Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

It's Fu Qi's birthday again.

Every year on this day, the Fu family hangs bright red lanterns and red ribbons, openly announcing: there is joy in the family.

Fu Jing, along with Fang Yi, Fang Qing, and his father-in-law, returned to a place that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

Even though it was the place where he grew up, he still felt a sense of unease, as if a stranger were visiting.

"Miss Fang, Third Young Master."

The servants of the Fu family greeted him and Fang Yi one after another, their gazes clearly showing respect.

But suddenly, the fire of ignorance and karma rose in Fu Jing's heart.

He forced himself to go inside and told Fang Yi, who was talking to a colleague, that he would be leaving for a while.

Fang Yi smiled and gave him a few words of advice.

When Fu Jing left, he heard Fang Yi's colleagues laughing at her, saying she had no airs of a head of the household.

Fang Yi smiled back and nodded without caring at all.

Fu Jing felt a pang of pain in his heart.

Walking into a corner of the backyard, his siblings were all there, and Fu Lu was holding his daughter and comforting her.

Fu An spoke with a smile and in a very friendly manner.

Fu Zhuo was dressed in a dark blue military uniform, with her military cap on the table. She was half-lying on the couch, with one foot on the floor and the other leg stretched out on the couch.

He nodded in response to Fu An's questions from time to time.

Fu An's eyes were as bright as ever. Upon seeing Fu Jing, he exclaimed joyfully, "Third brother, you've come!"

"Come on, come sit down."

He waved enthusiastically, and Fu Jing gave a fake smile before sitting down next to Fu An.

He kept talking.

"My wife said that many generals will be here today." Fu An looked at the people present with curiosity.

Fu Lu was wiping the child's mouth with a handkerchief when she heard this. She looked up and explained with a polite smile.

"Today is not only Ah Qi's eighteenth birthday, but also the day of our alliance."

Foreign invasion of China has been going on for a year now.

They must unite and fight together.

Fu Lu handed the child to the nanny, saying, "Take her to my mother."

It's never appropriate for children to be talking when adults are speaking.

The old woman calmly picked up Cui Lin, who was still holding a piece of pastry in her hand. She ate the pastry and waved goodbye to her father.

As soon as the child left, Fu Lu's eyes reddened. He couldn't let go of Cui Yan's death; he would always remember her hatred.

"When Aqi is about to lead his army to recover lost territory and drive out the invaders."

"I am willing to donate all my money to her."

He wanted to avenge Cui Yan.

Fu An hurriedly comforted his sixth brother, while Fu Jing looked at the affectionate Fu Lu with a complicated expression.

She was just a dead woman!

But he wouldn't say it aloud; he gained a lot of experience from that.

Fu Jing picked up the wine beside him and poured one cup after another. Fu Zhuo, seeing his melancholy expression, simply turned his head away.

In her opinion, people like that should just go hungry for a few meals.

Unfortunately, Fang Yi couldn't bear to part with it.

Fang Yi and Fu Jing had a big fight, and at Fu Qi's birthday party, only Fu Jing got completely drunk.

When everyone's eyes were on her, Fang Yi just wanted to crawl into a hole.

After the banquet, Fang Yi left with her sister and father, without inviting Fu Jing.

Just as Fu Jing was about to break another teacup in the house, his mother, Song Wuhua, hurriedly came out to stop him.

"My God, why didn't you leave with Xiao Fang?"

She snatched the teacup from Fu Jing's hand; now the Marshal's Mansion had split up.

The teacup was bought by Song Wuhua, and she couldn't bear to waste it.

Fu Jing's face was full of anger: "She left, she went home, she didn't even call me."

"Women are indeed fickle."

Song Wuhua, however, did not stand by his side and joined him in cursing Fang Yi.

"Ah Jing, don't talk nonsense. Xiao Fang is a good child. She is filial and capable. Please be more understanding."

As they were talking, the confidant went out for a while and then came back to tell Song Wuhua the reason why Fu Jing had been abandoned.

Song Wuhua nodded in understanding.

She pressed her index finger against Fu Jing's forehead: "You're lucky to have such a capable wife."

Otherwise, he might be blamed by the Marshal's wife, and Fu Jing would not be allowed to appear at the Marshal's mansion again.

Fu Jing, being intelligent, understood the unspoken meaning in his mother's words.

He stood up and shouted towards the gate, "I am Commander Fu's biological son, his biological son!"

He was still the heir he had once recognized.

He is not someone who is dispensable.

Upon hearing this, Song Wuhua realized that the man was truly confused, so she had someone prepare a bowl of hangover soup for him to drink.

Fu Jing had just taken a sip when he immediately collapsed to the ground.

"This drug is really potent!" Song Wuhua asked her trusted confidant in surprise.

Confidant: "..."

It is big.

Song Wuhua sent someone to the Fang family and said many kind words. Fang Yi finally agreed to come and pick up Fu Jing the next day.

She will report back when the person returns.

"Oh, that's more like it. How can a couple not argue? Scolding is a sign of affection."

After finishing speaking, Song Wuhua stuffed another bowl of su lao (a type of sweet cheese) into her mouth; it tasted really sweet.

Just like her life after she was sold to the warlord's mansion.

The trusted aide quietly brought a plate of pine nut cake and a plate of osmanthus cake from the kitchen and placed them on the table for Song Wuhua.

It smells wonderful!

Fu Jing felt the same way; he had a beautiful dream.

In my dream, he was Marshal Fu.

In his dream, he married Cui Yan as his principal wife, and he also had dozens of female confidantes.

Zheng Baizhi was his only doctor; he saved her life.

There's Fang Yi, Meng Yiru, and even Fang Qing...

They all revolved around him, vying for his affections, worrying and fearing for him; all their emotions were for him.

Fu Jing was so engrossed in it that he didn't want to wake up. Song Wuhua called out to him expressionlessly.

"Fang Yi is here to pick you up."

Even though the dream was so wonderful, Fu Jing still woke up after hearing those words.

The name Fang Yi is the alarm clock of his life.

She has control over his joys and sorrows, even his dreams.

Fu Jing then left.

But when he returned and encountered the person from his dreams again, he became awkward and looked at her with deep affection.

He felt that others didn't respect him.

Fu Jing: "..."

A few years later, as lost territory was gradually recovered, Fang Yi was once again given an important position.

Meat is needed everywhere.

He watched helplessly as Fang Yi was promoted, and as everyone else in his dreams thrived after leaving him.

It's as if Fu Jing is a board that hinders people's progress.

"Third brother, you can't keep having a cold face. You need to learn to smile." Fu Lu was very worried that his third brother would be kicked back home by the Fang family.

That would make my sister look bad.

So, persuaded by his nanny, he decided to help his third brother.

"To win a woman's heart, you must first win her stomach."

Fu Lu talked on and on about his life experiences, but Fu Jing's face turned ashen, and he didn't want to listen at all.

But he didn't take a step.

Fu Jing thought: He wasn't trying to please Fang Yi, he was only doing it for himself.

He just didn't want to lose face.

It has nothing to do with Fang Yi.

Fu Qi looked at Cui Lin, who had led her over to claim credit, bent down, and pinched her cheek.

"That's right, didn't you want to join the army?"

"Your aunt will take you there."

Cui Lin smiled broadly, holding her aunt's hand, the sunlight shining on them.

Walk towards the light.