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

Facing the moonlight, Song Zhiyu raised her head and looked at the angry Zuo Qiutan in front of her. For some reason, she felt a strange feeling in her heart. She just felt it was strange, but she didn't take it to heart.

She took a step forward, but Zuo Qiutan did not expect that Song Zhiyu would suddenly come over, and subconsciously took a few steps back. This scene was caught in Song Zhiyu's eyes.

She was stunned for a moment, thinking of something, her eyes became a little more evil, Song Zhiyu took a step forward again, testing Zuo Qiutan's reaction.

The latter was the same as before, except that Song Zhiyu noticed a touch of red on his ears.

"Princess, please respect yourself."

"Self-respect? What did I do?" Song Zhiyu asked in a funny tone.

Although it was a joke, Zuo Qiutan's reaction just now sounded a warning bell in Song Zhiyu's heart. Today she was just embarrassing Song Mingcai. If Zuo Qiutan accused her like this, what about the future?

Thinking of this, Song Zhiyu's eyes darkened sharply, her eyes slightly lowered, and she made a decision in her heart.

When Zuo Qiutan wasn't paying attention, Song Zhiyu took out a white porcelain bottle she was carrying and hid it in the palm of her hand. She raised her face, revealing her white teeth, with a harmless smile.

"National Master, I have never seen you so innocent before."

Song Zhiyu's words left Zuo Qiutan at a loss. He frowned slightly and was about to say something, but he felt something seemed to be wandering towards him.

He quickly realized what it was. Zuo Qiutan's face darkened. He looked sideways at Song Zhiyu and grabbed Song Zhiyu's wrist with one hand. He didn't care about his identity at the moment. He knew in his heart that if Song Zhiyu didn't get rid of it quickly, he would

The consequences are unimaginable.

"Take it away!"

Song Zhiyu hummed in pain, frowned with dissatisfaction, and waved her hands vigorously, hoping to break free from the confinement of Zuo Qiutan.

But Zuo Qiutan's strength was so great that she couldn't break away at all. Moreover, Zuo Qiutan's strength gradually increased, as if he was going to crush her bones to pieces.

Shrouded in pain, Song Zhiyu raised her head stubbornly, refusing to give in at all!

However, when she saw the disappointment in Zuo Qiutan's eyes, her heart suddenly softened!

In the world today, the father who loves him the most is no longer around, and the only one who still looks at him with this look is Zuo Qiutan!

With a cold snort, he had no choice but to take back the released Gu with his other hand.

The strangeness in his body disappeared, and Zuo Qiutan relaxed his brows and loosened his grip on Song Zhiyu, but he still had a cold face towards Song Zhiyu.

He took a few steps back, feeling a little unfamiliar.

"Princess, I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave first." After Zuo Qiutan finished speaking, he turned around and strode away from here with a sullen face.

He didn't expect that Song Zhiyu could actually know the art of witchcraft!

If the world knew about her, she would definitely die without a burial place!

She is Ziweixing!

The great future emperor!

He wanted to see who taught her these despicable tricks!

Song Zhiyu didn't stay long. She quickly returned to the banquet and met Song Tingjin head-on.

The latter had a sullen face, with Song Mingcai behind him. Song Zhiyu raised her eyes and saw Song Mingcai looking at her proudly, and she understood the situation clearly.

She nodded slightly to Song Tingjin and asked in confusion: "Brother, what does this mean?"

"Yu'er, I originally thought you and Mingcai would get along well, but just now someone told me that you bullied Mingcai?"

Song Zhiyu twitched her lips and glanced at Song Mingcai. The latter stayed beside Song Tingjin very weakly. There were tears in her eyes. Whether they shed or not, she looked like a weak and beautiful woman.

"How could that happen? Brother Emperor, are you listening to someone's nonsense? How could I bully my sister?"

Having said this, Song Zhiyu paused. She tilted her head and focused her eyes on Song Mingcai. The corners of her mouth were raised, but there was no warmth in her eyes.

"You are right, sister Mingcai."

How could Song Tingjin not understand Song Mingcai's temperament? He observed Song Mingcai's expression out of the corner of his eye and saw that her body was trembling slightly because of Song Zhiyu's fright, and anger suddenly rose in his heart.

He took off the bead chain from his wrist and exerted force with his fingertips. The rope on the bead chain broke and the dark beads fell one by one in front of Song Zhiyu and scattered on the ground.

She looked at Song Tingjin expressionlessly, standing there with her back straight.

Seeing this, the palace maid on the side did not dare to waste a moment, strode forward and bent down to pick up all the beads on the ground.

"I asked you to clean it up?!"

The palace maid's hand shook, and she stayed there with her head lowered and at a loss.

Seeing this, Song Zhiyu took a step forward and said in a low voice: "Go on your way, I don't need you here."

She glanced at Song Tingjin and Song Mingcai lightly, but didn't say anything. Instead, she followed Song Tingjin's instructions and slowly squatted down and placed the beads on the floor one by one in her hands.

Song Mingcai looked at Song Zhiyu quite condescendingly. Seeing her appearance, she felt very happy. She turned her head to look at Song Tingjin, her eyes full of worry.

"Brother Imperial, wouldn't this be very good to my sister? After all..."

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Song Tingjin: "Mingcai, you are too kind. She bullied you before, but now I am just helping you to regain your face."

Hearing this, Song Mingcai bit his lower lip, hesitantly, looking confused.

The beads were not scattered widely, and Song Zhiyu picked them up in a short time. She stood up and looked at Song Tingjin, who stretched out her hand and motioned for Song Zhiyu to put the beads in the palm of her hand.

Song Zhiyu just smiled at this, and before Song Tingjin could react, she gritted her teeth and threw all the beads in her hand on Song Tingjin's body.

Some of those beads even hit Song Mingcai's face, making her unable to guard against them.

"Ah!" Song Mingcai immediately protected his face, and Song Tingjin turned his face away in embarrassment, but did not forget to protect Song Mingcai behind him.

"Song Zhiyu, are you crazy?!"

Song Zhiyu sneered and did not respond. She rolled up her sleeves and turned around, too lazy to pay attention to this couple.

Naturally, Song Zhiyu had no intention of participating in the next part of the flower appreciation feast, and returned to the palace against the moonlight.

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"Your Highness, your heroic deeds yesterday have spread throughout the palace."

Su Zhihan lowered his head and served Song Zhiyu attentively while jokingly saying.

After spending this time together, Su Zhihan discovered that Song Zhiyu was not as difficult to get along with as rumored, but was actually very good to subordinates like them.

"They found trouble first. If not, this palace would not take the initiative to cause trouble at this moment."

She raised her eyes to look at herself in the brass mirror, her bright eyes were flowing, her lips were wet, and Song Zhiyu couldn't help but raise her hands to touch her face, and she was lost in thought.

Su Zhihan just smiled, holding a red plum-colored cloak in her hand and standing behind Song Zhiyu, looking at Song Zhiyu who was admiring her appearance, Su Zhihan said softly: "Princess, it's snowing outside, it will be colder.

You must wear this cloak."

Song Zhiyu didn't say anything, just asked Su Zhihan to put on the big cloak and went out.

She left Fanghua Palace and walked around the palace with nothing to do, but she never expected to see Song Mingcai and Zuo Qiutan standing together.

Song Mingcai's eyebrows were lowered, sometimes he looked up shyly, and sometimes he looked at Zuo Qiutan with admiration. When Zuo Qiutan's eyes glanced at her, she looked submissive again.

Song Zhiyu stopped and stood behind a bare ginkgo tree. Through the ginkgo tree, she had the opportunity to take a closer look at the Zuoqiu Altar.

It was not a good thing in her opinion for the Imperial Master of the Great Rong Dynasty to be so close to Song Zhiyu.