After fetal transfusion: Huang Ama, your royal mausoleum has been stolen

This mother was really generous and she truly trusted Yinzhen.

Without considering any prerequisites, she dared to raise her children according to Yinzhen's ideas.

Mian Ling was slightly stunned, as if she had never thought of this before, and she just stared at Xirui.

"Why are you only looking at me? You should look more at your son." What a well-behaved and lovely child. Looking at him for a few more times makes me want to pick the stars and give them to him.

Xirui just didn't believe that Mianling wouldn't feel distressed.

"But Master said... the little prince cannot be spoiled, or his temperament will change." What else could Mian Ling do?

In this day and age, the future and destiny of children all depend on their fathers.

If she doesn't listen to her husband, who else can she listen to?

Yinzhen was a person who attached great importance to rules. Not only was he strict with himself, but he was also strict with others.

Mian Ling didn't want her son to fall out of favor with his father, so naturally she could only discipline the child according to Yinzhen's method.

Seeing that Honghui is so young, his every move is quite well-behaved.

When children from several families are put together, the differences are obvious.

Yinzhen was naturally satisfied with this.

Over time, Mian Ling came to think that this was the right thing to do.

As for Yinzhen's strictness in raising his children, he would not interfere too much.

"This is ridiculous." Xirui was so angry that she almost laughed.

From the gathering just now, it was not difficult for her to see the differences between these children.

There are four children in Yinzhi's family. Let's not talk about the older ones for now. Even the youngest prince, Hongyu, dared to jump on his father's back when he was eight years old.

In Yinzhen's view, such behavior was probably extremely unruly.

The two remaining little princes from Yinzhi's family were also very noisy.

I just heard that all their father’s new paintings were burned, but didn’t I hear Yinzhi say anything?

After looking around, Xirui felt that Yinzhen's family had the biggest problems.

"My dear sister-in-law, the child is your own. You can't let his father do whatever he wants." Xirui also realized that her fourth sister-in-law was spoiling her brother too much.

Whatever Yinzhen says is what it is.

I have absolutely no ideas of my own.

Is this the power of love?

Xirui knew that ever since her eldest brother started going out with only the principal wife, none of his brothers dared to mention bringing a concubine or a maid.

The most outrageous thing was what Yinzhen did, leaving his wife in the palace and going out alone.

Therefore, the emotional lives of her sisters-in-law were much better than what she remembered.

Could it be that without external pressure, Fourth Sister-in-law has lost the motivation to think?

Xirui thought so.

Mian Ling didn't know how to explain it. She hesitated for a long time before she finally said, "The Fourth Master is doing this for the good of the child."

He is his biological son. As a father, he cannot harm the child, right?

Mian Ling, who had a harmonious relationship with Yinzhen, would subconsciously think about things from her husband's perspective most of the time.

I just hope that my children understand the rules and work hard to make progress, and there is nothing wrong with that.

Xirui, however, was completely upset after hearing this.

The words of anger at his lack of fighting spirit almost came out of my mouth.

The next second, when his eyes met the little person in his arms, he swallowed the words back.

Mian Ling is his mother no matter what.

It's never nice to get close to his mother in front of the child.

Xirui, for Honghui's sake, reluctantly changed her tone and words, "Honghui is still young, Fourth Brother's way may not be applicable. As a mother, you should always consider the child more, right?"

Otherwise, what should be done with this little child?

When the time comes, it will be true that calling for daddy will not work, and calling for mommy will not work. How much trauma will be left in the child's heart?

Xirui is really scary just thinking about it.

She was secretly glad that her mother was not like that.

The aunt and sister-in-law finally got together after many years, but they didn't have time to talk about any interesting topics that night because they were busy solving the education problems of the little cutie Honghui.

Xirui patted and coaxed the child gently, and his saliva was almost dried up before he managed to change Mianling's mind a little.

Until she went to sleep, she had only one thought in her mind, which was to find an opportunity to have a good talk with Yinzhen.

After all, that was the source of the incident!

The next morning, Xirui couldn't get up.

Holding a sweet and soft little baby in her arms, she slept until noon.

When she finally woke up, the house was much quieter.

Those who should go to work should go to work, and those who should go to school should go to school.

The huge house was not as lively as it was last night.

"What are your plans for today, Master?" After a night's rest, Qingque came to Xirui full of energy again.

The cute little Honghui was lying in Xirui's arms rubbing his eyes. When he heard the voice, he hurriedly looked towards her.

Seeing that this was neither her mother nor her wet nurse's, she pouted.

Xirui was so frightened that he didn't have time to answer Qingque and quickly called his wet nurse over.

"Please forgive me, my lady. The little prince may be hungry." The wet nurse was also from the Imperial Household Department, so she naturally knew the true identity of her master.

She was afraid that the princess had never raised a child and would lose her patience because of Honghui's annoyance, so she carefully explained first.

Xirui didn't argue with her, "Take the baby to Fourth Sister-in-law, don't let the baby starve."

Seeing Honghui's expression gradually calm down when he fell into the arms of the wet nurse, she also breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, she has no experience in taking care of children. If Honghui starts crying, she really doesn't know how to comfort him.

The wet nurse bowed slightly and then left with Honghui.

Mian Ling got up early in the morning and has already started taking care of the house affairs.

The wet nurse was just about to take Honghui to the front hall to find her.

Xirui herself didn't feel very hungry, so after watching them leave, she turned around and went back to the house to sit down.

"Did you get any news?" Qingque would not ask about her itinerary for no reason. This was the first thing Xirui could think of.

They have been together as master and servant for many years, so they have some tacit understanding.

Qingque just laughed and said truthfully, "There's a letter from Master Xue saying that the restaurant has new food and is waiting for your arrival anytime."

After years of planning, Xue Jing's industry here has grown increasingly stronger.

The Wuhu Restaurant, which once suffered from malicious competition from its peers and nearly closed down, has now become a well-known restaurant in Suzhou Prefecture and even in surrounding prefectures.

As soon as Xue Jing heard that Xirui was going south, he immediately extended an invitation.

It was not enough to just talk to Xirui in private, and according to the normal process, he had to invite her again through his subordinates.

I was afraid that Xirui would forget.