The wife of the female Zun Kuaichuan is a doting maniac

Chapter 1798 My Husband is a Fake Young Master

He counted out a stack of silver coins and stuffed them into Si Qianlin's hand, saying, "Don't be afraid to spend money. Repair it properly. Our Xiaoling has been wronged."

Thinking of her beloved grandson who had been cherished for so many years, Old Madam Si couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat.

Why isn't such a good child a member of the Si family?
With money in hand and Su Qiruo's promise, Si Qianlin had no reason to accept the old man's money and returned it.

"Your granddaughter has enough silver, and Her Highness has also sent some. Keep your silver notes safe and store them in your trunk."

Old Madam Si pushed the silver notes back, smiling as she touched the large red sandalwood box in her arms.

"I'm well-fed and pampered these days, so this money is really useless to me. It will all belong to you siblings in the future; this is just giving it to you early, so please take it!"

Knowing that Si Qianlin and Si Qianling were the closest, Old Madam Si gave them a few more reminders.

“Neither your mother nor your father are heartless people. They have their reasons for doing this, so don’t blame them…”

Si Qianlin looked down at the silver notes in her hand, somewhat puzzled: "I can understand that they favor their own son a bit; I would have done the same if I were in their shoes. But Xiao Ling is someone they watched grow up. Sending him to the mountains in the dead of winter—what will the world think of Xiao Ling? What will they think of our Prime Minister's residence?"

Old Madam Si gently patted Si Qianlin's hand: "That newcomer is making a big fuss. Xiao Ling has suffered a lot of grievances in the mansion. Rather than keeping her here to suffer, it would be better to send her out of the mansion to be free. However, no matter how much we planned, we did not expect that Xiao Ling would be so stubborn and insist on going up the mountain."

He refused to go to either the residence prepared for him by the Prime Minister's Mansion or the residence given to him by Prince Yong's Mansion.

He only agreed to descend the mountain after learning that the daughter of Prince Yong had returned to the capital.

"Since you know he has been wronged, why don't you, Mother, and Father stand up for him?"

This was also what Si Qianlin was most dissatisfied with about the manor: "If you were willing to stand up and say a word for Xiao Ling, he would never have left like that."

I can't imagine how heartbroken and disappointed he must have been. Thankfully, Su Qiruo resolutely chose him; otherwise, would he have had a place in this world?

Why didn't you say so?

The old man gave a bitter smile.
"Do you really think Si Jingchen is as shallow and stupid as he appears? We only know the inside story of the methods he used, but we can't produce a single piece of evidence."

The Prime Minister's Mansion and Si Qianling already owe him a debt. If he were to speak up for Si Qianling without any evidence, wouldn't that be telling the world that the Prime Minister's Mansion is heartless and Si Qianling is arrogant?
"He's that smart?"

Si Qianlin couldn't believe that the Si Jingchen her grandfather had told her without leaving any loopholes was the same idiot she had met.

Never underestimate anyone.

……

"I have troubled my grandfather for too long, so I will take my leave now."

Si Qianlin left in a hurry. Old Madam Si sighed, had the candles in the bedroom extinguished, and closed her eyes.

Children and grandchildren have their own destinies; he's too old to worry about that now.

Saying too much will inevitably annoy people. What happens to the Si family in the future depends entirely on their own choices.

After leaving the old lady's courtyard, Si Qianlin did not go back to rest. Instead, she found a few trusted confidants to secretly keep an eye on Si Jingchen. She wanted to see if he was a human or a ghost.

“Miss, these are things that have happened since the Second Young Master returned to the manor, which I have gathered.”