The wife of the female Zun Kuaichuan is a doting maniac

Chapter 1792 My Husband is a Fake Young Master

Prince Yong and Prince Yongjun both grew up in the palace and were extremely familiar with it, so they didn't need many people to serve them. When needed, they only needed to call out, and no palace servant would dare to offend them.

Su Qiruo was even more untouchable in the palace, so when she entered the palace, she only brought a male bodyguard who knew martial arts, who disguised himself as a servant and followed behind Si Qianling.

Si Qianling nodded slightly and led the guard disguised as a servant into the room.

"You wait here, I'll go in myself."

Si Qianling has no habit of letting others watch him urinate; if someone is around, he can't urinate even if he tries his hardest.

Even Zhishu and Zhiyu, who had served him since childhood, were unacceptable to him.

"Yes."

The guards stood at the door, ears perked up, concentrating on sensing the surrounding sounds.

Si Qianling moved quickly, washed her hands, and came out.

Thinking that Su Qiruo was still waiting for him outside, Si Qianling's steps quickened.

However, when he opened the door and walked out, he saw Su Qiruo with her back to him and Si Jingchen blushing and looking shy.

With her hands clenched tightly at her sides, Si Qianling felt a little short of breath.

He thought he had already tolerated Si Jingchen to the extreme, but he never expected that Si Jingchen would be so greedy and even try to steal away the person he loved most.

The Si family has already returned the money to him. He has tolerated the many times the Si family has framed him, but if the Si family dares to make a move on Su Qiruo, he will absolutely not tolerate it.

Su Qiruo was looking at the man in front of her with impatience. He had come up to her for no reason and was acting like this. It was really inexplicable.

"Your Highness is so good to my brother. If I hadn't been taken away, I would have grown up with Your Highness as childhood sweethearts..."

As Si Jingchen spoke, his eyes reddened. Su Qiruo took a step back, about to reprimand him.

Suddenly a gust of wind came from behind, and with a "smack," Si Jingchen's face quickly swelled up.

The force was so great that even Su Qiruo was a little frightened. It was quite unexpected that the proper and well-mannered number one young master of the capital had suddenly become so fierce.

But Su Qiruo liked it very much.

She couldn't stand seeing Si Qianling suffer any injustice.

Si Qianling can bully others, but if anyone dares to bully Si Qianling, she'll kill them.

"Does your hand hurt?"

While Si Jingchen was still in shock, Su Qiruo had already pulled Si Qianling's hand to examine it.

The slap was so hard that it turned Si Qianling's fair hand red.

Si Qianling coldly withdrew her hand, seemingly angry with Su Qiruo.

He disliked Si Jingchen's approach to Su Qiruo, and was even more dissatisfied with Su Qiruo's lack of rejection.

With her skills, she could keep people away from within three zhang (approximately 10 meters) if she didn't want them to get close.

But she still stood there letting another man smile at her, and that man was someone she had a grudge against.

Su Qiruo, being such a clever person, immediately understood why Si Qianling was angry. She shamelessly grabbed Si Qianling's hand again and held it tightly.

Si Qianling struggled but couldn't break free, so she let her be.

But my anger subsided somewhat.

"Next time you want to hit someone, tell me and I'll do it for you, so you don't hurt your hand."

Su Qiruo's words turned Si Jingchen's face from red to white. He had never expected Si Qianling to be so bold, nor had he expected Su Qiruo to protect a swindler who had usurped his place.

Is a life-saving favor really that useful?
"What are you doing, brother?"

Large tears rolled down Si Jingchen's face; this time, it wasn't an act.