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

Song Mingcai was a little unhappy. She put down the things in her hands. Just when she was about to scold her, the palace maid walked up to her and whispered a few words.

As she listened, her eyes suddenly lit up. She turned around and asked with a smile: "Are you serious about this?"

"Seriously, I heard the maid next to Song Zhiyu mention it personally. This medicinal material must be from the previous batch of medicinal materials."

Song Mingcai also had an impression of the medicinal materials the palace maid mentioned. Those medicinal materials were obtained by Song Zhiyu using her own threats.

"In this case, you must quickly go to the imperial kitchen to see what kind of soup it is, and ask them to make an extra portion and exchange the two portions of soup."

Song Zhiyu naturally knows more than herself in some aspects. Since Song Zhiyu feels that it is very helpful to her, she cannot let Song Zhiyu have such an easy time.

The palace maid nodded and left in a hurry!

When Song Zhiyu got her portion of the soup, she sniffed her nose, smelled the taste, put down the soup, curled her lips and smiled, she had fallen into the trap!

A few days passed, but Song Mingcai gradually realized that something was wrong with him!

Especially at a banquet, she actually vomited in public. In front of those noble ladies, her face turned blue and red, and her face was very ugly!

Before she could find the imperial doctor to check, rumors about her had spread throughout the palace! This shocked many people in the palace.

Only Song Zhiyu, when she heard that Song Mingcai was pregnant, her eyes immediately filled with smiles and asked Su Zhihan to continue while she came outside Song Mingcai's palace.

"Princess Roufu?!"

As soon as the maid serving Song Mingcai opened the door, she saw Song Zhiyu standing at the door smiling and looking at her. She didn't react for a moment.

"Can your master be in there?"

The palace maid blinked, subconsciously fearful of Song Zhiyu, but more angry than ever. She had not forgotten who had killed her master, who was still bedridden.

"Yes." The maid bowed her head to Song Zhiyu and looked at her warily.

Song Zhiyu smiled lightly at this: "Don't be so nervous, I just want to come and see how our good sister is doing now."

"Princess, don't worry, my master is almost healed."

The palace maid lowered her head and refused immediately. She knew that Song Zhiyu wanted to come over and add insult to injury.

Hearing this, Song Zhiyu could tell that the palace maid did not want her to go in to see Song Mingcai, but she just wanted to visit her good sister today, and no one could stop her.

The palace maid stood at the door and refused to give way, so Song Zhiyu simply took a detour.

Ignoring the palace maid's reluctance, she raised her chin and walked in with lotus steps, without even giving the palace lady a serious look.

Song Zhiyu walked for a while, lazily raised her eyes and saw that the door of Song Mingcai's house was open. She was a little surprised that someone was actually visiting her at this time.

"Mingcai, how are you doing now?"

Song Mingcai's eyebrows were curved, and Yu Sun smiled lightly and whispered. When she heard the familiar voice, she was stunned for a moment. When she looked up, she saw that it was Song Zhiyu, and her face instantly turned bad.

But soon Song Mingcai's expression returned to normal. She tried to stand up and help Song Zhiyu, but Song Zhiyu held her back.

"You are so delicate and pregnant. If you salute me, what will others think of me if they see you?"

As the words pointed out, Song Mingcai's face darkened again, and he clenched his hands under the quilt quietly, digging his nails into his palms.

The next second, Song Mingcai stroked his belly with his hand, but there was a hint of viciousness in his eyes.