C6

Regarding the matter of whether or not the child was a seed of the Prince Rui, Su Xian had more or less understood this matter after observing the child by the side for a few days.

Having a child was already a matter of energy consumption, not to mention that her production conditions weren't that good. Although Su Xian didn't say anything, she was still smiling everyday, so she was extremely vigilant in her heart.

Although Yun Chen didn't even want to see him and didn't even see his shadow when he returned to the Duke Palaces, it was more or less because of her status as a Princess Rui. Normally, there wouldn't be too many harsh words to describe the food and drinks inside.

"Did I say something wrong?" Su Xian patted his son, raising his head and looking at Zhao Ying with a smile that was not a smile, "Your mistress, the wangfei, is not dead yet. There's no time to cry until something happens to me. "

Zhao Ying's body stiffened, her heart felt wronged: "I feel wronged Master!"

"Just hold it in no matter how wronged you are." Su Xian was not affected at all, and her eyes became even colder: "I will be peaceful as a moon, so stop making me cry and spoiling my mood!"

She, Su Xian, was a figure that dominated the Central District Hospital. If she were to ask which patient was not obedient in her hands, would she be able to live through this?

She couldn't even hold a mere maid? If his former colleagues were to know about this, they would probably laugh at him.

When Zhao Ying saw the look in Su Xian's eyes, her legs went soft and she kneeled down on the ground. "This servant, this servant just feels that as the princess, I can't find a wet nurse for you. All the wives and wives in the capital were nursing their babies themselves. "It's all because the people digging in the ground can't afford to hire that wet nurse …"

After Zhao Ying said a few words, she felt the room become even colder. It was a summer day and she shivered, subconsciously she swallowed back the words she was about to say.

"My son is naturally drinking my milk." Su Xian glanced at Zhao Ying indifferently, "What is it for? If you feel wronged, you better hold it in. You don't have any milk on you, just don't look at it next time. "

Zhao Ying suddenly raised her head to look at Su Xian. Her eyes were unsettled: "Master, servant, servant, this servant did not mean that."

"Today is the day. You should be more content with yourself." Su Yueming played with his son's hands, "Stop being so unfair, and be at ease in doing your own things." "Go back and think about it. There's no need to wait on me tonight."

Zhao Ying bit her lips, obviously not expecting her words to be taken back at him. She looked a bit embarrassed, but she still mumbled a few sentences, kowtowed, and left.

Su Xian sighed slightly. Looking at his son who was sleeping soundly, his face looked a little more worried. "Who knows if it's because of concern or what, your mother still needs to be at ease in doing things for Yue Zi. "If you really want to listen to her, then recruit a wet nurse. Who knows if it's a wet nurse or a spy, I won't do such a foolish thing."

Ever since Su Xian began to suspect Zhao Ying, she would think deeply about anything no matter what she said.

After all, Zhao Ying was still young, so it was inevitable that she had some flaws in her speech and actions. Even if Su Xian stayed in bed, a Zhao Ying was still able to deal with him.

But if he had a wet nurse, it would be different.

Even if the Plum Garden was destroyed, it would still be the territory of the Prince Rui's Palace. How could it be so easy for a random cat or dog to enter?

Su Xian didn't doubt that she had promised Zhao Ying today and that she would find a wet nurse for him in high spirits tomorrow.

If something were to happen, she would be the one to shoulder the responsibility.

"There's still half a month left." Su Xian muttered to herself as she rubbed her son's face.

The night was deep, and it was time to dream. However, the study within the manor was still brightly lit.

Zhao Ying had been kneeling outside for less than an hour, and could finally hear the sounds coming from inside the house.

"Come in." An extremely magnetic voice rang out. Even when listening to the voice, it was like a spring breeze, giving off an extremely gentle feeling.

However, Zhao Ying's heart was trembling, and for some reason, it felt as if she had returned to the feeling of kneeling in front of Su Xian.

No, it was actually more terrifying than that.

Zhao Ying swallowed her saliva, carefully getting up, and pushed the door open.

The room was filled with the scent of books. The owner of the study seemed to be extremely fond of books. The entire study was filled with bookshelves of different sizes. The man was also holding a book in his hand, seemingly absent-minded as he was reading.

When he heard the sound of Zhao Ying entering the room, he then looked up at Zhao Ying and asked, "Why is Zhao Ying back?"

The voice seemed to be extremely concerned, but Zhao Ying didn't dare to be as wronged as she was when facing Su Xian.

She trembled as she knelt down, "Your servant, your servant came to beg for forgiveness. On Miss Su Xian's side... "

When the man heard Zhao Ying recount what happened today, his eyes flashed with surprise, and he raised his eyebrows.

Could it be that mother is stronger? Usually, the Su Xian who had the will to die, was still able to say such words?

After Zhao Ying finished speaking, she lowered her head, not daring to look at the man, and could only quietly wait for his reply.

The man knocked on the table at a leisurely pace. Suddenly, he smiled and muttered to himself, "Things are getting interesting."

His gaze shifted as he looked at Zhao Ying: "Since you know your wrongs, then let's go down and receive our punishment. Don't be like this next time."

Zhao Ying trembled, she did not dare say anything else, and honestly kowtowed, and went down to receive her punishment.

The man was left alone in the room again. He picked up a candle shears at the side and leisurely cut the candle wick. He picked up the tip of the shears to pick it up a bit, and the light in the room immediately brightened up again.

This made the man's figure look even more profound.

"So smart. It would be a pity to leave it." He sighed, as if he had made up his mind. The smile on his face became gentler.

"He's still his daughter after all …"