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

These words made Shen Jiaojiao choke, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.

Song Zhiyu did not give Shen Jiaojiao a chance to react. She continued to ask: "While staying in the harem during this period, is it possible that Concubine Shen did not notice the relationship between the emperor's brother and Emperor Yuanshou?"

As soon as these words came out, Shen Jiaojiao was stunned for a long time. After Song Zhiyu mentioned this, she remembered some of her past deeds in the palace.

Song Zhiyu kept staring at Shen Jiaojiao's expression. Seeing her somewhat shocked look, she knew that she had also thought of it.

She coughed lightly and continued without changing her expression: "Emperor Yuanshou is just an adopted daughter. You all know this too. The emperor's brother was reluctant to accept the concubine before. This is the main reason."

"Now Concubine Shen is here to answer this question. According to the current trend, Concubine Shen, are you sure you can deal with Song Mingcai alone? I think you have also experienced Song Mingcai's methods."

After being lectured by Song Zhiyu, Shen Jiaojiao gradually understood in her heart.

She looked slightly pale, pursed her delicate lips, and sighed softly: "I know this, so I won't act out of anger next time. What happened today is my fault."

After saying this, Shen Jiaojiao no longer stayed in Fanghua Palace, turned around and walked out quickly.

After entertaining Shen Jiaojiao, Song Zhiyu naturally had other things to do, and the people in her palace didn't care that they were here. She turned her head slightly and looked at Su Zhihan: "Are you all ready?"

"Of course Di Ji is ready. The carriage is already waiting. You are the only one left."

She got on the carriage, and after a while the carriage moved slowly. Song Zhiyu sat in the carriage, looking forward, sorting out what she had to do in the near future.

When she left the palace this time, she used the intention of leaving the palace to pray for blessings, and went to check on the situation at Zhou Sheng's side. By the way, she prayed that everything she did next would go smoothly, and that the people of the Great Rong Dynasty would be well.

Although she knew that praying for blessings was useless and that the talk of ghosts and gods was a lie, she still had to do a complete show.

on the way.

Song Zhiyu was discussing some topics with Su Zhihan in a low voice when the carriage suddenly stopped moving, making her frown.

Seeing this, Su Zhihan quickly opened the curtain and looked around, and saw a group of people wearing tattered clothes crowded outside. Su Zhizhou frowned and got off the carriage to check.

After a while, Song Zhiyu noticed that the carriage was being beaten. She opened the curtain of the window, lowered her eyebrows and looked at Su Zhihan outside, and said in a cold voice: "What on earth is going on."

"Back to Di Ji, this is just a group of refugees. As for why they are crowded, I don't know."

Hearing this, Song Zhiyu pursed her lips. She raised her eyes and looked at the crowded place of refugees not far away. She narrowed her eyes slightly and realized that something seemed wrong.

They kept pushing towards the middle, and in the middle was a woman. The woman was luxuriously dressed, with a round face, and her rich face was full of fear at the moment.

I guess she was a well-meaning noble lady who had never seen the horrors of refugees, so she kindly gave alms and got entangled by them!

Seeing that she was surrounded by refugees, Song Zhiyu immediately reacted.

"Su Zhihan, please bring someone to bring out the people in the refugee pile."

Although Su Zhihan was puzzled, he still took people in.

With the intimidating power of several guards, the refugees did not dare to do anything to the women surrounded by them. Looking at the guards, their faces were full of fear.