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

Song Zhiyu was wearing a complicated dress and stood there with an indifferent expression. The weather was perfect today, there was no snow at all, and a ray of warm sunshine shone on her shoulders.

"Princess, everything is ready." Su Zhihan trotted to Song Zhiyu's side and whispered in her ear, his eyes flashing with joy.

The corners of Song Zhiyu's lips raised slightly. Her eyes fell on Song Mingcai, who had just arrived at the scene. She was thinking about watching a show. She wanted to see how Song Mingcai and Song Tingjin would resolve this time.

Song Mingcai was walking when she suddenly felt a turbulent feeling in her abdomen, and nausea came to her heart. Her face turned pale for a moment, and she twirled the hem of her clothes with her fingers, resisting the nausea and planning to finish the canonization ceremony.

But her stomach didn't feel as she expected, and the nausea became stronger and stronger. Song Mingcai couldn't bear it anymore. She turned pale, stood there holding her chest and vomited directly to the floor at her feet.

"Princess!"

"Mingcai!"

Song Tingjin shouted subconsciously. He took a step forward and realized what he was doing now. He pursed his lips and looked worriedly at the charming figure at the canonization ceremony.

The palace maid held Song Mingcai in disbelief. She did not realize that Song Mingcai would vomit filth on the spot during the canonization ceremony.

Song Mingcai also realized that she was doomed this time. She wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, her face was very ugly, and she clasped her fingers on the palace maid's arm, as if she wanted to pull the flesh off the palace maid's arm.

"Take me and leave quickly!"

Song Mingcai gritted her teeth and said, she suddenly realized something and subconsciously looked in Song Zhiyu's direction.

I saw Song Zhiyu smiling at herself, opening and closing her red lips, and saying a few words to herself.

Song Mingcai immediately understood what Song Zhiyu said to her. Her pupils widened and her eyes were filled with anger, "Song Zhiyu!"

She left the scene in embarrassment with the palace maid, and all the officials looked at each other, not knowing what to say about this scene.

The quick-thinking officials immediately recalled the news that Song Mingcai was pregnant in the palace, and their faces instantly became extremely ugly.

I thought those were just rumors before, but now it seems they are solid.

Meng Qiuhe was the first to stand up. He was already on the same side as Song Zhiyu. Seeing Song Tingjin's behavior, he was unhappy with Song Mingcai. This time Song Mingcai had harmed the royal family's face, and he must strictly stop this behavior.

"Your Majesty, Emperor Yuanshou is indeed pregnant with a child this time. The previous rumors are not rumors. She is pregnant with a child before she leaves the court, and her biological father is not known. If this rumor spreads, it will definitely damage the royal family's face. Where should the royal family's face be put?

!?"

As soon as these words came out, many ministers agreed. They all felt that what Song Mingcai did this time was really too much.

Song Tingjin looked at the noisy scene in front of him and pressed his temples with a headache. He couldn't stand up now and claim that he was the biological father of the fetus in his belly.

If it happens, Song Mingcai will be put to death.

Seeing that Song Tingjin was still silent, Meng Qiuhe's eyebrows trembled. Knowing that Song Tingjin had a lot of worries, he felt a little cold towards Song Tingjin in his heart.

"Your Majesty! Please be sure to deal with the Head of State, Di Ji, and give an explanation. Otherwise, what should we do if everyone does this in the future!?"

Song Tingjin looked ugly and glared at Meng Qiuhe fiercely. Meng Qiuhe had only threatened him before, but now he incited the court ministers to let him punish Song Mingcai.

He was very unhappy, but they were not reasonable in this matter, so he could only take it lightly.