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

Instead of riding in a carriage, she walked and walked out of the palace step by step without anyone stopping her. This was the greatest right left to her by the late emperor, to enter and leave the palace freely!

In her previous life, she was afraid of bringing trouble to the late emperor and fearing that others would say that she had ruined the royal majesty, so she stayed in the palace and never exercised the privilege granted to her by the late emperor.

Now that she is back, what she has to do and the rights given to her by the late emperor are just right and a perfect match!

Not long after she left the palace, she realized that she was being followed. She narrowed her eyes slightly. Although she didn't know who it was, she thought it was just those people's subordinates.

She placed her fingers on both sides and tapped them slightly, and her head was moving rapidly.

In the end, the decision was made and the destination remained unchanged.

Along the way, Song Zhiyu didn't know the direction of Furong Pavilion, so she kept asking for directions. Although she dressed up, her feminine appearance was not concealed, which made the people who answered her look askance.

Women also want to go to brothels?

It wasn't until she looked up at the plaque that said Furong Pavilion that Song Zhiyu took a deep breath, held up her skirt, and strode in.

"Sir, you are..."

A woman covered in gauze and with a gorgeous face twisted her waist and walked in front of Song Zhiyu. She held up a thin fan and gently raised Song Zhiyu's chin to take a good look at Song Zhiyu's appearance.

She smiled lightly, raised her eyebrows, and said softly: "You are so young and your hair has not even grown yet. Why are you coming to Furong Pavilion?!"

Song Zhiyu smelled the faint smell of rouge and gouache in the air, frowned slightly, turned her face slightly, and said quietly: "Why can't you come?"

Her temperament aroused the woman's interest. The woman opened her red lips lightly and was about to continue teasing her when the madam's voice came over.

The woman curled her lips, but her money was in the hands of the madam, so she could only glance at Song Zhiyu and hurriedly turned around and left.

Without the harassment from the woman, Song Zhiyu felt much more comfortable. She exhaled heavily and thought about walking around the Furong Pavilion.

As soon as she passed a corridor, she saw a familiar person from the corner of her eye. Song Zhiyu was standing in the distance. When she took a closer look, she saw that it was the Minister of the Ministry of Industry. Song Zhiyu was stunned for a moment.

She quickly reacted and quickly turned around and strode away from the place, trying to stay away from his sight.

The consequences are completely different between being seen by someone following you and being seen by someone above the court!

However, the Minister of the Ministry of Industry seemed to have a feeling. He turned around and saw Song Zhiyu's back clearly, and he paused slightly.

He didn't understand why Song Zhiyu appeared here, but thinking about the previous confrontation between Song Zhiyu and Song Tingjin, he still followed him.

Only then did Song Zhiyu stop. She had not forgotten that the Minister of Industry was Song Tingjin's confidant.

If he really saw it, Song Tingjin would definitely know about his trip to Furong Pavilion.

She stood there, thinking briefly about what to do next.

"I wonder why a prostitute like Emperor Maodeji appears in Furong Pavilion?"

Song Zhiyu was stunned. She recognized the voice of the Minister of Industry. She sighed helplessly, knowing that she could not escape, so she turned around and looked up.

The corners of her mouth raised, but there was no smile at all in her eyes: "I didn't know that Shangshu would like to hang out in Furong Pavilion. This is a little different from the rumors."

The Minister of Industry choked up and was speechless. He glared angrily at Song Zhiyu and said nothing.

"Why did Emperor Maode change the subject like this? If I remember what I asked earlier, it seems that Emperor Ji has not answered me yet, right?"

Song Zhiyu smiled slightly, with a cold light in her eyes: "Of course I have something to do when I come here. As for what it is, it seems that it is not your responsibility, Minister."