Never divorce, never stop getting rich

Chapter 121 Mother

The concubine wiped her tears, took out boxes one by one, and began to put the valuable things in the house into the boxes. Then she took out a stack of things from under her bed and put them into her purse.

As if sensing something, she turned around and saw a dark shadow standing in the corner of the room.

"Who?" The concubine staggered back two steps and leaned against the cabinet by the wall.

"You really didn't recognize me?" Fu Zichan was wearing a cloak and a mask on his face. He looked at his mother with a complicated expression.

"What are you going to do? Are you the one sent by that woman to kill me?" The concubine randomly grabbed a pair of scissors from the cabinet and shouted at Fu Zichan.

Fu Zichan had never seen such a mother before. In his impression, his mother had always been otherworldly, cold and aloof, with almost no emotional fluctuations. Even when facing him, she would only show a faint smile and tenderness.

It seems like nothing in this world catches her eye. She doesn't care what others think of her, nor does she care where she lives. She seems to always be happy with herself, which is why many men in this world admire her.

He originally thought that this time when he saw his mother, he would see the same mother as last time, a calm and wise mother who was indifferent to everything and would never compromise even when surrounded by the Qian girls, and would continue to live a comfortable life.

But he was wrong. After he sneaked into the courtyard, all he saw was an ordinary woman, a panicked woman who was afraid of losing everything.

He even wondered if he was hallucinating. Did the mother he once remembered really exist? Could there really be someone in this world who was so indifferent to fame and disgrace and treated money as dirt?

"I'm Fu Zichan, mother."

He slowly took off the mask, a hint of hope rising in his heart.

"No, it's impossible. My son doesn't look like this."

The concubine was ecstatic at first, then ran to Fu Zichan. When she saw his appearance, she stepped back vigilantly.

"I was harmed by the witchcraft of that bitch Qian. Not only did she change my appearance, she also turned me, a man, into a woman. I..."

After so long, Fu Zichan still has an extreme resistance to this body, especially on those few days of every month when this feeling of humiliation reaches its peak and he wishes he could tear Qian Qiansui into pieces.

"You are a woman..." The concubine covered her mouth and said in disbelief: "I mean...what kind of witchcraft can turn a man into a woman."

Fu Zichan did not miss his mother's disappointment at that moment. It seemed that she didn't even have time to carefully confirm whether he was her son, and she was already disappointed that he had become a woman.

"Would you like to come with me first?"

"I go with you? This... this won't do. I'm the imperial concubine after all. How can I just leave like that..." The imperial concubine began to look outside as she spoke. Nanny Mei had been out for a while, and no one knew when she would come back.

"Mother, I saw it..." Fu Zichan no longer intended to waste time explaining. No matter what happened in the Marquis' Mansion today, he could not leave his mother behind to serve as his weakness.

"what?"

The Toffee turned around.

Fu Zichan lowered his eyes and said, "When I was little, I saw my mother meeting the late emperor in the bamboo forest outside the confinement area..."

"Chan'er!" The concubine cried out in panic with a trembling voice.

Fu Zichan said nothing more, stepped forward, grabbed the concubine and walked out. The men in black outside were already prepared. They did not allow the concubine to struggle at all. They knocked her unconscious and took her away directly.

The moment he left the wall of the Marquis' Mansion, Fu Zichan looked back and saw thick smoke and flames in the main courtyard. It didn't matter if it burned down. When he came back next time, he would not use the place that woman had touched.

"What are you doing? Where are you taking me?" Sikong Taxing was originally wearing little. Because of the fire, he came out wearing only a single layer of clothes. Who knew that this woman was so cruel that she didn't even give him an outer robe. In such freezing weather, she dragged him onto the roof, and he was almost frozen to death.

"Shh, don't talk." Sang Biao pushed hard, and Sikong Taxing's face almost hit the tiles.

There was a carriage not far outside the courtyard. In front of the carriage was a man in flashy clothes, looking at the black smoke emitted from the Marquis' Mansion with great interest. His determined and disgusting look was so strong that even if Sang Biao was a cat, he would want to kill him.

"Who is that person?" Sikong Taxing finally managed to get his head out from under Sang Biao's hand, and spoke almost in a whisper.

"King Hengzhou, he's the one who got these people here today. He wants to kidnap my wife...my wife."

Sang Biao said with great dissatisfaction that although her owner had no skills at all and was lazy and didn't want to work all day long, and stayed with the bloody male every day, it was a long-term meal ticket after all, and she had no intention of going back to being a stray cat.

"You are so brave!" Sikong Taxing looked at the King of Hengzhou with awe. He was a brave man. The people around the lady were all very fierce. The one who dared to kidnap the lady last time had the grass on his grave as tall as a person.

"You, go and steal that ugly guy out later. Let's let him know that people in this world are treacherous." Sang Biao subconsciously raised his hand and wanted to lick his fur.

"Hey, this is my first time stealing someone, let's see."

At this time, Fu Zichan left quietly, and King Hengzhou was unaware of it. He only felt that the fire in the main courtyard of the Marquis' Mansion was getting bigger and bigger, but he didn't see his men coming back. Gradually, King Hengzhou began to get impatient.

"Where are the people? Where did they go? Where are the people I want?"

"Your Highness, let's go back first. The fire will be too big soon and the people from the Five Cities Army will be here soon." The steward beside the King of Hengzhou felt that something was not right and began to think of retreating.

"What a bunch of trash! She's just a woman, how can it be that difficult? She's just not doing her best." King Hengzhou flicked his sleeves, turned around and got on the carriage.

The steward immediately came to the car window and said, "After all, the Marquis's Mansion isn't made of paper. I'm sure someone will be able to get it out in a while. It's better for us to go back and wait, rather than being outside in the cold wind."

"Go back, and teach them a lesson when they come back." The King of Hengzhou felt that he had been humiliated, and he also had some complaints against Fu Zichan in his heart. They were clearly cooperating, but Fu Zichan did not manage the Marquis' Mansion well.

The carriage quickly left the alley. It was still dark, but the sound of horse hooves from the military headquarters was getting closer and closer. Someone must have reported it.

In order to avoid being seen, the King of Hengzhou took his personal soldiers and took a shortcut to the palace, but as they walked, they found that it was foggy that day.

"It's bad. The road is not easy to travel in this weather." The driver sitting in the front said worriedly.

"If all else fails, let's find an inn to spend the night. We can't expect any accidents in weather like this." The steward was also afraid and instructed the coachman to find a decent inn nearby. After the carriage stopped, he turned around and asked, "Your Highness, why don't we stay in an inn tonight? The fog is getting thick."

The carriage was completely silent, with no response at all.

The steward thought this was strange and thought the prince had fallen asleep, so he jumped off the carriage, walked over to the carriage, knocked on the door and asked, "Prince? Is the prince asleep?"

It was still silent inside.

The steward then realized something was wrong. He pulled open the curtain, but found the carriage empty. They had no idea when the prince was missing.