The wife of the female Zun Kuaichuan is a doting maniac

Chapter 1795 My Husband is a Fake Young Master

Si Jingchen was no pushover; she believed that Si Jingchen must have done something to the Princess Consort for Si Qianling to hit him.

In that case, Si Jingchen's appearance is indeed not suitable for public appearance.

Si Qianlin then found a palace servant and told her father that she was taking Si Jingchen out of the palace first.

Although Si's father had doubts, he still believed in his daughter.

His two daughters are both sensible and know their place in the palace better than he does, so there's no need to worry.

Si Qianlin took Si Jingchen back to the mansion, and the two did not exchange a single word on the way.

Only after the carriage stopped did Si Qianlin glance at Si Jingchen with a complicated expression.

"Now that you've returned to the Si family and Xiao Ling has left, just be a good young master of the Si family and don't provoke him anymore. He saved Her Highness's life, and the royal family values ​​him highly. Even though he's no longer the legitimate son of the Prime Minister's mansion, no man in the entire capital is as noble as him. This time it was just a slap, but next time it will be a stab in the back. The Prime Minister's mansion won't offend the royal family for your sake. I hope you'll behave yourself."

After saying that, Si Qianlin got up and got off the carriage first, leaving Si Jingchen, whose eyes were red with resentment and anger, staring at the swaying carriage curtain.

What a boast that "no man in the entire capital can be as noble as him"! He had no idea that a bastard whose mother and father were unknown could be more noble than a prince.

Without the support of the Prime Minister's mansion, what is Si Qianling anyway?
Su Qiruo still remembers his kindness now, but what about three years later, five years later, or ten years later?
If Si Qianling dares to use this favor to blackmail the royal family, then he won't even need to lift a finger; someone will naturally kill him.

Using gratitude to seek repayment is not a long-term solution.

Thinking of the Ninth Princess he had met that evening, the ruthlessness in Si Jingchen's eyes faded somewhat.

Si Qianling only married a princess of a prince's family, right? If I could marry the Ninth Prince, would a mere princess of a prince's family be more noble than me, a princess?
Thinking this way, Si Jingchen became even more determined to seduce the Ninth Princess.

"Young master, shall we return to the courtyard?"

Zhihua and Zhiqiu, who were waiting outside, were completely frozen. The second young lady had been gone for quite some time, but the young master still hadn't gotten out of the carriage, which made people wonder.

"Ah."

Si Jingchen gave a faint reply before lowering his head and getting off the carriage.

Back in his dormitory, Si Jingchen sent Zhihua and Zhiqiu away, washed his face with cold water, and then took out a small white porcelain bottle from the cabinet and applied the ointment to his swollen face.

The man in the mirror had one side of his face that was incredibly handsome, and the other side that was swollen like a pig's head. The sinister look in his eyes was like ice, as if it could freeze people. There was no trace of his usual stupid and reckless appearance.

The ointment relieved a lot of the pain on his face, and he scolded Si Qianling for a long time before falling asleep.

In the dead of night, two dark figures appeared in the Prime Minister's residence.

A wisp of white smoke blew in through the window. The person inside was only wearing a white undergarment. Fearing that the person would freeze to death, the person tied him up along with the quilt and hung Si Jingchen, who was wrapped up like a dumpling, on the tallest tree in the Prime Minister's residence.

The servants who were sweeping early in the morning saw something white swaying in the tree and screamed in fright, waking up most of the people in the mansion.

The news that the second young master of the Prime Minister's mansion had been hanging from a tree spread throughout the entire mansion before dawn. Si Shuwen was puzzled, but Si Qianlin could guess who would do such a thing.