Reborn to Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 340: Splitting Up the Family!

Nangong Li nodded slightly, "Those who achieve greatness don’t fuss over trifles; I just hope Princess Wei won’t do anything too outrageous."

Si Jun sneered coldly, if Bai Lu dared to do anything outlandish, he would see how he’d torment the other party!

...

Three days later, in front of General Mansion, many spectators had gathered.

Because, in front of General Mansion, two brothers of the Zhan Family were incredibly arguing!

Zhan Xincheng inexplicably lashed out at Zhan Beicang, accusing him of disregarding brotherly love and maltreating the second branch of Zhan Family!

Zhan Beicang was verbally bashed by Zhan Xincheng to the point of humiliation.

Zhan Beicang angrily grabbed Zhan Xincheng by the collar and exclaimed, "Are you out of your mind!" freewebnσvel.cѳm

Zhan Xincheng sneered coldly, "You know very well if you’ve mistreated us or not."

They say family scandals should not be publicized, and seeing more and more onlookers, Zhan Beicang pulled Zhan Xincheng towards the house.

Zhan Xincheng said coldly, "Zhan Beicang, you can’t even recognize your own biological daughter, and only after eighteen years did you realize Zhan Lan is your own flesh and blood, you are unworthy as a father!"

This statement struck a sharp pain into Zhan Beicang.

He clenched his fists, wishing he could punch Zhan Xincheng; ever since Zhan Xincheng lost his biological son Zhan Feng, his personality had changed drastically.

Now, he didn’t recognize this half-brother anymore!

Zhan Xincheng continued to curse fiercely, "Aren’t you just relying on being the legitimate son of the Zhan Family? Military power and military achievements are all in your hands, but, don’t forget who fought battle after battle alongside you!"

Zhan Xincheng thumped his chest resoundingly, "It was me! I, the concubine’s son Zhan Xincheng from the Zhan Family!"

After that, he sneered and said: "Divide the family! From now on, I, Zhan Xincheng, do not have a big brother like you!"

Zhan Beicang was stunned; he did not expect Zhan Xincheng to think so badly of him, to harbor such deep resentment towards him.

Zhan Xincheng left with a sweep of his sleeve, and Zhan Beicang ordered the doors shut, then went into the courtyard.

Zhan Beicang went to find Zhan Xinzhang.

After listening to the recent events, Zhan Xinzhang furrowed his brows and said, "Let him calm down. There’s no need to bother with him!"

Zhan Xinzhang was well aware that since the death of Zhan Feng, Zhan Xincheng’s psyche had begun to distort, feeling that he had not helped him rescue his son, not taking his side!

Zhan Xincheng also held resentment in his heart towards his father, let alone Zhan Beicang – his big brother who held military power and was unaffected by any of this!

"If he wants to move out, let him move out!" Zhan Xinzhang’s eyes turned colder.

His two sons, Zhan Beicang seemed rough but had a loyal heart, while Zhan Xincheng appeared congenial but was actually very calculating.

While they were talking, Housekeeper Zeng suddenly knocked on the door.

Zhan Xinzhang allowed him to enter; Housekeeper Zeng bowed and reported, "The second master took all his belongings and servants, and has moved out completely!"

"What?" Zhan Xinzhang angrily said, "What is he trying to do!"

Housekeeper Zeng continued, "It seems the second master had it planned all along; it’s said he’s sold the residence to someone else."

Zhan Xinzhang, so angered his chest heaved violently, slammed the desk resoundingly and coldly said, "Rebel, rebel!"

Zhan Beicang sighed deeply, never expecting that he and Zhan Xincheng would come to this point.

...

Zhan Xincheng sat in the carriage, followed by six other carriages, filled with valuable items from the house, maids, old servants, young male servants, and Protectors, all following behind the carriage.

Zhan Xincheng’s seperation from Zhan Beicang, such a large procession, immediately drew the attention and surrounding of the common folk.

"Did you see? General Zhan Beicang from General Mansion has fallen out with his half-brother Zhan Xincheng, it’s said that Zhan Xincheng is very dissatisfied with his older brother, he’s even sold the mansion!"

"Truly unexpected, they could turn against each other like this!"

"There’s definitely a grudge, just think, the Zhan Family handed over the evidence of Zhan Feng’s treason to His Majesty back then, how could he not harbor resentment!"

"Exactly, the pain of losing a son, it’s certainly a deep-seated vendetta!"

The commoners murmured among themselves, while Zhan Xincheng sat in his sedan with a solemn expression, but with a smile of determination to win.

Early this morning, Zhan Lan came to see him, bringing along an imperial appointment letter. He was about to become the Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, taking office in seven days!

Zhan Xincheng reflected on Zhan Lan’s position in Mu Yan’s heart. With just a whisper in Mu Yan’s ear beside his pillow, Mu Yan immediately found him a suitable position!

Considering Zhan Lan’s help on two occasions, he decided to let bygones be bygones concerning past favors and grievances. In the future, in the imperial court, he would still need to rely on this niece and her husband!

Zhan Xincheng laughed coldly and triumphantly, a smile that bespoke his satisfaction in turning the tables and his joy in the face of despair—feelings that no one else could understand!

His eyes narrowed slightly; he was confident that he would make a name for himself in the imperial court.

No longer would he have to live under Zhan Beicang’s thumb, nor would he have to endure his father’s disdain!

...

Zhan Lan watched the scene wearing a veiled hat, her smile deepening at the corners of her mouth, then she disappeared from the crowd.

After returning to the Regent Prince Mansion, she took out the land deeds and property titles of the second branch of Zhan Family and smiled coldly, then put them away.

Mu Yan saw her return and came over to embrace her from behind.

Zhan Lan turned her head and said, "You deployed Zhan Xincheng and have also driven a wedge between the Crown Prince and King Wei. My lord’s ability to handle affairs is indeed strong!"

Mu Yan’s voice was suggestively close to her ear, "Is it only my ability to handle affairs that’s strong?"

Zhan Lan’s cheeks flushed red, "What did you say? I’m deaf, I can’t hear you."

Mu Yan began to undo her sash from behind and said, "Can’t hear, huh? Then let action..."

Zhan Lan held onto his hand, shyly protesting, "It’s broad daylight, and you’re doing this..."

Mu Yan smirked and said, "Who decreed that the joys of the boudoir can only occur at night?"

Zhan Lan felt flushed and feverish from his teasing. She took a deep breath, then asked seriously, "Mu Yan, have you been neglecting your archery practice?"

Mu Yan looked at Zhan Lan with a wronged expression, "Your disciple will go practice archery right now."

Zhan Lan snorted with laughter, "Alright, wait until your injury is fully healed then we’ll talk!"

Mu Yan lifted his clothes and guided Zhan Lan’s hand to his waist, "It’s already healed. Didn’t the master check last night, or did you not see clearly?"

Remembering the events of the previous night, Zhan Lan’s cheeks burned, and she stammered, "Who... who was looking at you."

Mu Yan teased her on purpose, watching her cheeks grow redder and said, "Next time, madam can have a good look and don’t be so shy..."

Zhan Lan covered Mu Yan’s mouth and pushed him out the door, "Go practice your archery properly!"

Mu Yan then looked at Zhan Lan seriously, "How is your writing coming along? Let me take a look!"

Zhan Lan laughed awkwardly, begging off, "Never mind that, you should rest. We can practice archery some other day."

Mu Yan took her hand firmly and led her toward the study, "Let your husband check your calligraphy progress."

Zhan Lan was brought to the study, where Mu Yan prepared the ink for her. She picked up the brush and wrote the character ’blessing’ on the rice paper.

Mu Yan nodded, "Mmm, passable. Today I’ll teach you two more characters."

Zhan Lan stood up, and Mu Yan sat down, pulling her into his embrace and onto his lap.

From behind, Mu Yan guided her hand, stroke by stroke, writing the character ’Mu’.

Then, he wrote the character ’Yan’.

Zhan Lan turned her head to look at him, and Mu Yan’s lips curved upward, "First, write your husband’s name correctly, and make sure to never forget it..."