Never divorce, never stop getting rich

Chapter 123 Establishing an Heir

Marquis Anshun died at such a young age. Not only did he die inexplicably, but his death was also so ugly. The Dali Temple's judgment speed was unprecedentedly fast.

The result was that Marquis Anshun and his staff had a disagreement and fought each other to death.

In the past fifty years, no noble in the capital has died in a more outrageous and hasty way than this.

However, even with such a laughable cause of death, the Empress accepted it, the Grand Princess accepted it, the royal family accepted it, and the Marquis' Mansion... seemed to have accepted it as well.

It's sad to say that after so many years of management, the old clan members who supported the Fu family's rule were willing to support and recommend Marquis Anshun, and they were eager to cry out for him to gain power and succeed to the throne.

But once he died, these old men who had almost carved the male supremacy on their heads suddenly calmed down. Not only did they avoid mentioning the cause of Anshun Hou's death,

Instead, he used this as an excuse to quarrel with the empress again, just to impeach those confidants around the empress who were in charge of the security of the capital. His purpose was nothing more than the distribution of interests and the real power in the court.

What is even more disheartening is that not long after the death of Marquis Anshun, his house was burned down and attracted thugs in the middle of the night. However, the government did not say anything afterwards and the matter just passed without any explanation.

It can be said that people have left and the tea has forgotten them. The family members of this marquis's mansion dare not even raise a word of objection.

"Thank you all for coming to pay your respects today..." Qian Qiansui pretended to be serious, holding a handkerchief soaked in tear gas, wearing a small white flower on his head and a mourning dress, and stood pitifully in front of the lobby to greet the guests who came to pay their respects.

The Ministry of Rites acted quickly and arrived just two days after the fire in the Marquis' Mansion. They followed the procedures for the highest level of the Marquis' Mansion and arranged the charred corpse, who was suspected to be Fu Zichan, to be laid out in the mourning hall after changing his clothes for the guests who came to pay their respects.

The first people who came were officials from the imperial court, and some were said to be colleagues of Fu Zichan. Then came some merchants who were said to have had cooperation with Fu Zichan.

These people did not come here on their own, because the list of deceased people was compiled by the Ministry of Rites, and they were basically ministers in the court or relatives of the royal family. Qian Qiansui did not have the time to announce the death to these people.

"Madam...my condolences..."

"Ma'am, don't be too sad."

"Everyone in our academy is waiting for Madam to come back. Madam, please take care of yourself."

Looking at these troublemakers, Qian Qiansui actually felt somewhat comforted. Although these children were originally forced into the academy, it seemed that the ending was good. At least there was genuine concern in their eyes, without any falsehood.

"Madam... can you go to the academy to see Chen Zhi later?" Ge Youguang had an allergy before, so he went back to recuperate for a while and came back recently.

Qian Qiansui still remembers Chen Zhi. Before the final of the competition, both Ge Youguang and Chen Zhi were unable to participate in the subsequent finals due to severe allergies. Chen Zhi was the student responsible for participating in the poetry and song competition.

"What's up with him?"

"He went home because of an allergy, but before he could recover, he secretly ran back to the academy. Now his family doesn't want to see him, and he doesn't leave the academy on weekdays.

He was completely silent and gloomy all the time. Even the girls in the women's dormitory didn't like to see him anymore... No, even the brothers who usually played with him couldn't be called to him anymore."

Ge Yuguang pursed his lips again and quickly said, "He was very cheerful before, but now he's like this, it's too abnormal."

Qian Qiansui suddenly thought of Miss Awu's previous guess that Ge Youguang and Chen Zhi would both be allergic to peanuts, but in this season, the academy would not prepare peanuts at all, and peanuts could only be hidden in external foods.

Not many people know that they are allergic to it, and it is not strangers who can let them eat it without any suspicion.

Presumably, after returning home, Chen Zhi learned the truth and was unable to accept it for a while.

"Okay, wait until I get back..."

The family portrait came hurriedly, not caring about anything else, and interrupted Qian Qiansui and said, "Madam, please go out and take a look. The royal family has come and said that the Marquis's family has no heir, and they want Madam to be the heir."

"What?" Qian Qiansui had a premonition, but he didn't expect the royal family to start a fight during the condolence ceremony. Are these people so impatient? Are they going to starve to death if they can't get the money from the Marquis' Mansion?

I walked quickly to the outer hall. There were more than ten old men sitting in the empty seats.

These people were wearing the court robes of the royal family, holding tea cups, and chatting slowly, as if there was no death in the marquis's mansion today, but a day worth celebrating.

Qian Qiansui waved her hand and asked the maids serving in the hall to leave. Seeing that the upper seat was occupied, she simply sat by the door and didn't even bother to bow.

The clan leader at the top was very dissatisfied when he saw this. He felt that Qian Qiansui was from a small family and did not know the rules. However, today was a big event, and there was no need to ruin their big event for such a small matter.

"Brother Chan's daughter-in-law is here? That's great! Let's choose someone."

The clan leader did not wait for Qian Qiansui to speak, and directly brought a group of people up. After introducing them one by one, he advised Qian Qiansui: "Brother Chan is gone, we are all very sad, but this mansion cannot be left without a master for a day.

The late emperor had invested in a lot of properties. If these properties were destroyed due to the decline of the Marquis's Mansion, it would probably be more trouble than it was gained.

Chan Ge'er has no children. According to the rules, if a member of the royal family has no heir, an heir must be appointed, otherwise the title will be withdrawn. Chan Ge's daughter-in-law probably doesn't want to see the marquis's mansion disappear like this.

If Brother Chan's wife still wants to stay in the Marquisate, then she should listen to us and quickly appoint an heir. That way, you'll have someone to rely on for the rest of your life."

"Who should we appoint as heir? Just appoint them?" Qian Qiansui stood up, pointed at the group of people, and said in disbelief.

"These are all good children in the clan. They have always been excellent in both character and learning. If they become your adopted sons, they will definitely be filial to you in the future."

The clan leader was dissatisfied with the obvious disdain in Qian Qiansui's words. After all, these children were the descendants of their clan, and they were legitimate royal relatives.

"Child? Chief, do you want to listen to what you are saying?" Qian Qiansui looked at him with a caring look for the mentally retarded.

"All of them look older than Fu Zichan. That one... look at that one, he has a full beard. You want him to call me mother?

Aren't you afraid of shortening my life? Looking at his face that shows excessive indulgence in sex, let alone being filial to me, I'm even afraid that he will ask me to serve him when he's old!

You are not finding me an adopted son, you are finding me a father!"

The bearded man was dissatisfied when he heard this and shouted at the top of his voice, "Why am I not a child? I... I'm not even thirty yet, I just look older!"

Qian Qiansui asked with a dull expression, "How old are you?"

"Twenty-eight...Okay, twenty-nine..." The bearded man looked at the murderous look in Qian Qiansui's eyes and swallowed his saliva.

But then he felt embarrassed and continued to mutter, "It would be better if he was older. He wouldn't have to teach me from a young age and I could have grandchildren right away. What a wonderful thing."