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

She turned sideways and nodded slightly to Song Tingjin: "Your Majesty, please come this way."

Song Tingjin gritted his teeth and glared at Song Zhiyu fiercely. He wanted to take revenge but could not find a suitable opportunity.

After repeated beatings, Song Tingjin had no choice but to give up. He snorted coldly, raised his chin, tossed his sleeves, and left with a serious face, no longer staying in Fanghua Palace.

"Princess, will the Emperor really not cause trouble for us if we do this?"

When Song Zhiyu saw Su Zhihan's face full of worry, her idea of ​​not wanting to explain instantly changed and she explained softly.

"He doesn't dare. In the eyes of outsiders, he is the emperor who loves his sister. How could he not want such a reputation?"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Su Zhihan went to deal with it, and she suddenly exclaimed.

Song Zhiyu frowned and strode towards the door. She stood aside, looking at what Su Zhihan was holding in his hand, and her face darkened.

I thought that Song Tingjin would not dare to give up, plus he would stop for a while after hitting a wall here, but unexpectedly, Song Mingcai also came to seek death.

"Princess, what should we do?!"

Su Zhihan was about to cry without tears while holding the lard rice. Even his previous self couldn't eat this food, let alone Song Zhiyu?

Thinking of this, she turned around and prepared to stride out the door.

"where you go?"

Su Zhihan turned around and said angrily: "It's okay for me to eat this lard rice. But if you can't, I have to go find reason with them!"

"It won't work even if you go."

Song Zhiyu said coldly, she thought of something, walked around Su Zhihan with a cold face, and strode towards the imperial dining room.

Su Zhihan was puzzled, but she was afraid that something would happen to Song Zhiyu, so she followed him in small steps carrying the bowl of rice soaked in lard.

The cook was washing the dishes when the door was suddenly slammed open. She was so frightened that her body trembled and her temper grew. She walked over with a dark face and planned to teach the visitor a lesson.

"Princess...Princess?!"

Song Zhiyu walked in with a cold face, and her eyes quickly locked on the cook in front of her. She felt that the cook in front of her looked familiar.

"Princess, the cook in front of you is responsible for our daily meals." Su Zhihan walked up to her and whispered beside her.

Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and the cook instantly knew that they were here to settle a score with her.

A lot of cold sweat suddenly broke out on her forehead, and the cook's hands were shaking a little. She calmed down, took a deep breath, and forced a smile on her lips.

She looked at Song Zhiyu and said, "Princess, I wonder why you are looking for this slave?"

"What happened?"

Song Zhiyu sneered, turned around, took out the lard-soaked rice brought by Su Zhihan from the serving plate, and threw it directly on the cook.

"If this kind of food were placed on you, would you be able to swallow it?!"

Looking at the lard soaked rice, the cook's heart skipped a beat. She laughed dryly and immediately explained: "Princess, I also heard that the lard soaked rice is nutritious to eat, so I prepared it for you."

"Then you eat these meals in front of me!"

"This..." The cook looked embarrassed, but she didn't dare to break out in front of Song Zhiyu.

She slowly squatted down and tried to pack up the rice in front of her, but the pile of lard rice fell to the ground, and the greasy rice flowed everywhere on the ground. It was disgusting to see.

"vomit!"

The cook was vomiting and cleaning it up, but she couldn't eat it no matter what.

Song Zhiyu sneered. She slowly squatted in front of the cook and looked at the cook's disgusted expression.

"Don't you think it's nutritious? Then you should eat it for me!"

She stretched out her hand and pinched the cook's chin with such force that the cook seemed to feel the sound of her own bones breaking.

Shrouded in pain, the cook's face turned pale with fright, and everything happened immediately.

"Princess, princess, please forgive me. Princess Jiarou ordered the slave to do these things. She threatened the slave. If the slave does not do it, she will find ways to torture the slave!"

The cook was forced to lift her chin, tears streaming down her face, and her nose was so frightened that snot flowed out.

She originally thought that she would just have to suffer the consequences, but Song Zhiyu was not a soft-hearted person.

She raised the corners of her mouth slightly, smiled at the cook, and said with a chuckle: "So that's how it is." At the same time, Song Zhiyu released her restraint on the cook.

Just when the cook thought Song Zhiyu had let her go, she felt severe pain in her hand the next second, and then she fell unconscious.

Then, Song Zhiyu walked out of the imperial dining room. She frowned and took a handkerchief to clean her hands.

"Princess, now..."

Before Su Zhihan finished speaking, Song Zhiyu immediately interrupted: "Go directly to Song Mingcai to deal with it."

In the past few days, Song Zhiyu had been having headaches due to big and small things, but now this lard soaked rice was like a poison, directly igniting Song Zhiyu's fire.

She stood at the door. Before she opened the door, she heard the sound of laughter and laughter inside. Song Zhiyu's face darkened. She knew that Song Tingjin was also inside.

The biting cold wind blew against Song Zhiyu's cheeks, making her calm down a little. She pushed open the wooden door, and the laughter in the house stopped abruptly because of her move.

Song Mingcai saw out of the corner of his eye that it was Song Zhiyu, and there was a trace of unknown fire in his eyes. Every time something good happened, Song Zhiyu, a bitch, would come to destroy it!

Song Tingjin's face turned pale. He turned around and saw Song Zhiyu, forgetting that he had been taught a lesson by Song Zhiyu not long ago.

"Song Zhiyu, this is the second time!"

He gritted his teeth and stared at her, veins popping out on his forehead.

Everyone present knew what the first time meant. Song Zhiyu did not respond. She stepped forward and stood in front of the two of them.

Song Tingjin subconsciously protected Song Mingcai behind him, but the latter grabbed Song Tingjin's arm.

Song Tingjin turned around and silently gestured to Song Mingcai, "What are you going to do?"

Song Mingcai shook her head gently at Song Tingjin and walked up to Song Tingjin in small steps. She raised her little face, which was full of weakness.

"Sister, you must have come here today because of something, but isn't it bad for you to just barge in like this?"

"It's not necessary for you."

After saying this, before Song Mingcai could react, the things in front of him spun around a few times, and then, something cold was pressed against his neck.

She quickly realized what was on her neck, and her body trembled in shock. Song Mingcai glanced at Song Zhiyu from the corner of his eye, swallowed his saliva and said, "How dare you?!"

"Although you have to pay with your life if you hurt someone, it's still okay if you scratch your face."

Song Zhiyu moved the dagger from Song Mingcai's neck to her face, and gently slapped Song Mingcai's face with the dagger.

"Song Zhiyu! Come to me whatever you want to do, don't hurt her!"

Song Tingjin was so anxious that he wanted to step forward and snatch the dagger away, but he knew Song Zhiyu's strength and was afraid that they would accidentally injure Song Mingcai during the fight.

"Simple, as long as you meet the conditions of this palace." Song Zhiyu glanced at Song Mingcai lightly and raised her eyebrows: "Of course I will let her go and I won't hurt her at all, but it depends on your sincerity.

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