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

Seeing this, Song Mingcai quickly calmed down Song Tingjin's anger. She stroked Song Tingjin's arm, trying to make Song Tingjin's anger disappear in this way.

"Brother, you must not get angry with such a vicious woman."

Song Tingjin turned his head and looked at Song Mingcai's beautiful face, which revealed the emotion of being unfair to him. Deep in his heart, he felt soft. Half of the anger in his heart dissipated, and he pinched her cheek with his hand.

"In the end, you are the one who cares about me the most and cares about me the most!" Song Tingjin couldn't help but sigh. Sitting on this throne, he had been immersed in debauchery for a long time. He had long forgotten that sitting on this throne represented a very great danger.

Song Mingcai lowered his head slightly, at an angle that he couldn't see, his lips raised, and the depths of his eyes were full of calculations.

The winner of this plan can only be her, Song Mingcai, Song Zhiyu, Song Zhiyu, your good days are coming to an end.

At this moment, the door of Tan Que's house was suddenly opened, and she was so frightened that she threw the embroidery in her hand out. She turned around and saw Deshun, and her beautiful face immediately showed displeasure.

"Deshun, what are you doing so recklessly? If you scare the child in my belly, can you bear the responsibility?"

Deshun lowered his head and chuckled. He rubbed his palms and his tone was respectful, but his words made people feel chilled all over. "Empress, oh no, you are no longer the empress now."

After speaking, Deshun's face suddenly turned gloomy and his smile disappeared, "You are really vicious! The emperor has only been alive for a few days, but you dared to poison the emperor's tea!"

Tan Que's face turned pale for a moment. She held her waist and quickly defended, "How could it be possible? I took care of the emperor's condition single-handedly. How could I do anything to the emperor? Then what did I want to do before?"

She bit her lower lip, not able to believe what she heard.

"You don't have to quibble. Because of the dragon heir in your belly, the emperor was merciful and let you live. It's just a relegation to the cold palace. Otherwise, according to your crime, your head will be chopped off!"

This blow was like thunder striking Tan Que's body, and she staggered. Seeing this, the palace maid on the side quickly stepped forward to support Tan Que. She felt very distressed when she saw her master's pale face.

Now the master is staying here because of the discomforts of pregnancy. If the time comes to reach the cold palace, what will happen?!

She looked at Deshun and couldn't help but beg: "Sir, please do me a favor and ask the emperor to worry about the child in the mother's belly. Now that Long Si is only six months old, he simply can't bear to go through such trouble."

"This is not something I can decide. I can only blame your master for wanting to harm the emperor!"

Deshun would not agree to her words. As long as Tan Que was eliminated, the threat to Song Mingcai would be reduced, and Song Mingcai would be safer.

He put away his sleeves and looked around the room with a cold face, "I advise you to clean up as soon as possible to avoid going to the cold palace later. Don't say that this is not enough for what is needed."

After saying that, Deshun walked outside the house and waited at the door for Tan Que to finish packing everything.

Tan Que stood there for a long time, and when the maids had almost finished cleaning up, she finally came back to her senses.

She sniffed and suddenly felt that she had been foolish to plead with Song Zhiyu on behalf of Song Tingjin. Since ancient times, the emperor had no intention. During that time, she spent most of her time in the Qiankun Palace, just to take good care of Song Tingjin.

Now that she got this result, she was heartbroken.

The news of Tan Que entering the palace was widely spread.

She had a dragon heir first, and only a few months after being pampered, there was a signal that she would be thrown into the cold palace. Everyone felt that the process during this period was too strange.

When Shen Jiaojiao resumed her position, she naturally chose to stay put for the time being. It wasn't until news of Tan Que's entry into the palace came out that she began to think of a solution.

She understood that Tan Que was Song Zhiyu's subordinate. Now that Tan Que was in the cold palace, Song Zhiyu must not know about it outside the palace. She needed to be informed of this matter.

Finding a pigeon, Shen Jiaojiao wrote down all the events in the palace in the past two days on a piece of paper, then stuffed it into the pigeon's legs and picked it up.

When she came to the window, Shen Jiaojiao pointed out the window and threw the pigeon into the air, watching the pigeon flutter away.

Zuo Qiutan stood in the yard, staring blankly at the cluster of flowers in the yard that Su Zhihan carefully tended.

He remembered that Song Zhiyu liked these flowers, so Su Zhihan deliberately planted this cluster of flowers in the yard, just to make Song Zhiyu feel comfortable.

Now that he has gone to Hanlin Academy, I don’t know if he is infected now. His heart seems to have stayed there and never came back.

He slowly raised his head and saw a pigeon hovering above his head. His eyes followed the pigeon's swing and gradually moved to the railing not far away.

Zuo Qiutan strode over, stood in front of the railing, pressed the dove firmly on the railing, and took off the creed from the pigeon's leg with his other hand.

He opened the creed with his slender fingers and quickly read the contents inside, but his brows furrowed tightly.

Now that Song Zhiyu is in the Hanlin Bachelor's Mansion, she has no knowledge about the imperial palace. Even if she knew about it, she would not be able to get out of the Hanlin Bachelor's Mansion.