The wife of the female Zun Kuaichuan is a doting maniac

"She is a good emperor and a good mother."

She is so much better than my own mother.

"My mother has done her best for the people of the world, for me and my sister, but she has done her worst for my father."

The father queen Su Qiruo mentioned was her biological father, the late Junhou.

"It's hard to have everything in this world. I just hope my father can be safe and happy in the afterlife."

It was unclear which father Si Qianling was referring to, or maybe both of them.

Ever since the two had their heart-to-heart talk, their relationship seemed to have changed.

At first they were together just because of the marriage contract, but now their hearts are getting closer and closer.

For the first time, Si Qianling felt what it was like to be moved, the secret joy of being pampered by someone. He could not express it in words, but he was addicted to it and couldn't extricate himself.

Uncle Liu was very pleased to see with his own eyes the comfortable life his young master was leading today.

That day, Su Qiruo did not return home after court session. She only sent a clerk back to inform Si Qianling.

"His Highness the Ninth Prince and the two princesses invited the master to drink. The master has refused many times. Today, he couldn't refuse, so he went."

Zhishu reported truthfully.

Si Qianling paused while trimming the branches, thinking of the rumors, and asked casually, "Which restaurant did Your Highness go to?"

Zhishu said without thinking: "Mingxiang Pavilion."

The fingers holding the scissors tightened, and Si Qianling did not raise his head: "Got it."

Zhishu clasped his fists and left the flower hall, not noticing anything unusual.

However, as soon as she left, the scissors in Si Qianling's hand fell to the ground.

"Lord, be careful." Zhiyi exclaimed and went forward to check. Seeing that his master was not injured, he hurriedly picked up the scissors and placed them on the wooden rack beside him.

Si Qianling washed his hands and went straight back to the bedroom.

Zhiyi and Zhili looked at each other, wondering what was wrong with Wang Jun.

Father Liu was busy managing the accounts in the backyard of the palace and did not notice anything unusual about Si Qianling. He just heard that he had no appetite, so he went over to say a few words to him.

Si Qianling was lying on the bed, staring at the window curtains in a daze, with those words constantly appearing in her mind: The Eighth Princess is not interested in men, and only Young Master Yunqing from Mingxiang Pavilion is her favorite.

Master Yunqing?

Mingxiang Pavilion is not a brothel, but a place frequented by scholars and elegant people, who come to taste tea and wine, recite poems and compose essays. There are also young and handsome men demonstrating their skills in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. It is quite popular among the noble ladies in the capital.

Moreover, not everyone can go to Mingxiang Pavilion. The money for just one cup of tea is enough for an ordinary family to eat for ten years.

Before, Si Qianling didn’t like Su Qiruo that much, so he didn’t care who was around her.

Now that their relationship is strong, he thought she had begun to like him, but it turned out to be just his wishful thinking.

The more he thought about it, the more headache he got. He felt suffocated and uncomfortable in his heart. Si Qianling glanced out the window.

  The moon is at its zenith. Will she not come back tonight?

When he thought that she would want to hug another man the same way she hugged him, tears rolled out of Si Qianling's eyes uncontrollably.

Does she also kiss others so tenderly and coax them so carefully?

  Will she bring her confidant back home, leaving him with no place to stay in the future?

Just as I was feeling heartbroken, the door was suddenly pushed open and there was a sound of light footsteps outside.

Si Qianling quickly turned over and faced inside, pretending to be asleep.

After Su Qiruo entered the room, she glanced at the person curled up in the quilt in the faint moonlight, walked over carefully, and lay down outside.

(End of this chapter)