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

The Minister of Industry was speechless. Due to his authority, he did not continue to say anything to Song Zhiyu. His eyes were slightly cloudy, and he thought of something and left with his hands behind his hands.

After leaving Furong Pavilion, he did not rush back to Shangshu's mansion, but waited quietly for half an hour, but Song Zhiyu did not come out yet.

After taking a look at the coachman who was standing respectfully, the Minister of Industry immediately gave orders to the coachman.

"Let's go to the palace!"

The eyes of the Minister of Industry were full of darkness. He knew that it was not that simple for Song Zhiyu to come to the Furong Pavilion. After all, if a prostitute didn't have that special hobby, why would she go there?

When he arrived at the palace, he walked in a hurry, knowing that Song Tingjin must be in the imperial study at this time.

"Your Majesty, the Minister of the Ministry of Industry wishes to see you."

With a high-pitched voice, Deshun walked up to Song Tingjin and whispered softly.

Song Tingjin's hand holding the brush paused, he put the brush down and nodded. Seeing this, the latter immediately dismissed the Minister of Works and came in.

Song Mingcai stayed beside Song Tingjin. She studied the ink carefully. Listening to what Deshun said, she lowered her eyes and looked at the inkstone thoughtfully.

What is the Minister of the Ministry of Industry doing here at this time?

"emperor!"

The Minister of Industry and Industry crossed the threshold and strode in. He quickly stood in front of Song Tingjin, saluted, and then told about his meeting with Song Zhiyu in the Furong Pavilion.

Hearing this, Song Tingjin frowned slightly. He was as puzzled as the Minister of Works about why Song Zhiyu went back there, and there was also surprise in his tone.

"Do you know why she went to Furong Pavilion?"

The Minister of the Ministry of Industry shook his head, thinking with a straight face about how he saw Song Zhiyu in the Furong Pavilion, he kept saying.

"I saw Emperor Maode appearing there in men's clothing, but there was nothing covering her face, otherwise I wouldn't have recognized it as Emperor Maode so quickly."

Both of them were confused about Song Zhiyu.

But Song Mingcai's eyes lit up. She had never found a way to deal with Song Zhiyu. Now, the opportunity has come!

"I have a plan, but I don't know if it's feasible or not."

Song Mingcai's sudden voice caused everyone present to look at her. Song Tingjin reached out and grabbed Song Mingcai's wrist without any cover in front of the Minister of Industry.

"Mingcai, what's the plan?"

Looking down at his caught wrist, Song Mingcai thought of the scene where he saw Song Tingjin and Tan Que falling in love, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.

She calmed down and told her plans one by one. Her eyes fell on the minister of the Ministry of Industry and smiled lightly.

"At that time, it will be necessary for the minister to impeach Emperor Maode in the imperial court."

As soon as these words came out, Song Tingjin's eyes lit up instantly, and he praised him repeatedly.

"Wonderful, if this is the case, people above the imperial court will definitely feel that Song Zhiyu loves women, is a good polisher, and does not tolerate worldliness. How can they tolerate it?"

In the Imperial Study Room, they were very excited about their plan, but Song Zhiyu was not doing so well at the moment!

After coming out of the Furong Pavilion, she felt a little uncomfortable. Spring turned to summer, and the heat was unbearable. The weather was already hot, and it happened that Song Zhiyu had more things to do during this time, and she often ran outside.

Therefore, when she returned to Fanghua Palace, she collapsed immediately. Su Zhihan, who had been waiting for her, was shocked when he saw her.

He hurriedly carried Song Zhiyu directly to the couch. He saw that Song Zhiyu's face was pale, and her delicate red lips were slightly dry. It suddenly became clear in her heart that Di Ji had suffered from heatstroke!

After knowing what was going on, Su Zhihan stopped panicking and asked the palace maid to come in and wait while she went to the small kitchen and made a bowl of heat-relieving soup!

She asked the waiting maid to step back. Although she felt sorry for Song Zhiyu, she had not woken up yet and she could not do anything. She could only keep fanning her side with her fan. This fan lasted all night!