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

Not all of the palace maids present were from Song Ying, and with some people talking about it, the matter spread throughout the palace as if it had wings.

Song Zhiyu left the side hall and walked towards Fanghua Palace. On the way, she saw a man in strange clothes. After thinking about the time, she quickly guessed that the man was probably a Turk.

Thinking about Song Mingcai's actions in his previous life, an idea quickly came to Song Zhiyu's mind.

She no longer stayed there, but immediately returned to Fanghua Palace, called Su Zhihan, and asked her to bring her a blank scroll and an ink pen.

Su Zhihan laid out the scroll for Song Zhiyu, and felt a little puzzled when he saw Song Zhiyu scribbling on the scroll with a brush with a serious face.

"Princess, what are you doing?"

"Are there a group of Turks coming to the palace?" Song Zhiyu asked without raising her head.

Song Zhiyu had experienced the style of the Turks in her previous life. The sudden death not long after she and her daughter went there for her revealed a lot.

When the Turks passed by just now, she came up with an idea. Putting Song Mingcai and Song Ying's appearance together, anyone with a discerning eye would choose Song Mingcai.

If Song Mingcai's portrait had been handed over to the Turks in advance and told that the portrait was also a princess, the Turks would have demanded a replacement.

Won’t I have something good to watch by then?

She was thinking while painting. Fortunately, she had good painting skills, and Song Mingcai's portrait looked like a tender beauty in her hands.

Song Zhiyu leaned over and blew lightly on the portrait, looking at her painting with a smile on her lips.

"Just give this painting to the Turks."

Su Zhihan opened her eyes wide. She had been watching Song Zhiyu painting just now, and now Song Zhiyu's words also let her know her master's intention.

She originally wanted to persuade her, but then she thought, if Song Mingcai hadn't been coming to provoke her master, the princess would not have acted like this.

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Inside the royal study.

Khan sat on the wooden chair, looked at Song Tingjin, and said proudly: "The Great Rong Dynasty is really good, I like it very much!"

"Khan likes to get better, but I don't know why Khan came here today?" Song Tingjin asked with a slight nod and a smile.

"I heard that you also have a princess who is more beautiful than the portrait you sent. I came here today to choose a princess with Turk and relatives."

Hearing this, Song Tingjin's smile froze slightly, and a bad premonition arose in his heart. He laughed dryly, "Then who is the person that Khan likes?"

"Oh, I also found out the name clearly. That beauty is called Song Mingcai!"

As soon as these words came out, Song Tingjin was stunned for a moment and turned pale. He did not expect that the Turks would ask for Song Mingcai to be sent there.

"Khan, actually there are other princesses as well, why don't I let you take a look at the other ones?"

The Khan was dissatisfied with these words. He frowned, his eyes were full of evil, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "What does the Emperor Dairong mean?"

Cold sweat broke out on Song Tingjin's forehead. He gritted his teeth, not knowing how to respond to Khan.

Just when Khan was about to continue to make things difficult for Song Tingjin to change his marriage list, a man suddenly broke in and whispered something in his ear.

Khan's expression suddenly changed, he stood up and said goodbye to Song Tingjin in a hurry.

Watching Khan leave, Song Tingjin staggered back a few steps. He put his hands on the back of the chair, veins popped out on the back of his hands. He didn't know what to do for a while.

It was impossible for him to hand over Song Mingcai, but Khan would definitely not give up if he had not seen Song Mingcai.

"Brother Royal!"

A sweet voice came, and Song Tingjin came back to his senses and looked around. He saw Song Mingcai with tears in his eyes, holding his hand on the door and looking at him.

Seeing this, Song Tingjin knew that Song Mingcai already knew about this matter.

Song Mingcaisulai was in fragile health, so he often accommodated himself because of this.

He strode forward, took Song Mingcai's hand, pulled her into his arms, and closed the door of the imperial study.

Song Tingjin put his chin on the top of her head, suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "How do they know you exist?"

He clearly remembered that he did not reveal the existence of Song Mingcai in front of the Turks, so how could the Turks know about it.

"Brother Imperial, some people said that they saw the palace maid next to Song Zhiyu doing it! It means that Song Zhiyu must have done this on purpose!"

As she spoke, Song Mingcai burst into tears. She sobbed, tears fell down her face, but her eyes were filled with fierceness. "Song Zhiyu, I will not be a human being unless I take revenge for this!"

Song Tingjin was already angry, but now with Song Mingcai's tears, a fire was burning in his heart.

He stabilized his mind, coaxed Song Mingcai back to his palace with a few words in a low voice, and then strode towards Fanghua Palace with a calm face.

"Princess, the emperor is here!"

Su Zhihan grabbed his hand nervously and looked at Song Zhiyu with worried eyes, but the latter kept looking at himself in the brass mirror as if nothing happened.

"Song Zhiyu!"

Song Tingjin shouted loudly, and before he even entered the door, the people inside had already heard his voice.

Song Zhiyu stood up calmly, turned around and straightened her back to look over, looking at Song Tingjin who was full of anger, and said quietly: "Why is the emperor coming here this time?"

Song Tingjin's eyes were red, he clenched his teeth and strode in front of Song Zhiyu. He pointed his index finger at Song Zhiyu and scolded her angrily.

"Do you think that because I dare not touch you, you will become lawless? Who allowed you to let those Turks see Mingcai's portrait?!"

"What do you think this palace is doing? It turns out that it's because of this incident. It's just that I accidentally let them see it. Besides, brother Huang, you won't hand Song Mingcai over, right?"

Song Zhiyu raised her eyebrows and said lazily.

Her indifferent attitude and Khan's invisible threat made Song Tingjin's anger reach its peak.

He raised his hand, aimed it at Song Zhiyu's face, and swung it down hard, but his hand was caught in mid-air.

Song Tingjin's expression suddenly changed. His eyes fell on the petite hand holding his wrist. He gritted his teeth and tried to break free, but found that he couldn't break free at all!

He really didn't expect Song Zhiyu's strength to be so great. The strength of a seven-foot tall man could not be compared to that of a female prostitute!

If this matter spreads, where will his face be in the future?

A trace of sarcasm appeared on Song Zhiyu's face. Her eyes fell on Song Tingjin's abdomen, and a trace of ferocity overflowed from her eyes.

The next second, Song Zhiyu clenched her fist with one hand and punched Song Tingjin hard in the abdomen.

Song Tingjin is the emperor now, and he will have to pay court early in the future. It will definitely not work if it is left on his face, but what if it is somewhere where others cannot see it?

She raised the corners of her mouth and loosened her grip on Song Tingjin, who couldn't help but bend down and cover his stomach in pain.

"Don't ask for trouble. If the Turks don't want to hand over Song Mingcai, they can find a way to solve it themselves. But it's best not to pay attention to this palace, otherwise it won't be as simple as punching each other in the abdomen like today."

Song Zhiyu said softly, looking sideways at Su Zhihan: "Come and see the emperor out of Fanghua Palace."

Su Zhihan blinked and recovered from the shock.