So, it was better to retreat to advance. In the future, Fu Shen would take over the North Yan military, but the Ying Guo Gong Fu, or the Fu family, could no longer be tied to the North Yan military.
After weighing the pros and cons, the current situation emerged: the North Yan military commander and Jing Ning Hou Fu Shen established a separate residence, almost not associating with the Guo Gong Fu; the Fu family’s third master Fu Ting Yi inherited the Guo Gong title, becoming a leisurely noble, and Lady Qin lived in the Guo Gong Fu with her children, waiting for Fu Ya to come of age to request his title as heir.
Both mother and son had no good feelings towards Fu Shen. Lady Qin was uneasy and couldn’t bear his excellence, afraid he would bite back; Fu Ya probably felt that Fu Shen should have knelt and presented the heir’s position to him.
In the main room, Lady Qin sternly reprimanded, “Your mouth, you can talk like this at home, but outside, you must absolutely not spread rumors.”
“Mother—” Fu Ya threw a fruit into his mouth, dragging out his voice in dissatisfaction, “He has already separated from the Fu family.”
“You don’t understand. These words should not be spoken carelessly,” Lady Qin lightly slapped his leg, “His parents’ memorial tablets are still here. Just because he has a separate residence doesn’t mean he’s not part of the Fu family. He is still your elder brother.”
Young and already in a high position, though his temperament has somewhat softened in recent years, he was once a ruthless tyrant. Be careful and don’t offend him.”
Fu Ya snorted dismissively.
Lady Qin continued, “In a few years, the family will request a title for you. Your third uncle favors Fu Shen and wishes for you to make a mistake. At this time, you absolutely must not make any errors. Do you understand?”
She lowered her voice, “My son, just endure for now. Eventually, this Guo Gong title and family business will all be yours. No one can compete with you, not even Fu Shen… he can only stand aside and watch.”
Lady Qin’s voice was almost a whisper. Fu Ya’s heart stirred, and he raised his head, “Mother…”
