While in Kuizhou, Lin Zhi tried his best to protect Lin Moyun from death and raided An Ye Pavilion. All evidence of the interactions between An Ye Pavilion and Lin Moyun disappeared. Lin Chu had long suspected that he was planning something.
It turns out it was for the purpose of leaving the clan and expelling him!
As long as Lin Moyun lives, she can nail Sanfang to the pillar of shame. Only by cutting out her tongue can she become Sanfang's abandoned son. No one will invest too much energy in her affairs and catch her.
She is effortless.
Everyone can see the cold-bloodedness and greed of Sanfang and his family at the ancestral hall today. Removing Lin Moyun will not only fail to restore their losses, but will further strengthen their reputation as a cold person.
The empress in the palace is afraid that... she won't get better.
Lin Zhi plotted against Sanfang, but his ultimate goal was for Lin Shoufu!
Lin Shoufu values love, but is restrained by loyalty and filial piety. He knows that Mrs. Song and Laosan Lin are unkind, but he still refuses to give up the shackles of his native family. Unless he is forced into a desperate situation, he will never make a move to leave the clan and be expelled.
move.
Lin Zhi controlled everyone's thoughts with one hand and turned them into indispensable pieces on his chessboard. He only sat back and watched from afar, and only added fuel to the flames at critical moments.
This man... is terrible!
"What does this have to do with you?" Lin Zhi looked at the slender and tall young man beside him with great interest.
"No." Lin Chu shook his head decisively: "But, I like to solve my own affairs by myself. Understand?"
Lin Zhi's steps stagnated slightly, silently watching Lin Chu, and walked away briskly from his side.
"Suwen." The gentle breeze carried her cold voice and said, "You are mine now. If you always join forces with others to do things that keep me in the dark, I will be angry."
Lin Chu's voice was playful and brisk, and was blown away by the wind. When Su Wen stared, she had already mounted the horse and was far away.
Everything just seemed like a careless joke, but Su Wen knew better than anyone. After all, he had done... something that made her unhappy.
"Master Liu is a bit too much." Lu An groped his jaw and whispered: "Aren't we all doing this for her? Why are we angry?"
"What do you know?" Su Wen frowned: "Some people are not born to be flowers in a greenhouse. Only by facing the frost and snow and overcoming thorns can they bloom more enchantingly."
In the next few days, Lin Shoufu applied for leave from the court and refused to be visited by anyone, concentrating on the matter of opening the sect.
In less than two days, the new genealogy was sent to the government for records, and a quiet courtyard was packed up to serve as an ancestral hall, where the new genealogy was solemnly enshrined.
Early that morning, Lin Shoufu called Lin Zhi and Lin Chu to go to the ancestral hall to offer incense. From then on, the foundation was officially established.
"You two should take a look at the genealogy. You should have an idea of the origins of our branch."
Su Wen took the family tree, opened it, and displayed it on the table. Lin Zhi glanced at it and then turned away: "I have no objection."
Lin Chuze's heart trembled when he saw it, and there was a complicated and obscure light in his eyes.
"Death...wife?"
"Um."
Lin Shoufu stood beside the table, lowered his eyes and glanced at the word "Dead Wife" on the family tree. There was a soft emotion in his eyes that could not be concealed, and even the corners of his mouth could not be suppressed.
"Nan Qing is my real wife, Lin Guanru, and this matter has been recorded in the household register by the government. From now on, no one can ever say that you are an outlaw of unknown origin!"
Lin Chu's breath was slightly chaotic, and his heart was complicated and difficult to distinguish at that moment. Somewhat happy, some astringent: "Why wait until today?"
