Don’t Mess with the Tough Lady

At this time, Song Qingyu leaned in front of him, forcibly concealed the panic in his heart, and said, "Father-in-law, there is tea in the mansion. Today, the emperor does not have to go to court. Why not rest in it." A bag of broken silver was handed over to the grandpa The prince smiled with joy, and when he saw Song Qingyu's intention, he nodded, "That's all right. Then I will disturb Du Xiang."

Although Du Heng was very dissatisfied with Song Qingyu's self-assertion, he still welcomed the prince in with a smile.

Halfway through, he said to Song Qingyu, "What are you doing? The emperor summoned me to discuss things in the Hall of Yangxin today, and you will also bring the prince to the mansion!" Du Heng's expression was obviously displeased.

Song Qingyu laughed and said, "Master, don't worry, I think I can take care of the prince and princess. Isn't this going to be the prince's election soon? I have to ask for Heng'er!" These words hit Du Heng. 'S death.

In the past few days, Du Heng's whole heart has been hanging on Du Qingheng's body. In the election of the princess, I don’t know how much Du Qingheng has the chance to win. Seeing Song Qingyu's face with sincerity, he nodded, "It's okay, it's just that you have to be careful when you speak. The prince grew up with the emperor, and his identity is naturally unusual."

"I have a sense of measure." Song Qingyu replied, watching Du Heng leave, and then took Caiju back to the main hall.

"Duke Duke, you drink tea." Song Qingyu sent someone to serve the good tea and water, and sat aside with a flattering smile.

The prince held the tea in his hand, but looked at Song Qingyu, "I don't know what can happen to the prime minister?" He stayed with the emperor for a long time, and naturally knew the little Jiujiu in these people's hearts. Song Qingyu's eyes flickered just now, obviously something happened.

"The prince is indeed a sensible person... the courtier asked the prince to come over, just to ask about the marriage between our eldest lady and the third prince..." Song Qingyu tested the prince's tone.

The prince sneered, "The marriage of the three princes and Miss Du was made by the emperor himself. It is a foregone conclusion. What else can I ask?"

"How dare the minister's wife question the emperor's will, it's just that... the eldest lady's fate is a bit special, so the minister's wife just asks more about it." Song Qingyu was a little panicked, apparently did not expect the prince to be like this. Hard to speak.

When the prince heard this, his eyes were cold. The emperor had said before that Du Xuechun’s fate was not allowed to be spread, but now Song Qingyu asked alone, "What does the prime minister mean? The lady’s fate does not It's not right!"

"...Really? It's the minister's wife who is worried..." Seeing that the prince couldn't make any sense, Song Qingyu's expression was a bit ugly, and he forced a smile.

Song Qingyu was flustered all over because of the taste of this tea.

Before leaving, the prince said to Song Qingyu with a profound meaning, "Miss Du's life style is excellent, but since Miss Du has entered the royal family, she is a royal person. Naturally, this birthday character cannot be allowed. Outsiders know, does Madam understand?"

This was also what the emperor meant. The reason why the imperial decree was so urgent was that he wanted the prince to come over and seal the mouth of the Xiangfu mansion, so as not to drag Feng Xuanche's reputation.

Hearing this, Song Qingyu only felt a cold sweat from the vest, "Yes...the minister understands."

After finally sending off the prince, Song Qingyu's complexion sank. She took a deep breath and slapped the side of Caiju, "You eat something inside and out!"

Caiju suddenly slapped him in the face, and was stunned. The next second he knelt to the ground, tears full of tears, "Madam's words are wronged by the slaves!"

Song Qingyu looked at Caiju, who was kneeling on the ground, with a gloomy look in his eyes, "I wronged you? Then you can tell me! What's the matter with Du Xuechun's birthday character!"

At that time, the person who went to fetch the yellow paper was picking chrysanthemums, and the one who went out to ask the monks to ask questions was also picking chrysanthemums. If this girl hadn't done tricks in it, how could this marriage contract be so smooth!

Caiju's face was horrified, "This servant doesn't know, Madam! The servant is wronged! Fuhai was there at the time and can testify for the servant!" Caiju pointed to the lame servant next to her.

Fuhai was taken aback, and then knelt down, "That's true, ma'am. The yellow paper that the monk handed over to Miss Caiju at that time was indeed a fierce life."

"In that case! Why would the princes say that Du Xuechun's fate is no problem!" Song Qingyu threw the teacup on the table to the ground, full of resentment.

The two kneeling on the ground even dared not take a mouthful. How did they know what went wrong.

Song Qingyu has a hideous face, full of resentment. Thousands of calculations, unexpectedly let that girl escape! What a shame!

...

At this time, Du Qingheng and Du Qingyao were drinking tea in the yard.

"What's wrong with my sister's hands?" Du Qingyao's hands and feet today caught Du Qingheng's attention.

Du Qingyao covered the wound on her hand and smiled awkwardly, "I accidentally hit the door yesterday...Thank you for your concern."

"You have to be careful too, don't always be rash." Du Qingheng frowned and said.

Soon, the matter of imperial decree entering the mansion came to the ears of the two.

"Second elder sister! The emperor must have sent someone to retreat from the marriage contract between the third prince and Du Xuechun!" Du Qingyao looked at the young man who came to report with faint excitement in her eyes.

There was a hint of joy on Du Qingheng's face, "Go, let's go to mother."

The two walked happily to the main hall. As soon as they started, they heard the sound of breaking tea cups. Du Qingheng and Du Qingyao looked at each other, not knowing why.

"Why the mother is so angry?" Du Qingheng frowned as he looked at the mess on the ground. Since the old lady's body healed, Song Qingyu has rarely been so ghoulish. What happened today?

Song Qingyu looked at Du Qingheng's beautiful face and felt even more resentful, "That girl, she will be married to the third prince on August 16th!"

what? The two people standing in front of him were taken aback at the same time, obviously not expecting such a result.

"How come, mother! Didn’t Du Xuechun’s fate be replaced by a fierce fate at the time!" Du Qingyao was extremely nervous, she thought it over. Once Du Xuechun and Feng Xuanche retired, she would have a chance to approach Feng Xuanche. That's it!

"Yeah! What a pity, what a pity, I don't know what went wrong! Let that girl escape again!" Song Qingyu gritted his teeth and looked at the two in front of him. Suddenly, her eyes stopped on Du Qingyao.

Du Qingyao's heart sighed, "Does my mother doubt me?"

"How come?" Song Qingyu smiled without a smile, but the seeds of doubt were planted in his heart. Du Qingheng would naturally not leak the news, but Du Qingyao would not necessarily.

Although Du Qingyao had always been obedient after the death of the second aunt, she said that she would take refuge in her. However, since then, it seems that no matter what has been done, it seems that there is a ghost in this.

Song Qingyu's expression fell in Du Qingyao's eyes, and Du Qingyao panicked, "Mother is observant, Qingyao will never tell the slightest noise!"