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

Hearing this, Song Mingcai's face changed drastically. She subconsciously glanced at the chicken soup she drank and asked with a very ugly face.

"What do you mean!?"

"It means that I feel that there is not enough ingredients in this chicken soup, so I added some ingredients in it." Song Zhiyu raised her delicate lips, her eyes were full of coldness, she put her hands on the wooden table and took a look, her peach blossom eyes were straight.

Staring at Song Mingcai slyly.

She stared at it for a long time. After a while, Song Zhiyu suddenly laughed. She raised her eyebrows and asked with a smile, "Do you still think this chicken soup tastes good?"

"Brother Huang won't let you go if you do this!"

Song Zhiyu shrugged indifferently and expressed that she was indifferent to Song Mingcai's threat.

"Now that I have taken action, I have already thought of a way out."

I thought that after Song Tingjin moved out, Song Zhiyu would at least panic and hand over the antidote to her, but she didn't expect that Song Zhiyu had even thought of a way out.

A fear of death surged into her heart. Song Mingcai sat there in disbelief, her face extremely pale. She sniffed and immediately stretched out her hand to grab the hem of Song Zhiyu's clothes, looking pitiful.

"Sister, I don't want to die, give me the antidote!"

Seeing that Song Mingcai was still looking pitiful after he arrived, Song Zhiyu crossed her arms and tore off Song Mingcai's hand that was holding the hem of her clothes.

"Is this your attitude when asking for help?"

Hearing this, Song Mingzong bit his lower lip hard and didn't know what to do for a while.

But when I thought about the poison I had drunk, I felt very regretful. When I faced Song Zhiyu, I didn't face it with enough energy.

She took a deep breath and pondered for a moment, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of grievance in her heart. If Song Tingjin was in the palace, how could he let herself be so wronged!

Song Mingcai lifted up the hem of his skirt with both hands, knelt down on his knees, with a face full of humiliation, and begged Song Zhiyu for mercy, just so that Song Zhiyu could give him the antidote.

After watching Song Mingcai's excitement for a while, Song Zhiyu felt that it was almost enough, otherwise it would be counterproductive, so she handed a white meatball to Song Mingcai.

"This is the antidote."

Seeing Song Mingcai eagerly stuffing it into his mouth, Song Zhiyu curled her lips and smiled. She was really stupid for believing it!

Chicken soup is poisonous. She lied about it in order to make Song Mingcai learn a lesson. As for the antidote, of course it was also a lie!

Use the poison technique to deal with Song Ming? Tsk, she doesn't want to dirty her little cutie because of Song Mingcai!

"Song Mingcai, you'd better restrain yourself. Now in Qingshan Courtyard, I don't want to lose your temper. I just want to take a good break from the summer heat. If you provoke me again, don't blame me for being rude!"

Song Zhiyu's eyes flashed fiercely, and she looked at her coldly. She didn't get up and leave until Song Mingcai nodded.

She did not return to her house, but turned around and headed to Shen Jiaojiao's residence.

The latter had been waiting for Song Zhiyu's arrival for a long time. Now when she heard the noise, Shen Jiaojiao immediately stood at the door and took Song Zhiyu in.

"I have been waiting for you for a long time, and finally you are here."

Song Zhiyu smiled slightly at Shen Jiaojiao. She picked up the tea Shen Jiaojiao had prepared for herself, lowered her head and took a sip, and asked calmly: "Is it the Emperor's business?"

Shen Jiaojiao nodded in annoyance and told Song Zhiyu everything that happened in the harem.

"Even with Tan Que, the Emperor still has Song Mingcai more in his heart!"

There was a feeling of air in her chest. It was obvious that they were brothers and sisters, but it was not clear between them!

Especially that bitch Song Mingcai!

Thinking of Song Mingcai's pitiful appearance, Shen Jiaojiao's cheeks became more and more twisted. She abandoned the virtuous virtues she had learned and learned those despicable methods. It was somewhat effective at first, but Song Tingjin was quickly eliminated every time. Song Mingcai was recruited.

As time goes by, how can she obtain divine grace and stabilize her position!?

The person in front of her had previously spoken nicely in front of her father, saying that she would help her ascend to the throne, but since entering the palace, the number of incidents she has helped her in can be counted on one hand!

Shen Jiaojiao was a little angry. She hummed softly, and the temper she had hidden in her bones came out.

He walked around Song Zhiyu's body, walked to her, sat on the stool in front of Song Zhiyu, looked at Song Zhiyu, and patted the wooden table gently with one hand, feeling a little worried.

"Di Ji, although I trust you, the current situation makes me feel a little panicked."

Song Zhiyu drank the tea leisurely. When her throat was almost moistened by the tea, she lazily raised her eyes and looked directly at Shen Jiaojiao and asked in a deep voice.

"Concubine Shen, use your brain and think about who the emperor cares about most."

"Song Mingcai!"

Shen Jiaojiao thought for a moment and came to this result. She bit her lower lip and thought about the people in the harem. Even the newly promoted Tan Que, Shen Jiaojiao knew that she could not compare to Song Mingcai in Song Tingjin's heart.

"Since Concubine Shen knows that it's Song Mingcai, why doesn't Concubine Shen first aggrieve herself and imitate and study Song Mingcai's every move? How about being her substitute in the heart of the emperor?"