lin Xin reacted quickly and kicked out, striking Fu Qing's calf near her ankle.

Then came a series of sounds: "thump," "ouch," "crack," and "ah~." Fu Qing was kicked to her knees. Because she couldn't stop in time, her hands were stuck straight into the ground in the form of claws. Except for her two thumbs, the other eight fingers immediately twisted into a strange shape, and it was obvious that they were broken.

Lin Xin withdrew her foot and said innocently, "This isn't my fault! You came too fast, it was just an instinctive reaction."

"You..." After suffering a series of blows, coupled with the pain in her fingers, Fu Qing couldn't catch her breath and fainted.

"Miss!" The little maid rushed over, but she tied her hands up and didn't touch Fu Qing.

She tripped and fell when Fu Qing pushed her away. She was a bit unlucky; there were several pieces of broken porcelain behind her. When she fell backward, she braced herself with her hand and pressed down on one of the pieces, which pierced the flesh of her palm.

However, she didn't dare to cry out in pain. She could only grit her teeth, pull out the broken porcelain shards, and tear off a piece of her skirt to bandage the bleeding wound.

"Sigh! Let's find a doctor first before going to the Zhaoyang Marquis's residence!" Lin Xin sighed.

“That’s the only way,” Mo Ziyuan agreed.

The heir of the Zhaoyang Marquis really didn't want the outside doctor to treat him, but Fu Qing had not only injured her hand but also fainted. If something happened because he stopped him from seeing a doctor, he would be in the wrong even if he was in the right.

Finally, he could only reluctantly say to Mo Ziyuan, "Then please trouble Your Highness to have someone bring the royal physician with you when you visit my home!"

"Okay, I'll go right away." Mo Ziyuan readily agreed and pulled Lin Xin away. The manager of Shixiang Pavilion looked extremely grim. Fortunately, it was past lunchtime, and almost everyone eating in the lobby on the first floor had left; otherwise, who knows how much loss they would have suffered!

Although Prince Fu is of a higher generation, he is actually only one year older than the late emperor. The two grew up together. He is a staunch supporter of the emperor and the new emperor was often taken care of by him when he was young. As a result, Mo Ziyuan is also quite familiar with him. Therefore, when the shopkeeper saw Mo Ziyuan come downstairs, he hurriedly came to greet him.

"Young Master, look at this matter..." The shopkeeper had a wrinkled and distressed expression on his face.

“I have seen this matter from beginning to end, and I can completely prove that it has nothing to do with you. If you need testimony, come to me,” Mo Ziyuan said.

"That's wonderful, thank you so much, Your Highness!" the shopkeeper said gratefully. With such a powerful witness, neither the Zhaoyang Marquis's Mansion nor the Fu family could control him without the help of Prince Fu.

"However, you should still send someone to inform the Prince, lest he hears an inaccurate version from elsewhere, which would be bad."

"Thank you for your advice, Young Master. I will go there myself right away." The shopkeeper was not only grateful at this moment, but he looked like he wanted to kowtow to Mo Ziyuan.

"Okay, explain it more clearly." Mo Ziyuan turned around and pulled Lin Xin away.

"Are you really going to the Zhaoyang Marquis's residence?" Lin Xin asked curiously as they walked.

"Go? Of course I'll go if I promised!" Mo Ziyuan replied with a smile.

"I have a feeling something's up here! You seem unusually happy," Lin Xin said, stopping in her tracks and looking at Mo Ziyuan with certainty.

"Haha, you figured that out," Mo Ziyuan laughed, leaning closer to Lin Xin and whispering, "I reckon the heir to the Zhaoyang Marquis will be replaced this time."

"What's going on?" This sounded like the shady dealings in the backyard of a wealthy and powerful family, and Lin Xin's curiosity was immediately piqued.

"Let's go first, I'll tell you as we walk." Mo Ziyuan pulled her forward, telling her the dramatic events that had occurred at the Zhaoyang Marquis's residence.

It turns out that the current heir of the Zhaoyang Marquis is not the legitimate son born to the Zhaoyang Marquis's wife, but the eldest son born to the Zhaoyang Marquis's most beloved concubine.

To ensure that the concubine's child would inherit the Marquis's mansion in the future, Marquis Zhaoyang went to great lengths. He first drugged his wife for years to prevent her from having children. After three years of her marriage without producing an heir, he had no choice but to stop giving the concubine the contraceptive. Soon after, the concubine became pregnant and gave birth to a son, who was then registered under the Marquis's wife's name and became the legitimate son.

When the child turned one year old, Marquis Zhaoyang couldn't wait to submit a memorial to establish him as the heir apparent.

With his beloved woman's future secured, Marquis Zhaoyang was content and relaxed his efforts to drug his wife. As a result, his wife became pregnant two years later.

Perhaps sensing something was amiss, Lady Hou took extra care of this hard-won child, not even telling Marquis Zhaoyang until her figure could no longer be concealed.

Marquis Zhaoyang flew into a rage and arranged for several doctors to persuade his wife that the child in her womb was unhealthy, that even if the child was born, it would be weak and might even die young.

But Lady Hou was determined to have a child of her own, and she became suspicious of everyone in the Hou family. She went back to her parents' home and asked for a skilled old woman to take care of her personally. She persevered until the child was full-term, and when the child was born, she found that it was a boy.

Lady Hou wept bitterly for her son, for he should have been the heir of the Marquis's mansion, but his identity had been stolen before he was even born.