Princess Xiangrui in Huanzhu

Fulun was very impatient with Fu Jin's nagging and felt that she was tall in hair but short in knowledge.

Seeing that Fulun's face was becoming increasingly gloomy, Fu Jin's voice gradually weakened.

"I feel sorry for Erkang too. Look how hardworking he was before. He was young and promising, but now he has become like this..."

"Alright, alright, I know the master is protecting Ziwei, so I don't need to say anything more." Fu Jin muttered and stopped talking.

Fu Lun glared at Fu Jin. The Fu family could not withstand any disturbance now. What would happen if the emperor got to the ears?

If you have a problem with Ziwei, doesn't that mean you have a problem with him too?

It is better to have less trouble than more. Why didn't Fu Jin know that? She only knew to show off her power to Ziwei and establish her prestige.

Fulan was exhausted and began to doubt his choice.

It seemed that his eldest son was on the verge of becoming a useless person. He had spent so much effort to raise his son, but now he was frustrated just because he stood on the wrong side.

Fulun was more knowledgeable than Fujin and realized that white flour was not a good thing.

But Fu Jin was soft-hearted, and when Erkang begged her for mercy, she couldn't help but compromise, and Fu Lun had to acquiesce as well.

Ziwei has always refused white flour, but she couldn't resist Fu Jin secretly giving it to her.

Now Fulun felt a little regretful that he had been too indulgent to Fu Jin over the years.

Fulun's career has been unsuccessful in recent years, and coupled with the increasing number of trivial matters in the mansion, he is no longer the same as before. Although he is only in his early forties, he looks like a man in his sixties or seventies.

Now, he is not valued in front of Qianlong, and it seems that all the misfortunes are befalling the Fu family one after another.

Fulun was really worried.

He paced in the yard, thinking about what to do in the future. If the trend continued like this, the Fu family would end sooner or later, which he could not tolerate.

As he walked, he met Ziwei.

Ziwei saw Fulun coming forward and greeting him politely.

"Amma."

"Ziwei, hey, I know everything that happened this morning. Don't blame her. She just feels sorry for Erkang and doesn't mean to blame you."

The girl that Fulun was referring to was Fu Jin, and I knew it was her just by hearing her name.

This was a submissive nod. He had always been a submissive person. As long as others treated her nicer, he would forget the previous unpleasantness.

Fulun is a smart man who is good at judging the situation and is very kind to Ziwei.

No matter what unpleasant things happened with Qianlong, and no matter whether Ziwei is a bondservant now, as long as she still has Qianlong's blood in her body, she has a chance to make a comeback.

"Thank you for your concern, Father. Ziwei dare not complain. Ziwei knows that Mother is too worried about Erkang, so she speaks without thinking. Ziwei does not blame anyone."

Ziwei's considerate words made Fulun breathe a sigh of relief and then burst into laughter.

"I knew you were the most sensible and considerate one." Fulun praised Ziwei without hesitation.

Ziwei was so reserved that she pursed her lips and smiled, then she apologized and left first.

When I returned to the room, Erkang happened to have just woken up.

At that time, Erkang's whole body ached as if he had been hit hard with a stick. He felt that his body was extremely heavy, and every movement required great effort. His head seemed to be filled with paste, and his thinking became slow and confused. He was not fully awake for a while.

Erkang slowly opened his eyes and looked at the rooftop with empty eyes. He tried to concentrate, but his vision was still blurry, and everything in front of him seemed to be shaking, even shaking violently.

He blinked, trying to see more clearly, but the dizziness was still so strong that he couldn't regain consciousness immediately.

It took a long time before I finally woke up a little.

"Erkang, how are you? How do you feel?" Seeing this, Ziwei hurried forward and helped Erkang up, with worry clearly visible on her face.

"Ahem... Ziwei, what's wrong with me?"

Erkang's memory only lasted until he couldn't wait to put the white flour into his mouth, and then there was a sudden attack. He didn't even see who the attacker was before he fell into a coma.

When he regained consciousness and remembered Erkang's general appearance, his face suddenly darkened.

Who is he? What deep hatred does he have against him? Why would he dare to do such a cruel thing in such a broad daylight?

Ziwei reached out her hand distressedly and gently stroked Erkang's cheek. Her eyes were full of concern and worry. She felt that Erkang's face was much paler than before, and his originally healthy complexion now looked a little dull. Not only that, Erkang's body was also obviously much thinner, and his clothes no longer fit him, but looked loose and empty. This made Ziwei's heart tighten, and a trace of worry flashed in her eyes.

"I think you haven't eaten Erkang's white flour recently, right?"

Ziwei asked tentatively, and the inquiry in her eyes made Erkang's heart tighten.

"No, didn't you tell me not to eat it? I listen to you the most. How could I eat it secretly? Don't worry, I won't." Erkang suppressed the guilt that flashed in his eyes and said with a smile.

Ziwei didn't know whether she believed what he said, but she seemed relieved.

"You have to listen to me. That white flour is really not a good thing. If you eat it again, it will really endanger your life. Believe me." Ziwei couldn't help but give her another warning.

In fact, Ziwei has said this no less than a hundred times, but Erkang just perfunctorily responded every time.

In his opinion, what harm is there in this white flour? It can suppress his pain when he is sick, which is even more magical than a panacea.

After eating the white flour, he felt like he had become an immortal. He ignored Ziwei's advice.

Erkang didn't dare to look Ziwei in the eye, fearing that Ziwei would discover the guilt in his eyes, so he hugged Ziwei in his arms and gently stroked her back.

"Ziwei, you know that I love you the most, so don't doubt me. I will always listen to you."

Erkang can now confess his feelings without blushing or beating his heart.

It was a confession from the heart at first, but now it seems more like a routine perfunctory response. However, Ziwei never noticed the change in the attitudes of the two and was only immersed in Erkang's sweet words.

Seeing Ziwei's expression ease, Erkang knew that Ziwei had been fooled by him again. But the matter was never resolved. He knew that if Ziwei found out, it would be a very troublesome matter.

It seems that he has to think of a foolproof plan. First of all, he must not stop eating flour. It can be said that flour is his life now.