It's ridiculous. He had no intention of making this marriage for his eldest son at the beginning, but he just wanted to raise his eldest son's identity. Who knows that human calculations are not as good as God's calculations.

So what if the daughter has a son? Let the Duke’s Mansion be born in a legitimate manner, so that she can be above her superiors.

Mu Ji thought about it, when a family like him who had a low foundation could marry the eldest daughter of the Xiang family for his son, it was because of the appearance of the ancestral tomb. Unfortunately, the eldest son was not good at it.

Mu Ji had no intention of being dissatisfied. Everyone has their own destiny. It is a fact that the eldest son cannot stand up, and it is incompetent to not walk on the road even if he is supported.

A person who has no talent, incompetence and does not know how to be a human being can see his head at a glance, so he is gone, and it will be a matter of time before the Mu family falls.

"master……"

"I know." Mu Duan has a few good days left. When he dies, he is also a person who sells his ancestral property. When he lives to his age, how can he have someone to inherit his legacy?

Sometimes Mu Ji had to think that everyone could think of the founding meritorious service of the country. The family had a profound foundation for a century, and they would not be able to be born in this life. There was still a next generation. As long as the hereditary title was here, they could wait for the rising stars. The Mo family would also wait for Mo Yunyi's generation.

Mu Ji's outer shirt on the boat had already replied as before. Unfortunately, the emperor took the lead.

"Let's go." He has reached his current position in his life, and he has no regrets. What does it matter if his wife and children are happy or not? Why don't you think about it? What can the emperor convince the Nine Prince's Mansion? What can he get from it?

...

In the old teahouse on the hills and halfway up.

Xinci's affairs had changed. The Empress Dowager personally testified for Xinci. It was said that there was absolutely no possibility of turning the tables. Xiang Cheng sat alone on the open-air platform on the second floor of the old teahouse, drinking bitter tea cup by cup, and the flowers and colors of the mountains could not wash away his worries.

Xiang Cheng always felt that it might not be "false". If the "rumor" comes true one day, what can he do?

Ke'er sorted out his dress, placed the tea on the tray neatly, pinched a flower that was blooming next to the teapot, twisted his waist and walked up: "Master Wu, your tea."

Xiang Cheng looked at the wilderness mountain not far away thoughtfully, frowned.

Seeing this, Keier pulled down his collar, held his forehead with his hand, and said in a gentle tone: "Oh, the sun is so sunny, I'll almost let people dry..." As he said that, he was about to lean on Master Xiang Wu.

Chunniang couldn't get up, so she pulled the slap over and pushed the person downstairs: "What are you doing? You don't want to do it anymore."

I was upset and swept away my mother's hand. They were not serious people at first, they were all sold. Now they pretended to be businessmen. Besides, this is a big fish. My mother is old and has a weak look, so she can't catch her!

Chunniang took the person away with a grudge.

The old man who was unwilling to see the charming old man, snorted coldly, twisted his waist.

Xiang Cheng turned his head: "What's wrong?"

Chunniang hurriedly stepped forward and poured tea for him again. He made the whole old teahouse extraordinary: "It's okay, it's okay, the child is ignorant, and has disturbed the fifth young master's drinking tea."

The fifth young master, who has been a long-standing title for Xiang Cheng, couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Chunniang saw that he had something to do. The fifth young master came here often recently, sitting alone from morning to noon, and was alone.

Xiang Cheng looked at the teacup in his hand, as if he saw his daughter's eyes igniting flames from childhood.

Xiang Cheng put down the teacup: "Do you think Fennie would want Xiaoqi to become if she was alive?" Will he blame him for not teaching the child well?

Chunniang was cautiously Hou beside her, and her coarse cloth clothes made her very restrained. Her thin hands were folded down and she was dissatisfied: "Miss Seven is very good, for... to my sister... Miss Seven is good." Being able to live and having a noble identity is something they dare not even think about, let alone: ​​"Miss Seven is very good."

Xiang Cheng rarely smiled at the corner of his mouth when he heard this. His daughter was soft-hearted and did not reject Fenniang's former friend like anyone else, so she looked down on her biological mother.

Xiang Cheng seemed to be trapped in memories, his expression becoming more and more gentle. A person like Fenniang is not comparable to that of an ordinary woman.

Chunyu's thin hands were tightly clasped on the back of his hand. The fifth young master's style was not at all weak. Back then, he was still like the clouds and moon in the sky, and he was beyond the reach of the world. He only missed one person. In this life, his sister could have the fifth young master's sincere treatment, and there was no regret.

Xiang Cheng suddenly got up as if he wanted to openly think about it. Since that's the case, how could he stick to etiquette and ignore it?

Xiang Cheng put down a ingot of silver: "I won't disturb you from doing business." He stood up and walked out.

Seeing this, Chunniang grabbed the silver and hurriedly chased after her. There were too many.

Xiang Cheng waved his hand and just a few ingots of silver.

Chunniang stopped on the spot and held the money in her hand tightly: He had something to do, was there something wrong with official business?

Ke'er waited for someone to leave, and leaned on the stairs with a handkerchief disdainfully, looking at Chunniang who was looking at like a little girl, and said disdainfully: "Don't look at you, I didn't like you when I was as beautiful as a flower, let alone the old man, so I didn't look in the mirror to see what I look like now."

"Xiao Ke! What are you talking nonsense?"

Ke'er turned around and walked downstairs: "It's better if I'm talking nonsense. Just a ingot of silver will make the Duke's Mansion missing. Every time I chase you, you will be bored. Or do you think you have such a good life. If you really have that intention, you might as well send me to his mansion. At least I'm still in my prime."

"What are you? Let's talk nonsense, I tear your mouth apart."

"Hmph!" What's so great about it? They are all bed bugs. Who doesn't know who they are. They are still daydreaming at the age of time. No wonder the fifth young master looked down on her back then, but did Fen Niang really have the charming appearance? She made such a celestial master obsessed with it.

...

Xiang Xinci was almost so angry that her father was watching her temper. She sat in the door until now without saying a word: "Dad, just say what you have to say, what are you looking at me?"

"Am I showing you a look?"

"Is it because of my kindness? I know I shouldn't be arrogant to my grandmother, and you can't punish me to sit with you. In this way, I guarantee that my grandmother is old and can't make her angry in the future."

Xiang Cheng didn't expect his daughter to say this, and his expression softened unconsciously: "You are very pleased to have this kind of heart."

Xiang Xinci rolled her eyes and refused to say anything: "When did I lose my heart? She always picks on me and looks down on me. I have always treated her well."

Xiang Cheng rubbed his eyebrows when he heard this, but he was still content and did not think there was anything wrong with his low requirements. But this time he came mainly because of the old lady.

Xiang Cheng took a deep breath in his heart, and wanted to pick up the cup and put it down: "Xinci..."

"Um."
Chapter completed!