novelraw Chapter 260 Didn't Benefit from It
Chapter 260 Didn't Benefit from It
Fu Yi’s obedience brought Fu Yanghong great comfort. A son who was capable, respectful, and efficient in carrying out his will—what could be more satisfying than that?
“By the way,” Fu Yanghong said, “now that Ning Yan is dead, the emperor’s mission for him in the southwest will likely come to nothing. As for the Bai family... sigh. Though I’m not fond of the idea, the law is the law. Bai Jinghuai probably won’t escape punishment. But his children shouldn’t have to suffer for his crimes. If you’re willing, why not take that Bai girl as your wife? At a time like this, saving one is better than losing all.”
Fu Yi lifted his head slightly. Fu Yanghong’s tone was almost benevolent. “Back then, your mother tried to manipulate her marriage prospects, and the Bai family cut ties with our house because of it. But now, given their circumstances, I’ve no desire to hold a grudge. If they’re willing, I can still protect the Bai family’s daughter. I imagine Bai Jinghuai won’t be foolish enough to refuse.”
“Father, if you know the Bai family is about to be punished, why would you still have me marry their daughter?”
This was something Fu Yi had never understood. If all of this had been orchestrated by his father, why not steer clear of the Bai family entirely? Why instead choose to become in-laws?
Fu Yanghong cast him a sidelong glance. “You still don’t see the full picture. The emperor hasn’t been on the throne long—his foundation is unstable. Naturally, he’ll want to show mercy to win hearts. Even if the Bai family is convicted, he won’t wipe them out completely. Bai Jinghuai may have been mediocre in recent years, but the Bai family’s private troops are among the best. If the girl is the only one left, then all of that—naturally—will belong to her.”
His voice was as warm and casual as a spring breeze, but every word chilled Fu Yi to the bone.
So this was it.
In his past life, when Qingqing died and his father flew into a rage, it hadn’t been for her sake at all. He hadn’t been outraged on her behalf—he’d simply been furious at the loss of the Bai family’s elite troops.
So this was why his father had always wanted him to marry Bai Qingqing.
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Fu Yi heard his own voice, calm as still water. “I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you, Father. Mother didn’t just meddle with the Bai family’s marriage plans—she once used a sleeping incense on me, trying to steal Bai Qingqing’s chastity. I imagine the Bai family would rather be condemned as a whole than marry into the Fu household.”
“What? Outrageous! That foolish woman!”
Fu Yanghong flew into a rage. He had heard from Bai Qingqing before that the princess consort had schemed against her more than once, but he had never imagined it was something like this.
“She’s utterly absurd! I’m going to confront her right now!”
Fuming, Fu Yanghong stormed out of the study. Fu Yi moved mechanically to close the door behind him, then returned to his desk and sat down again, expressionless, hollow, like a husk.
In his previous life, he had lived like a joke.
No one had truly considered him. No one had ever really cared. The one person who had loved him with her whole heart had been wronged and died in bitter injustice—because of him.
“Heh... heh heh...”
A strange, chilling laughter echoed in the study. Fu Yi raised his head, eyes burning with madness.
Very well. In this life, he would repay it all—one by one.
…
At Yuancheng’s Suiyun Pavilion, merchant caravans often departed on long journeys. But the Suiyun caravans were no ordinary groups; they were protected by highly skilled guards, and no one dared to mess with them. Countless businesses schemed day and night to squeeze their own teams into Suiyun’s convoys.
The steward of Suiyun Pavilion approached the caravan leader with great formality. “This is a distant relative of mine, traveling south to Yaodu. I’m trusting you to take good care of them.”
The leader, Han Shan, thumped his chest with boisterous confidence. “Don’t you worry! Leave it to Old Han—I’ll make sure not a hair on their heads goes missing.”
After meeting Ning Yan and Bai Qingqing, Han Shan tugged the steward aside and whispered, “That’s some distant relative you’ve got there. How come you haven’t gotten a bit of luck off them? Just look at the way they carry themselves.”