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

Tan Que was slightly surprised, but she couldn't speculate too much on the other person's expression, so she just kept it in mind.

She smiled faintly and nodded slightly to apologize, "Since it's not the case, I'm admitting my mistake, so I'd like to apologize to you. I still have something else to do, so I won't say anything to you."

In the palace, relying on her charm skills and Song Zhiyu's blessing, Tan Que rarely had troubles, but today was the first time she had done so, and she felt very uncomfortable.

But the most important thing for Blind Eye is to quickly return to the palace and bring this news to Song Zhiyu.

The flying pigeon circled and finally landed firmly in front of the window. The person in the inner room heard the noise, turned around and walked slowly to the window. She smoothed the feathers of the pigeon and took out the letter from the mailbox on the pigeon's leg.

Picking up the creed with her fingertips, Song Zhiyu saw the contents inside clearly, and she was very surprised.

As soon as the front foot left, a person who looked exactly like Song Mingcai was admitted into the palace by the back foot. This is very strange when you think about it. In addition, coupled with the previous relationship between the two of them, no matter how you think about it, there is something weird in this.

"Prepare the car."

She came to the palace as quickly as possible and found the location of the imperial concubine based on other people's information.

Song Zhiyu had just stepped into the imperial garden when she heard a rustling sound not far away. She went to look for the sound of joy and saw a woman wearing a lake blue snow-rolled gauze standing in front of clusters of flowers.

Just by looking at her back, Song Zhiyu's first reaction was that of Song Mingcai, but the maid next to that woman was not surplus, and her temperament was completely different from Song Mingcai's.

She looked attentively and walked towards the woman with lotus steps. She raised her eyes slightly and said with a faint smile: "You are lucky, you look exactly like Yuanshou Emperor Ji, but on the second day after she left,

Then you came into the palace."

The woman turned around and looked around. The woman in front of her was dressed in rich clothes and must be a powerful person in the palace. But remembering her identity, the woman lowered her eyebrows and asked quietly, "You don't say hello to me when you see me?"

Song Zhiyu raised her eyebrows, a little surprised. She looked at the person in front of her curiously. Her lack of etiquette in the palace was already known to everyone in the palace.

The other party questioned her so confidently, which gave her a feeling that she didn't look like Song Mingcai.

"The Emperor does not have to perform any etiquette in the palace. This is the privilege given to the Emperor by the late Emperor."

Seeing this, Su Zhihan on the side immediately stood up to support Song Zhiyu. This was the first time she saw someone besides the emperor asking Song Zhiyu to salute her.

Song Zhiyu waved her hand. Her inner interest was rising, and she didn't care about these things anymore. She just wanted to ignore the fact that the other party didn't understand anything when he entered the palace for the first time.

She turned her peripheral vision to the flowers in front of them, and an idea flashed in her mind. She pointed at the cluster of roses with her green-white fingertips, and couldn't help but sigh: "Although these roses grow beautifully, they are just substitutes for roses."

"How is that possible?" The imperial concubine frowned and retorted subconsciously: "The rose flower shape is a thousand times more beautiful than the rose. In the eyes of thousands of people, the rose is more preferred. How can it be a substitute for the rose!"

Hearing that the imperial concubine was a little anxious in her words, Song Zhiyu's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning, and now she began to confirm the other party's identity.

"Although the flower shape is beautiful, what is its use? The world calls rose a rose. If your concubine can make people change the word rose back to rose, then this palace will not agree with the idea that rose is a substitute for rose."

The imperial concubine choked and stared angrily at Song Zhiyu. She wanted to refute, but she couldn't say anything.