There was no one more terrifying than Ning Yuxuan. He clearly only had the title of marquis, but he had control of the Six Ministries. He looked like a weak scholar, but his martial art skills were better than the average warrior. If you asked him if there was anything he didn’t know about the imperial court, he could even tell you what day and which estate someone went up.

  Nie Qingyun wished that he could doubt that Ning Yuxuan and think that he was only trying to trick him, but there was no benefit to Ning Yuxuan if he divorced Errong. On the contrary, once Nie Clan became the dominant power, it would actually be a lossl to Marquis Moyu if the connection between him and Errong was gone.

  He wanted more time to consider. After all, there was peace and prosperity right now without any news of change.

  And so, during the next few days, he didn’t go home. Ning Yuxuan reserved this room for him. In the passing, he pointed out a dancer named Geshan.

  Geshan looked very similar to Sangyu. There was a light mark between her eyebrows, her lips were red, and her waist was soft. However, she didn’t enter Nie Qingyun’s eyes.

  He was worried about Errong. He didn’t know what she was doing while he had been away from home. When he went home three days ago, he left right after getting a change of clothes. He hadn’t been able to resist looking at her from his peripheral vision. Seeing that her face had become wan and sallow, he felt slightly distressed.

  Still, it was better for him to leave. If he did get news of a change, he could use the excuse that his feelings for her had faded to divorce her.

  Faded, his ass! He liked Errong. Every day, he liked her a little bit more. He wanted nothing more than to hug her and not leave her side.

  However, what if Yuxuan had told him the truth?

  —


  Chen-

  stopped him as he was leaving the estate. With an unsmiling face, she said, “Since Ning Errong is unable to keep you at home, why won’t you hurry up with taking a concubine? She’s been married to you for so long, and she still hasn’t gotten pregnant. You should be making other arrangements.”


  Nie Qingyun felt a bit cranky. He nodded and left.

  Take a concubine? This idea had never occurred to him. Errong was enough.

  —


  However, the news that Nie Xiangyuan was going to be removed from his position came out of the imperial court. The army had lost a battle because there was a problem with the weaponry. The emperor was furious, and someone naturally had to bear the brunt of the emperor’s anger.

  Before the news had spread, Ning Yuxuan gave him advance notice. And so, with a pale face, Nie Qingyun brought Geshan home with him.

  He saw the surprised look in everyone’s eyes and even saw an incredulity in his most beloved sister’s eyes.

  In actuality, they were overthinking things. Errong was the only woman he romantically loved. He wasn’t a beast that would have such ideas about his own sister.

  He didn’t know why Ning Yuxuan would find a dancer that looked like his younger sister. What a twisted person.

  —


  After he took Geshan as his concubine, Errong hid in her room. He stood outside her room scratching at the wall. He wanted to explain himself, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t even go inside and offer her a word of comfort.

  Ning Yuxuan better not have lied to him. Otherwise, it didn’t matter if he was a marquis, he was going to punch him in the face.

  —


  Nie Xiangyuan was removed from his position. This happened within two days of him bringing Geshan back. Ning Yuxuan hadn’t lied to him. After the pillar of Nie Clan was lost, it’s formerly stable position slowly crumbled.

  “What will happen next?” He asked Marquis Moyu with a pale face.

  “Save yourself. If you can’t abandon your family, then just wait for death with them.” It was as if Ning Yuxuan was playing a complicated chess game. There were so many pieces on the board that it was impossible to determine the battlefield situation.

  Nie Qingyun couldn’t figure it out. This person had the talent of predicting the future, and he was straightforwardly telling him without reservation.

  Still, even if Ning Yuxuan told him this, there was no way he could change anything. He couldn’t give up on his family. No matter what, he wanted to hold up his family and keep it from falling.

  —


  When he divorced Errong, everyone thought he was calm and heartless. Only he knew that he had bitten down on the handkerchief as he cried while writing out the divorce letter.

  That was too embarrassing. He wouldn’t tell anyone about that.

  Nie Clan’s situation was too unstable. He would rather divorce her now than drag her down with him in the future. Nie Qingyun looked up at the blue sky and though he was truly a good man that had made a sacrifice for love.

  However, when he looked at the empty room at the top of the building, he couldn’t resist turning around to cry and snivel.

  —


  When he was sending his father off, Errong also came, but she remained sitting inside her carriage. Chen-

  had cursed her by saying Errong was a wife that would only be with him in fortune and wouldn’t stay with him during difficult times.

  Nie Qingyun lowered his eyes. Actually, he was the most selfish one. He hadn’t even given Errong a reason for divorcing her. Who knows how awful Errong must be feeling? Even if she found out the truth, she probably wouldn’t forgive him.

  However, after she left, he didn’t have any lingering apprehensions about his choice. He did his best to save Nie Clan. Once the emperor died, he naturally had to help the third prince in his competition with the first prince for the throne.

  Even though Ning Yuxuan had already warned him that the second prince’s hidden power and influence couldn’t be underestimated, it didn’t matter. There was only one path that he could take, helping the third prince.

  —


  When Zhao Jue ascended the throne, Nie Qingyun exhaled a long sigh of relief. He could probably bring Errong back now?

  But, Ning Yuxuan shook his head. “It’s better if you don’t think about Errong. Nie Clan’s calamity is approaching.”


  If Ning Yuxuan set up a stand as a fortune teller, his business would definitely be very good. Nie Qingyun looked at Marquis Moyu. He wished that he could choke him to death.

  Sure enough, his prediction came true. The second prince’s army surrounded the capital. Since the third prince hadn’t guarded against this enemy at all, it was only a matter of time before he would lose. However, Ning Yuxuan accurately appraised the situation and took this opportunity to open the capital’s gate for the second prince.