Rebirth and Revenge: The Black-bellied Prostitute

"Does Ziqi like Second Sister?"

How many children Xia Boran has and what their names are, the aunt knows in her heart. From this, it can be seen that the aunt is really dedicated to Xia Boran's nephew.

"like."

Ziqi's red apple face slightly lifted, she pouted and said, and her two tender paws took the initiative to grab Xiachi Wanyubai's hand tightly.

Xia Ziqi told her aunt with her own actions that he really liked Xia Chiwan, the second sister.

"Boran, you are so lucky. Let's see how well Miss Wan and Ziqi get along."

After Yun Qiandu's death, the position of the mistress of the Xiangfu has been vacant, which can be regarded as a sickness in my aunt's heart.

Because there is no relationship with the head of the house, the aunt knows that Yun Qiandu is a good woman, so although she doesn't urge Xia Boran to remarry, she is very concerned about Xia Boran's offspring.

It is taken for granted that the male heir is the focus of my aunt.

"By the way, Boran, don't you have an eldest son named Xia Zixuan, who?"

My aunt looked at the healthy and lively Xia Zixuan happily, and asked Xia Zixuan casually.

Xia Boran was slightly embarrassed.

"Zixuan is still young, and his nephew wants him to exercise more, so he is not at home."

Xia Boran didn't mention the matter of Zhifentang, and he didn't dare to say that Xia Zixuan has actually been expelled from fame, and has no chance of official career in this life.

In fact, there are no absolutes in this world.

Yesterday, the emperor was able to consecrate, except for Xia Zixuan's fame, and tomorrow, because of someone's request, Xia Zixuan's fame can be restored.

To put it bluntly, Xia Boran liked Xia Ziqi in his heart, but he never wanted to give up Xia Zixuan, his son.

The son of the dignified prime minister and the eldest son, how could he be cut off from his fame and reputation, and he can only be reduced to a mud leg or a businessman in the future.

Xia Boran couldn't afford to lose face.

"Auntie came all the way, she must be tired, why don't you rest first. If you want to catch up with Dad, there is plenty of time."

Xia Chiwan hugged Xia Ziqi and said suddenly.

Although my aunt is honored as Mrs. Hou Ye, she will honor her life.

However, the fiefdom of Lord Hou's Mansion is not in the capital, but in another city.

Auntie's visit this time is not only because of the relationship with the Prime Minister, but also in a few months, it will be the Empress Dowager's fiftieth birthday.

After sitting in the car for so long, no matter how hard your body is, it must be tired at this time.

When Xia Chiwan reminded her like that, my aunt really felt a little sore, so she nodded and smiled.

"It's still Wan girl who thinks carefully, and has me as an old lady in her heart. According to what Wan girl said, the old man will go to rest first."

It's okay not to mention it, but when I said it, my aunt really felt like she was out of spirits, and wanted to go back to her room and lean on her.

"The room is ready for Mrs. Houye."

At this time, Aunt Zheng, the current head of the Prime Minister's Mansion, said nothing, and then wanted to lead Auntie to the room.

The aunt nodded, and was held by the nurse next to her, with Aunt Zheng leading the way.

Leading the way for my aunt really did not humiliate Aunt Zheng, after all, this job is not something that anyone can do if they want to.

After my aunt came to her room, Aunt Zheng left quietly, not daring to disturb her rest.

Before Aunt Zheng left, the aunt who had closed her eyes to rest suddenly opened them.

There is no trace of fatigue in a pair of bright eyes, and more importantly, there is a clear light in these eyes, which has the chaos that ordinary old people have.

"Mommy Gui, what do you think of girl Wan?"