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

Inside the royal study.

Song Mingcai, who was in good health, raised her eyes and looked at the man who belonged to her with a smile, and a sense of pride arose in her heart. Her man would definitely be able to support her in the position of Queen of God in the future.

Perhaps Song Mingcai's realization was too intense. Song Tingjin shrugged his shoulders and stared directly at Song Mingcai, with a meaningful smile on his lips.

The two have been together for a long time, how could Song Mingcai not understand the meaning of Song Tingjin's smile.

She glanced at Song Tingjin, her face slightly red: "Don't be ashamed! This is the Imperial Study Room!"

"Why are you so shy? Haven't you been there before?"

Song Mingcai had nothing to do with Song Tingjin's words. She walked to Song Tingjin, sat down on his lap, stretched out her arms to wrap around his neck, raised her little face and bit Song Tingjin's chin.

"Brother, how will Song Zhiyu deal with it now?"

When Song Zhiyu was mentioned, the interest in Song Tingjin's eyes dropped a bit. He rubbed Song Mingcai's soft waist and said hoarsely: "In my opinion, Song Zhiyu has reached her age."

Hearing this, Song Mingcai blinked and realized what Song Tingjin meant. She arched her eyebrows and said softly: "Brother, do you want to quickly choose a husband for Song Zhiyu?"

Song Tingjin nodded slightly. He pondered for a moment before talking about his request for Song Zhiyu's future husband.

"You definitely can't find someone with high power. If you want to find someone, you have to find someone from us. Otherwise, I won't be able to bear Song Zhiyu's whispers in his ears in the future."

"Brother, do you have anyone to choose at the moment?"

"without."

Having said this, Song Tingjin had a headache. Although he had thought of this plan, there was currently no suitable candidate for him to choose.

Song Mingcai looked down, but she thought of a suitable candidate in her heart. She lowered her eyelids, with a hint of calculation in her eyes.

She raised her face to look at Song Tingjin, teasing her with seductive eyes, but when Song Tingjin leaned closer and pressed his lips against hers, Song Mingcai gently pushed him away.

"What are you doing?" Song Tingjin was unhappy, and everyone was in a bad mood.

"Brother, there's no need to be so impatient. I still have some things to do, and you can't delay me with your desk full of discounts."

Song Mingcai advised softly, her goal is not to be a witch concubine, she wants to be the master of the harem!

But when he left, he still planted a kiss on Song Tingjin's face.

As soon as she left, she immediately arranged for the people around her to bring Jue Qingchen over.

Before coming to the study, Song Mingcai saw Jue Qingchen appearing in the palace. After a little inquiry, he could find out where he was in the palace.

Song Mingcai sat under the pavilion with a cup of hot tea in front of her. She gently pressed the tea lid to the water, quietly waiting for Jue Qingchen's arrival.

"I heard that Emperor Yuanshou is looking for a minister."

Song Mingcai lazily raised his eyes and saw that Jue Qingchen had walked in front of him and saw him saluting to him.

She chuckled lightly, supporting her chin with her hand, her eyes sparkling: "Do you know that the emperor is planning to choose a husband for Emperor Maode?"

Jue Qingchen's eyes flashed and she shook her head slightly.

"Then can you do something for me? Go and help me win the heart of Emperor Maode. As long as you win her heart, she will definitely marry you and leave the palace with you."

Hearing this, Jue Qingchen frowned instantly, pursed his lips, and said in a cold voice: "Di Ji, I'm afraid there's something wrong with this, right?"

Song Mingcai bit his lower lip lightly, looking pitiful.