The wife of the female Zun Kuaichuan is a doting maniac

Chapter 1835 My Husband is a Fake Young Master

Su Qiruo readily agreed, no wonder the old patriarch recognized her identity at a glance.

If it were any other matter, Su Qiruo would still be particular about cash on delivery, but since it concerned Si Qianling's leg ailment, she didn't want to be a gentleman.

Even if she had taken advantage of the Yuan clan first, she couldn't bear to refuse.

"Thank you so much. The seeds will be delivered as soon as possible, and we will stay until they arrive before leaving."

They all stayed behind as hostages, which at least put the old man's mind at ease.

"I can trust Her Highness the Crown Princess."

The young lady of the Yong'an Prince's Mansion, renowned at a young age, possessed both literary and martial talents, and was exceptionally beautiful. She had also heard of Su Qiruo's deeds in the Yuan clan.

The Ninth Princess of Dongling Kingdom is always inseparable from the Princess of Yongqin, making Su Ziqing's identity quite obvious.

"Tonight, the clan will host a welcome dinner for Your Highnesses. We hope you will do us the honor of joining us."

"It is our honor."

That very evening, the old clan chief personally delivered the Fiery Flower and even prepared medicine for Si Qianling.

"If Your Highness trusts this old woman, I am willing to administer acupuncture to relieve Xiao Ling'er's pain."

If Su Qiruo minds that she is a woman, then pretend she didn't say anything.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, sir."

In front of a healer, what difference does it make whether one is male or female, let alone how old the old clan chief is?

Si Qianling's legs only need to be soaked in a medicinal bath for seven days, and she should also drink three bowls of medicinal soup every day.

It may be tough at first, but it will get better once you get through it.

The seeds arrived faster than expected; by the twelfth day, five thousand catties of seeds had already been delivered.

Along with this came a generous gift from Prince Yong's Mansion, giving Si Qianling ample face.

On the day they were about to leave, Yuan Heng clung to Si Qianling's arm, reluctant to let go.

One of them became the Holy Son of the Yuan Clan, making it impossible for him to leave this place. The other had already married into the royal family and could not stay here either.

The two brothers had only known each other for a short time before they had to part ways, so it's no wonder that Yuan Heng was reluctant to leave.

"I will write to you often and send you all kinds of snacks from Beijing."

Si Qianling was coaxing her younger brother, who was only one year younger than her.

"Then you must remember to come and see me whenever you have time, brother."

To protect Yuan Heng and prevent him from suffering the same injuries as his father, Yuan Heng's mother had long ago forbidden him from leaving the Yuan clan's territory, so he could only wait for Si Qianling to come and see him.

"Yes, I will come to see you when I have time."

If Su Qiruo doesn't become emperor, once the Eastern Ling Kingdom's rule is stable, they will have plenty of time to travel.

I can spend more time with Yuanheng then.

After leaving the Yuan Clan, Su Qiruo also received a reply from Hu Ziqiu.

Having lived with that man for sixteen years, Hu Ziqiu had doubted everything, but she never doubted that the person in front of her was not her father.

She was both crying and laughing when she received the message sent by Su Qiruo.

She lamented that she was blind to the truth and mistook a thief for her father, not even knowing that her biological father had disappeared.

He laughed at himself for being as stupid as a pig, being manipulated by thieves for years without realizing it, and almost causing the death of his own younger brother.

Even though Hu Ziqiu had no intention of vying for that position, he couldn't allow that father and daughter to ascend to a high position just to avenge his father.

Su Qiruo also expressed her willingness to lend her a hand.

As for Yuan Heng, her half-brother, Hu Ziqiu said she would visit him after things were settled.

On the way back to the capital, Si Qianling rode his horse and looked back at Su Qiruo. Her spirited little face was just like six years ago.

The boy's eyes and brows were even brighter than before.

"Sister Aruo, you lost."