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

What Song Zhiyu didn't expect was that Song Tingjin seemed to have forgotten the past and was organizing a birthday banquet for herself as usual, and looked like he was planning to throw a grand party for himself.

She was puzzled for a long time, but she didn't think too much about it, just keeping an eye on it.

At the birthday party.

Song Zhiyu arrived, she lowered her head slightly, walked to her own seat calmly and sat down, turned to Song Tingjin and nodded slightly: "Brother Emperor."

"You're here." Song Tingjin responded.

Song Zhiyu did not answer the words. She looked around, with a hint of surprise in her eyes. She did not expect that Song Tingjin would just organize a birthday party for her, but actually hold a big one.

But the more he behaved like this, the more wary Song Zhiyu became, fearing that Song Tingjin would come up with some crooked idea again.

"There have been rumors from the outside that the relationship between the Emperor and Emperor Maode is very deep. Today, when we saw each other, it turned out that we are really close to each other as brothers and sisters."

With a smile on his lips, Song Tingjin looked up and laughed. He glanced at Song Zhiyu with a pair of smiling eyes and said warmly: "My sister is usually very smart and she often comes up with things that catch me off guard.

Make me love and hate you at the same time."

Song Zhiyu changed slightly, but did not speak. She knew clearly that Song Tingjin was talking about the previous incident.

Fortunately, the minister did not understand the intrigue between them, and what Song Tingjin said was purely the helplessness and doting of the elder brother towards his younger sister.

Except for the beginning, Song Tingjin continued to praise Song Zhiyu, some of which were so false that Song Zhiyu couldn't stand it anymore. She tried to interrupt Song Tingjin again and again, but failed to find a suitable opportunity.

She felt strange, but didn't know where to start.

"What is Di Ji thinking?"

The deep voice brought Song Zhiyu back from her thoughts. She blinked, turned to look at the person aside, and saw him falling next to her.

"The Imperial Master looks good today. Could it be that something happy happened to him?"

Zuo Qiutan shook his head and did not respond to Song Zhiyu's words.

The latter didn't mind this either. Today was her birthday banquet, so the procedures before the banquet still had to be followed.

She slowly got up from the soft seat, straightened her appearance, and then took Su Zhihan to entertain those who came to the birthday banquet.

These people will play a huge role in her future attempts to conquer Song Tingjin's city. She must entertain them well and must not neglect them.

Zuo Qiutan didn't stay at his position for long. He had just returned from somewhere else when he saw a sneaky figure next to Song Zhiyu and his position.

Song Ying was very panicked. This was her first time doing this kind of thing.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the croton in her hand. She took a deep breath to calm down her mood and relieve the tension in her heart. She subconsciously looked around and saw that no one was looking at her. She poured all the croton into Song Zhiyu's food with shaking hands.

After doing all this, Song Ying picked up the spoon and stirred it for a while, feeling happy and proud in her heart.

She raised a sneer and murmured: "Would this make Song Zhiyu lose face at her birthday party?"

Thinking of that scene, Song Ying couldn't help but chuckle in a low voice. She was resentful and had been bullied by Song Zhiyu before, so she had been looking for opportunities to take revenge.

Now, she finally found a perfect opportunity.

Song Ying didn't dare to stay in her position for too long, so she quickly picked up her skirt and left.

Zuo Qiutan lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covering the emotion in his eyes. Just as he was about to do something, Song Zhiyu came back.