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

"This palace knows that you don't want to do this, but if you don't do this, she will stay in the palace all day long to find trouble for this palace. This palace will be under her shadow all day long."

As she spoke, Song Mingcai covered her face with a handkerchief and cried. She peeked at Jue Qingchen's reaction from the corner of her eye, but saw that it was of no use. She couldn't help but frown lightly.

She thought for a while, gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, raised her eyes and said softly: "Are you really not willing to help me?"

Seeing her like this, Jue Qingchen felt a sense of irritation in his heart. In this life, when he woke up and saw Song Mingcai, plus the grace of saving his life, he simply couldn't shirk it!

Of course, it may also be a habit formed in a previous life!

He pinched his brow bones, looked at Song Mingcai's clear eyes, and had no choice but to agree softly, but in his heart he was thinking of finding a way to evade.

Hearing the noise, Song Zhiyu subconsciously raised her eyes and looked sharply, only to see a flying pigeon flapping its wings and stopping steadily in front of the window sill.

She was slightly startled and recognized that the flying pigeon was not the one between her and Zhou Sheng.

Song Zhiyu put down the delicate pastry in her hand, stood up and walked to the window sill. She lowered her eyes and took off the note from the bamboo tube tied around Fei Ge's ankle.

She unfolded the note and looked at it. When she saw the content inside, Song Zhiyu was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that Song Tingjin actually wanted to choose a husband for her!

Once she gets married and leaves the palace at this time, it will be difficult for her to win over Song Tingjin and the others.

But Song Zhiyu then thought about it and thought about who had passed this flying pigeon to her.

A figure gradually appeared in her mind. Her eyes flashed and she murmured in a low voice: "It can't be him."

When Su Zhihan happened to come back, a plan had already emerged in Song Zhiyu's mind. She asked Su Zhihan to find herself a plain clothes for going out.

"Is Di Ji ready to leave the palace?"

Song Zhiyu nodded. She threw the flying pigeon out of the window in front of Su Zhihan, held the note and burned it under the candlelight.

Su Zhihan naturally saw all this. Although she was quite curious, she didn't ask a few questions, but did everything Song Zhiyu ordered.

The carriage stopped, and Su Zhihan got out of the car first. She turned around and helped Song Zhiyu out of the car, and then took a direct look at the place she came to.

"Qing... brothel?!"

Su Zhihan was so surprised that she stuttered. She didn't expect that her master would take her to the brothel.

She turned around repeatedly to face Song Zhiyu and asked in disbelief: "Emperor Ji, why did you bring the slave to the brothel? Could it be that you want to sell the slave?"

Thinking that Song Zhiyu had been talking to him mysteriously today, the speculations in Su Zhihan's head became even more solid.

She sniffed, not caring about the rules of master and servant at this moment, looking at Song Zhiyu with tearful eyes, and there was a cry in her voice.

"Emperor Ji, if there is anything that I haven't done well in my daily life, you can just mention it. Can you please not sell this slave to this place?"

Song Zhiyu was stunned. Soon, she realized that she was a bit dumbfounded by Su Zhihan's reaction. Song Zhiyu smiled and shook her head, stretched out her index finger and lightly tapped Su Zhihan's forehead.

"What are you thinking about in your head?"

"Maybe you brought slaves here to sell them?"

"no."

Hearing this, Su Zhihan's eyes lit up instantly, he put away his tears, and happily followed Song Zhiyu into the brothel.