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

Ignoring Song Tingjin, Song Zhiyu smiled meaningfully.

"You have an affair with Song Mingcai, so you asked your biological sister to marry her instead. I don't agree, so you will punish me according to her wishes, right? My dear brother!"

Song Tingjin looked a little worried. Before he could say anything, Song Mingcai, who had already packed himself up, walked up to Song Zhiyu.

Looking at Song Zhiyu, who was thin and pale but still elegant, a flash of displeasure flashed in Song Mingcai's eyes. Song Zhiyu shouldn't be like this, she should be stepped on by her!

And what Song Zhiyu just said, it seems that she already knows the truth. In this case, why not let her follow the trend!

"What did sister say? This has nothing to do with the emperor. It's obviously sister you..."

She seemed to be unable to speak, mumbling, mumbling, and being secretive while speaking. It was all Song Zhiyu's fault!

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Zhiyu's slap also fell, and Song Mingcai's slap-sized face instantly became red and swollen.

Covering his face, Song Mingcai looked shocked. He didn't expect that Song Zhiyu, who was usually at his mercy, would actually take action now!

Realizing what happened, Song Mingcai was furious. He didn't expect that Song Zhiyu, who was stepped on by him, would actually hit him now!

A fierce look flashed in her eyes, she covered her face and retreated hastily. Lihua ran behind Song Tingjin in the rain, with fear on her face!

She knew that this man would protect her!

So what if Song Zhiyu and this man have the same mother? She just wants Song Zhiyu to know that in this man's heart, Song Zhiyu means nothing!

Feeling the sting on his cheek, Song Mingcai pursed his lips and said nothing, waiting for Song Tingjin's reaction.

As Song Mingcai expected, Song Tingjin could barely maintain his anger. How dare Song Zhiyu! He is the emperor! Touch his people in front of him!

Song Zhiyu blew on her painful palms: "Brother Emperor, why are you pretending?"

"What are you talking about, Yu'er!" he asked with a stiff face.

"You have an affair with Song Mingcai. If word spreads, my father's face will be completely embarrassed by you!"

Song Zhiyu's face was full of pity, and the ridicule and disdain in her eyes made Song Tingjin gnash his teeth!

"How dare you, kneel down! Do you know that insulting the Holy One is a capital offense?"

Song Tingjin could no longer hold back his anger. He walked into Song Zhiyu step by step, like an enraged lion, with a biting light in his eyes!

Song Zhiyu, on the other hand, was not afraid at all. The old god shook her head, raised the corners of her lips, and looked at the furious Song Tingjin and the crying Song Mingcai behind him, as if looking at two clowns!

"Kneel down?"

"Brother, have you forgotten? When my father was here, he gave me the gift of not having to kneel down in the palace!"

After saying that, he shook his head and looked at Song Tingjin who was walking towards him step by step with a pity look on his face, his face full of innocence.

"Why didn't I know that I insulted the emperor? What I said was obviously the truth!"

Stopping in front of Song Zhiyu, Song Tingjin laughed suddenly, like a poisonous snake, which made people feel cold in their hearts.

Caught off guard, Song Zhiyu was suddenly pinched by Song Tingjin's neck. Looking at Song Zhiyu, whose face was red due to suffocation, Song Tingjin smiled gloomily.

"Really? But, my father died suddenly, and now I am the emperor of the Great Rong Dynasty!"

"Now, I suspect that my father's sudden death is related to my sister. In this case, my sister, you deceive me and ignore me. You, please die!"

The late emperor actually thought of her at the last moment!

Obviously he is a man and should be a born emperor, but just because of a hexagram, the late emperor wanted to pass the throne to this woman!

He even split the tiger talisman into two for this woman!

He is not convinced!

The strength in his hand became stronger and stronger. Song Zhiyu gritted her teeth and used all her strength to hit his lower body!

The moment Song Tingjin let go, Song Zhiyu endured a strong physiological reaction, pulled out the hairpin from her head with her backhand, and stabbed Song Tingjin directly in the chest.

Song Tingjin, who was already suffering from the pain in his lower body, had no time to escape. He could only watch helplessly as Song Zhiyu took the hairpin and inserted it into his chest quickly and accurately!

He groaned, and when Song Zhiyu was about to take a step forward, he subconsciously pulled the person next to him forward!

Song Mingcai was shocked, he didn't expect Song Tingjin to do this!

Song Zhiyu was playing with the bloody hairpin in her hand. Seeing Song Tingjin letting Song Mingcai stand in front of her, she couldn't help but curl her lips and smile: "Thank you, Brother Huang, for your generous advice!"

Everything happened so fast, Song Zhiyu, who was originally controlled by him, actually hurt him!

Song Tingjin's face was pale. Seeing Song Zhiyu playing with the blood-stained hairpin as if nothing had happened, he actually felt a little scared!

I'm afraid I won't be so lucky next time!

He was afraid that Song Zhiyu's hairpin would poke into his chest again!

This made him secretly regretful, he would have eradicated it if he had known it!

What made him regret even more was that in order to have such an affair with Song Mingcai, he didn't leave anyone outside the imperial study room at all. He even sent secret guards out. Now that he had ended up like this, he had no choice but to go first.

Take it easy!

After all, he still wants to live!

Moreover, deal with her! The whole world belongs to him, will he still be afraid of killing her in the future?

He glanced at the hairpin in her hand, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and a smile appeared on his pale face, as if nothing had happened!

"This matter was caused by the Emperor's brother being careless. Please step aside first. The Emperor's brother will definitely give the Emperor an explanation!"

Song Mingcai had a sullen face and tugged on Song Tingjin's sleeves with some dissatisfaction, but Song Tingjin didn't want to say anything at this time. He just wanted Song Zhiyu to leave quickly. He needed an imperial doctor!

Understanding Song Tingjin's meaning, Song Zhiyu smiled on her equally pale face and stopped as soon as she was satisfied.

"Okay, Sister Huang, I'm just waiting for Brother Huang's explanation!"

Seeing Song Tingjin's "Why don't you give up" expression on his face, Song Zhiyu continued.

"Brother, the position of the Emperor is not yet popular, so don't ruin everything. It's not good to hear the news first, but it won't be good if it is said that beauty is a disaster."

His eyes swept over Song Mingcai, and after saying that, he turned around and left calmly.

After confirming that she had left, Song Tingjin immediately relaxed. The pain that followed made him even more miserable. He asked Song Mingcai to call the imperial doctor, but he kept staring at Song Zhiyu with sinister eyes!

After the imperial doctor left, Song Mingcai was a little confused about Song Tingjin's tolerance!

She didn't understand why he let Song Zhiyu go so easily when he was already the emperor of the Great Rong Dynasty and was hurt so much!

What made her even more intolerable was that just when Song Zhiyu was about to take action, Song Tingjin actually asked her to stand in front of him!

After returning from rebirth, she saved this man from many detours and sat on this lofty throne!

How much she paid to make him sit more securely!

Obviously it shouldn't be like this!

This man should love her dearly!

Looking at Song Tingjin, who was lying on the dragon bed with a pale face, she swallowed down her grievances.

"Brother, why did you endure it just now!"

"I always feel like something is wrong with her. Besides, didn't I tell Deshun to beat her to death? How come she's still intact?"

Song Tingjin kept silent about his fear just now, his brows were furrowed, and his face looked a little ugly, but even so, his tone of voice when speaking to Song Mingcai was still very gentle.

After hearing this, Song Mingcai stopped showing her temper and let go of her grievances. Her goal was very firm, which was to let Song Zhiyu finish playing.

"So what do we do now?"

"Go and tell people to have Deshun come!"