The wife of the female Zun Kuaichuan is a doting maniac

Chapter 1782 My Husband is a Fake Young Master

Si Qianling sat down and hugged Su Ziyin, who rushed towards him, and replied with a smile, "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. I'm much better now."

"That's good, otherwise my sister would have been worried about you!"

Su Ziyin also knew that her older sister liked Brother Si, so she wanted to speak well of her sister in front of Brother Si.

Prince Yong laughed heartily at his youngest daughter's antics, tapping her little head and saying, "I wonder where she learned all these things from. How do you know your sister would worry about your brother Si?"

Su Ziyin raised her chin arrogantly: "I just knew it."

Don't think she's too young to understand anything; she understands a lot.

"Get off your brother Si's lap quickly, don't crush him."

"I'm fine, Your Highness isn't heavy at all."

Little chubby Su Ziyin secretly pinched her own chubby cheeks. Thinking that Si Qianling's legs were not good, and that she was so heavy that she might really hurt him, she obediently got off Si Qianling's lap and sat down next to him.

"Father, why hasn't my sister returned yet?"

The Queen Mother said early this morning that she was going to pick up her sister and take her home, but it's already so late and she still hasn't returned.

"Your sister still needs to settle the soldiers and then go to the palace to see your imperial aunt, so she won't be home this early."

Prince Yong took the cloth tiger from Su Ziyin's hand, wiped her little hands clean with a damp cloth, and then handed her a piece of chestnut cake.

The little one took a bite of the chestnut cake; it was soft and chewy, and very delicious. He then took another big bite.

Seeing that she was so engrossed in eating that she forgot to ask about her sister, Prince Yong then started talking to Si Qianling about the interesting things that had happened in the capital recently.

When Si Jingchen was mentioned, even the usually unconventional Prince Yong couldn't help but show a hint of disdain. "A few days ago, I went to the winter banquet hosted by the Second Princess and ran into the second young master of the Si family. His behavior was truly indescribable."

Prince Yong usually doesn't like to gossip, but when it comes to matters related to Si Qianling, he can't help but say a few more words.

Si Jingchen clearly had ulterior motives; he was fawning over him, probably after Su Qiruo.

Prince Yong, out of consideration for Prime Minister Si and General Xie, did not want to embarrass him too much, but he did not show any kindness either.

Prince Yong could speak ill of Si Jingchen, but Si Qianling could not.

"He has been living in the countryside since childhood, so it's understandable that he has some shortcomings in manners. But he will improve as he learns from the tutors in the mansion."

Prince Yong curled his lip in disdain: "Your child has been kind since he was a child, but I can tell that he is not a well-behaved person at heart. Even if he hadn't been switched at birth, his temperament wouldn't have been much better."

Prince Yong then told Si Qianling about how he had personally witnessed Si Jingchen looking down on the second son of the Dali Temple official and even verbally belittling him.

"Such a practice of praising the powerful and belittling the weak will eventually become a disaster."

The Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review was related to Consort Pingjun in the palace by marriage. Although Consort Pingjun had not been promoted to the rank of one of the Four Noble Ladies, she had a little princess who was the fourteenth in line to the emperor's favor.

By doing this, Si Jingchen severed the relationship between the Si Prime Minister's Mansion and the Fourteenth Princess, offending the royal family, which was not a good thing.

Si Qianling pursed her lips, unsure how to respond.

Si Jingchen is indeed quite stupid, yet he thinks too highly of himself. I'm afraid that offending the Fourteenth Princess is just the beginning.

The rules in the Prime Minister's residence are very strict, and they haven't changed his temperament after all this time. They've really been quite lenient with him.

Thinking back on myself, carrying the burden of undeserved pampering, things will eventually be different.