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

Song Zhiyu stayed in the room, leaning on the wooden table with her elbows and supporting her face with the back of her hands, playing with the ice cream on the table in a somewhat bored manner.

"Di Ji, please think carefully. If your reputation is ruined, it will be bad."

Song Zhiyu glanced at Shen Jiaojiao lightly, and said with a chuckle: "Concubine Shen actually cares about the reputation of this palace, but Concubine Shen is aware of this, but this palace just wants to take advantage of this incident to do something. When the time comes, Concubine Shen can You have to cooperate with me."

"Of course it will happen, Di Ji said straight away, and I will naturally help."

Shen Jiaojiao nodded. Song Zhiyu often helped her in the past. The two of them were already like grasshoppers on a rope, so they would naturally help.

Putting the ice cream into her mouth, Song Zhiyu thought for a moment and told Shen Jiaojiao all her thoughts in a low voice. There would be many places where Shen Jiaojiao's help would be needed later. It would be good for her to talk to Shen Jiaojiao in advance. Not a bad thing.

In the next few days, during the day, there would always be coquettish laughter in the two people's house. The slaves outside the house looked at each other, and one of the slaves could not suppress the gossip in his heart and quickly invited the others to chat together.

"Although Di Ji is a good womanizer, she is so blatant. It's still daytime!"

The slave specially emphasized the word "white day" to let others know the important point.

"Yeah, it's like this during the day... then it's going to be like this at night..."

At this point, the slave covered her mouth. She blinked and looked at those people, her eyes full of surprise.

As maids, apart from cleaning and serving their masters, they spend the rest of their time chatting and gossiping.

It was lunch time, and Song Zhiyu's story quickly spread in Qingshan Courtyard. Several of them were sitting at the dinner table, each with different expressions on their faces.

Shen Jiaojiao raised her eyes slightly and looked at the people around her. She held the handkerchief in her hand, keeping Song Zhiyu's advice in mind. She pursed her lips, pondered for a moment, raised her eyes to Song Zhiyu, and mentioned it softly.

"There is a lot of noise outside during this period, so Emperor Maode would do well to restrain herself."

"Controller? Concubine Shen has the courage to ask this palace to restrain herself, but is Concubine Shen qualified to ask this palace to restrain herself?!"

Song Zhiyu's eyes were full of sarcasm. She stared directly at Shen Jiaojiao, the sarcasm on her face not concealed.

Shen Jiaojiao's face looked ugly. She lowered her head and bit her lower lip hard, clenching her hands. She was very embarrassed about this. She didn't expect that Song Zhiyu would not give her face like this. This hit home right to the point!

The smell of gunpowder between the two was slightly strong. Song Mingcai was sitting nearby, so she could naturally smell it. She gently put down her chopsticks and watched Shen Jiaojiao's reaction calmly, with the corners of her mouth raised secretly.

It seemed like she had found a teammate who could help her.

The lunch ended unhappy, Song Zhiyu didn't even look at Shen Jiaojiao, she got up and left the main room.

Shen Jiao's delicate fingertips turned white. She sat in the same position without getting up. Her delicate face turned white with anger. She looked at the dishes and chopsticks on the table. The more she looked at them, the more she looked at them. Outsiders were present and immediately picked up the bowl and threw it to the ground.

The bowl collided fiercely with the ground, making a crisp sound, and the rice bowl shattered into pieces on the ground. Maybe it was not enough, so Shen Jiaojiao stepped on the ground hard.

"Hey, Concubine Shen, you must not do this!"

Song Mingcai hurriedly stopped her. She hurriedly walked to Shen Jiaojiao's side, stretched out her hand to hold Shen Jiaojiao's arm, and whispered softly: "The ground is full of debris. Let your maid clean it up. Concubine Shen stepped on it directly." , if these glass shards scratch the soles of your embroidered shoes and hurt your feet, that would be bad."

Shen Jiaojiao raised her head and glanced at Song Mingcai angrily, and said in a low voice: "I don't need you to care about me."