Su Jinxuan's Corpse

The next day, when Su Yingxue returned to the manor, Su Qingzhi already knew about her visit to the Changxin Marquis's Manor. Instead of scolding her, he even praised her.

Su Yingxue clung to her grandfather's arm, acting playfully. "Grandpa, you spoil me so much. I'm going to be completely pampered."

Su Qingzhi looked at her with eyes full of affection.

In his heart, he thought, so what if she gets spoiled? His granddaughter deserved all the love in the world.

However, his sigh carried a hint of helplessness. "Even if I spoil you, I can only do so for a little while longer. Once you marry the Ninth Prince, I won't have the chance to pamper you."

"Who says so? Even after I marry, I'll still be your granddaughter!" Su Yingxue pretended to be angry. "Are you saying that after I marry, you'll only spoil Sister Han and Miaomiao?"

Su Qingzhi stroked his beard. "That's true. Han'er and Miaoyan still don't have marriage arrangements."