Empress: I didn't expect that all my son-in-laws would be reborn

"It's probably because of some movements or habits. The slave still retains the way he did when he was a child. The rest is only revealed by his voice."

Having said this, Su Zhihan was very glad that it was okay just now. Only his voice slightly changed back to its original tone, but his appearance did not change back.

It would be bad if your appearance also starts to change.

It's okay not to mention this matter. Song Zhiyu thought of something when she mentioned this matter. She narrowed her eyes and asked coldly: "Where is the medicine I gave you? Why didn't you take it?"

"Uh..." Su Zhihan was speechless for a moment. She touched her nose and looked away, trying to ignore Song Zhiyu's gaze.

But her gaze was so intense that Su Zhihan couldn't fool her, so he had to lower his head and admit his mistake.

"My slave was angry with you earlier and threw away all the medicine you gave me."

"Throw it away?!"

Song Zhiyu exclaimed, she patted the wooden table and stood up, looking at Su Zhihan in disbelief.

"The medicine contains one very precious medicinal plant. We only get five plants every month. I gave you such a precious thing and you threw it away?!"

Song Zhiyu's voice gradually became louder. Originally, the medicinal materials used to make this medicine were not precious, but she wanted to give Su Zhihan better medicine, so she added an additional medicinal plant.

The medicinal material could also have a warming and tonic effect when eaten, which was just enough to replenish Su Zhihan's body. However, Song Zhiyu did not expect that all her hard work would be thrown away by Su Zhihan.

She glared at Su Zhihan angrily, but what happened had already happened and she couldn't change it, so she had to accept her fate.

Song Zhiyu took a deep breath to adjust her emotions. When she saw Su Zhihan still standing there with his head lowered, she shook her head.

She didn't want to dwell on this topic anymore. If she lost the medicine, just throw it away. Next time she would make another one for Su Zhihan.

"Okay, since your appearance has doubled Su Zhizhou's curiosity, you don't have to hide from your brother all the time in the future. You can just appear in front of him occasionally to whet your appetite."

Su Zhihan was a little hesitant when she heard that. She thought for a moment, raised her face and asked cautiously.

"But now my slave is just a familiar stranger in my brother's eyes. How can I whet his appetite?"

"Didn't you hear what he said to me earlier? I see you have a sense of familiarity, you can take advantage of this."

After a while, Song Zhiyu's anger completely dissipated. She lowered her eyebrows and looked at the food on the wooden table, then she started to cook and picked up the spoon to eat.

Seeing this from the corner of his eye, Su Zhihan quickly took out a silver needle from his sleeve and wanted to test the poison in front of Song Zhiyu to ensure his sincerity.

But before she could put the silver needle into the food to test the poison, Song Zhiyu took the lead and put the food into her mouth.

Su Zhihan opened her mouth, with the silver needle still twisting in her fingertips. Faced with Song Zhiyu's trust, she suddenly didn't know what to say, and she was completely stunned.

"Di Ji, don't you need a slave to test the poison for you?"

Song Zhiyu blinked, glanced at the delicious food, and asked, "Didn't you make this food for me?"

In this regard, Su Zhihan no longer knew what to say. When she saw Song Zhiyu asking herself this, she nodded subconsciously.

Seeing this, Song Zhiyu waved her hands and said with a smile: "Isn't that right? Since it was you who did it, why did I want to test the poison?"

Seeing that Song Zhiyu still believed in him unconditionally, Su Zhihan thought of himself who had poisoned Song Zhiyu before, and felt more and more that he was nothing before.

Zuo Qiutan, apart from important things during this period, was reading ancient books. He had been looking for books on voodoo insects, with the purpose of removing the voodoo bugs from himself and Song Zhiyu.

He was sitting in front of his desk. There was a mountain of books on the desk, which seemed to cover him.

The boy brought the tea into the study and was the first to see the books. He was a little surprised. He placed the tea gently on the table and bravely spoke out.

"Sir, I see that you seem to be particularly diligent in reading ancient books these days."

"It's just because of some things. Just put the tea on the table and you can go out."

The boy shut his mouth and didn't continue. He knew that Zuo Qiutan was a little unhappy, so he didn't stay in the study anymore. He bowed to Zuo Qiutan and left.

Zuo Qiutan threw the books on the wooden table. He pinched his eyebrows irritably and exhaled heavily, feeling exhausted all over his body.

After searching for a day, he still couldn't find a way to solve it. He wanted to give up, but his reason still allowed him to continue searching.

"Found it!"

After half an hour, Zuo Qiutan saw a method in an ancient book that was very similar to the Gu worm on his body, which made Zuo Qiutan subconsciously feel that this method must be the method used by Song Zhiyu.

He was a little excited, so he quickly stood up and grabbed the method. He knew the method thoroughly and asked the servant to prepare some materials before entering the palace again and heading to Fanghua Palace.

Zuo Qiutan was a frequent visitor to Fanghua Palace. The maids of Fanghua Palace were very calm when they saw him, and they just asked someone to go and say hello to Song Zhiyu.