It would be best if it erupts during the title conferral, and I want to see who in the Fu family can still bear the title of ‘Ying Guo Marquis’. Since Qin liked harming others and cutting off their lineage, let her precious son taste the flavor first. As for Fu Concubine, Yan Xiaohan originally planned to deal with her along with Fu Ya. However, news came from the Eastern Palace that Fu Ting had attempted to use witchcraft to harm the prince’s wife, but was exposed by a trusted maidservant. The prince’s wife, considering her Fu family background, spared her life but stripped her of her position and demoted her to menial labor. The prince was muddle-headed, but the prince’s wife, Qin Shi, was quite clever.
Yu Qiaoting said: “With a knife at my throat, what words can’t be spoken? I never realized you were so stubborn. Are you resigned to fate or do you have a plan?” Fu Shen was hit by his words and laughed: “What do you think?”
Yu Qiaoting: “The Crown Prince lacks virtue, the Jin Prince has no talent, the others are mediocre, only—”
“The Qi Prince,” Fu Shen interrupted him, saying, “In public, the Qi Prince has a reputation for wisdom. In private, my sister is his principal wife. So do you think he is suitable to inherit the throne and become a good emperor?”
Yu Qiaoting nodded. Fu Shen: “Qing Heng, wake up. If the Qi Prince ultimately ascends the throne, I will become a royal in-law.
How many royal in-laws have had a good ending throughout history?
“Don’t look at how he’s still courteous to me now. Once he sits on that throne, he might be completely different,” he said. “We are military commanders and still have many concerns. He will be the ruler of ten thousand, and his thoughts will be far more complex than ours. Even when the Emperor and my late father were said to be ‘mutually compatible’, he still harmed his own son without mercy.”
Yu Qiaoting became increasingly worried, his hair almost turning white: “According to you, the Qi Prince won’t work either. Who else is suitable within the legitimate line?” Suddenly remembering something, he shuddered: “Jing Yuan! You can’t be thinking of the King of Ying…”
Fu Shen frankly admitted: “I’ve thought about it.”
