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

Chapter 178 Too much nonsense!

From then on, the child became a thorn in the side of Marquis Zhaoyang and his favorite concubine, to the point that they were determined to get rid of him. The late emperor had heard about this and had reprimanded Marquis Zhaoyang both openly and secretly. Although he readily admitted his mistake on the surface, he treated Marquis Zhaoyang's wife and son even more harshly in private.

Later, after her son was punished by Marquis Zhaoyang for some inexplicable reason once again, Lady Zhaoyang finally realized the reality and knew that if things continued like this, her son's life would be ruined.

It is said that "women are inherently weak, but become strong when they become mothers." Lady Zhaoyang rose to prominence from then on. Her family background was not bad to begin with, and her family had long been fed up with the many grievances she had suffered in her husband's family over the years for the sake of her son. Therefore, when they saw that she was finally willing to give in, the whole family mobilized and impeached the Marquis of Zhaoyang and his heir almost to death in the court.

The final result was that the concubine of the Marquis of Zhaoyang was given death by imperial decree, and the poison "Qianji" was personally given by the late emperor. The emperor also sent his eunuch An to supervise the execution, thus thwarting the Marquis of Zhaoyang's idea of ​​substituting one concubine for another. He could only watch in agony as his beloved woman suffered greatly before passing away.

At this point, Marquis Zhaoyang and his wife had completely broken off relations. He ignored her son and doted on the current heir apparent, keeping him by his side all day.

Unfortunately, if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be even crooked. The heir of the Zhaoyang Marquis eventually grew up to be a street thug, spending his days swaggering around with a bunch of followers, bullying men and women, doing all sorts of bad things, and eventually even getting involved with the Third Prince.

The son born to Lady Zhaoyang was exceptionally talented under the tutelage of his mother and maternal grandfather. He had already passed the imperial examination and become a Juren through his own efforts, and his future prospects were beginning to take shape.

"You mean the heir of the Marquis of Zhaoyang is going to be deposed this time?" Lin Xin thought for a long time after hearing this, but still couldn't understand why he said the heir of the Marquis of Zhaoyang would be replaced.

“Although the Fu family has declined, they are not to be trifled with,” Mo Ziyuan said with a smile.

"How will this matter be resolved today? Will Fu Qing marry him?" According to the conventions in the novels Lin Xin had read, in the end, the man is always the one who marries the woman after such an incident.

"Yes, otherwise she would never be able to get married," Mo Ziyuan said confidently.

"Wouldn't the Fu family do everything in their power to protect Fu Qing's position as heir?"

Mo Ziyuan shook his head. “You’re wrong. The Fu family would love for him to lose his title as heir! Fu Qing was already marrying into the Zhaoyang Marquis’s household, which was a high-status marriage. If he’s still the heir, how will she live? For the sake of the girl’s future, the Fu family will spare no effort to get rid of his title as heir.”

"Then... will the legitimate son of the first wife take over?"

"That's for sure, Marquis Zhaoyang only has two sons."

"Your high-class families are too complicated. I think it's more comfortable in the village," Lin Xin muttered softly.

"No way! I promise you, there will be absolutely no such shady people in our family from now on. It will just be the two of us. You can't leave me and go back to the village, you know?" Mo Ziyuan became anxious as soon as he heard this, and with a serious expression, he grabbed her sleeve and urged her to quickly get rid of the idea she had just had.

"I was just saying, let go of me, we're outside!" Lin Xin looked around and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that no one had noticed them.

"Don't say things like that again. I can't take being scared like that," Mo Ziyuan said, feeling wronged.

"I understand," Lin Xin said, her ears turning red.

Mo Ziyuan was finally satisfied. He took her to the Zhaoyang Marquis's residence, where they happened to meet the Zhaoyang Marquis who was about to leave. After greeting him, she explained the whole story to him. The Zhaoyang Marquis's face immediately turned dark. He hurriedly thanked her and got into his carriage, which sped off towards the Shixiang Pavilion.

"Uncle, Doctor!" Mo Ziyuan shouted at the departing carriage. The speeding carriage came to a sudden stop, and the driver rushed into the mansion, quickly pulling out a middle-aged man carrying a medicine box. After putting him into the carriage, he cracked the whip and drove away again.

"Let's go and see what's going on."

"Shouldn't we inform the Fu family?" Lin Xin asked.

“We don’t need to go ourselves to do such a small thing,” Mo Ziyuan said, pulling her to the street and finding a little beggar. He gave him a string of cash to deliver a message to the Fu family.

Lin Xin gave Mo Ziyuan a thumbs up, saying, "This is truly making the best use of everyone's talents!"

The two returned to Shixiang Pavilion and saw Fu Jing rushing over. They exchanged a glance but did not go in. Instead, they stood among the onlookers.

Before long, with the help of the waiter, the heir of the Marquis of Zhaoyang was lifted into his own carriage, followed by the middle-aged man carrying the medicine box. The coachman must have been instructed to drive the carriage away on his own without waiting for the Marquis of Zhaoyang.

"Do you still want to watch?" Mo Ziyuan asked.

Lin Xin shook her head. "There's nothing to see here. I want to go back."

“Okay, then I’ll go back with you to rest…” Before Mo Ziyuan could finish speaking, he heard an annoying voice full of surprise coming from behind him.

"Big brother! It really is you! I thought I was seeing things," Mo Zichen said, slightly out of breath, as he walked up to Mo Ziyuan. He gave a perfunctory bow and then looked intently at Lin Xin. "May I ask who this young lady is...?"

His gaze was so aggressive that Lin Xin felt very uncomfortable under his gaze and couldn't help but frown.

Mo Ziyuan was furious. He stepped to the side, blocking Lin Xin's path, and asked coldly, "Why are you here?"

"I came here to eat with a friend." Mo Zichen pouted in annoyance, moved to a spot where he could see Lin Xin, and asked again, "Brother, who is this young lady? I don't think I've ever seen her before."

"Who she is is none of your business. Mind your own business." Mo Ziyuan knew Lin Xin's appearance well, and he could tell what Mo Zichen was up to just by looking at him.

"Brother, you're wrong about that. As the saying goes, 'A fair maiden is sought after by a gentleman.' Are you stopping me because you lack confidence in yourself?" Mo Zichen opened his folding fan with a "whoosh" and fanned himself twice, striking a pose like a refined gentleman, while glancing sideways at Lin Xin.

"If you look at me with that disgusting gaze again, I'll gouge your eyes out!" Lin Xin's gaze turned cold, and her voice sounded like it was filled with ice shards.

"Heh, she's quite the little firecracker, I like her!" Mo Zichen smiled wickedly, ignoring Mo Ziyuan's anger, and walked around him to Lin Xin. "Little girl, let me give you some advice, there's no future in following him. If what you want is the status of the Crown Prince's wife, it's better to follow me."

His words were practically a blatant declaration that he intended to replace Mo Ziyuan as the heir apparent to the Duke of Dingguo.

"Enough with the nonsense!" As the four words landed, Mo Zichen felt a chill on his neck. Looking down, he saw a long sword, gleaming with cold light, resting squarely against his neck. He could feel the icy blade slowly cutting into his flesh.

"This...this young lady, let's...let's talk this out..." Mo Zichen was immediately frightened and stammered, then looked at Mo Ziyuan for help, "Big...Big brother, please...please say something!"