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

Thinking of this, Song Tingjin also looked away. He immediately gave Deshun a look. The latter understood and took Song Zhiyu to the household department.

Song Mingcai felt uneasy, so he followed him.

"Build a princess house?!"

Meng Qiuhe glanced at Deshun in disbelief, and then focused on Song Zhiyu. Thinking of the rumors during this period, his eyes were a little complicated.

Deshun nodded, glanced at Song Zhiyu, and repeated Song Tingjin's oral instructions in a sharp voice: "The Minister of the Ministry of Finance should give the money to Emperor Maode as early as possible."

"It's not that I don't want to give it, it's just that the money..." Meng Qiuhe was silent for a moment, then he shrugged and said helplessly, "It's just that I don't have the money to build a princess house for Emperor Maode."

Song Mingcai's eyes suddenly lit up, and she felt happy. Since she had no money, Song Zhiyu would definitely not be able to build a princess house, and she would not be able to fulfill her wish.

Before she could be happy for a while, she felt a gaze on her. Song Mingcai paused, turned around subconsciously, and saw Song Zhiyu looking at him with a half-smile.

Seeing this, Song Mingcai's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition emerged in his mind.

"In that case, I have to trouble my imperial sister to provide the money for the household department."

"Why!?" Song Mingcai immediately exploded. She didn't buy her nice jewelry and beautiful clothes. Why would she pay for Song Zhiyu to buy a princess house?

"Why? When I proposed it earlier, didn't the imperial sister agree quickly? Now that the Ministry of Household Affairs has no money, the emperor should be allowed to come up with it. Could it be that the imperial sister wants to break the contract?"

As soon as these words came out, Song Mingcai couldn't find a reason to refute for a while. Fortunately, Song Tingjin had given her a lot of gold, silver, jewelry and jewelry. She didn't squander it randomly, but hid it in her private treasury.

But the private treasury is for future emergency use.

Thinking of this, Song Mingcai's face felt painful. She had no choice but to take Song Zhiyu to Chunhe Palace and move out part of her private treasury and hand it to Song Zhiyu.

Su Zhihan went to pick it up and stood next to Song Zhiyu with his head lowered and counting the banknotes in his hands.

Looking at the stack of banknotes, Song Mingcai's heart seemed to be bleeding. She gritted her teeth and looked away, her mind calm. She turned her eyes to Song Zhiyu and saw her smiling and whispering something to Su Zhihan.

Seeing this, she even vomited blood, and finally got so angry that she directly chased him away.

"Since the imperial sister has taken these banknotes, why are you still staying in Chunhe Palace?"

Now that she had received the banknote, Song Zhiyu rarely argued with Song Mingcai about her outspokenness. She just smiled and left with Su Zhihan.

"Di Ji, this move of yours is really wonderful." Su Zhihan lowered his head and looked at the stack of silver notes in his arms, his eyes shining brightly.

This stack of silver notes was so heavy that she could hardly hold it! It was enough to prove how much these bank notes were worth.

Song Zhiyu's peach blossom eyes were filled with smiles. She turned her face slightly to look at Su Zhihan dancing, looking excited, and feeling very happy.

"You go and bring these banknotes back to Fanghua Palace first."

Su Zhihan responded repeatedly, but suddenly thought of something, and looked at Song Zhiyu in confusion: "My slave has gone back, what about you, Emperor Ji?"

"I still have some things to do in this palace, you don't have to worry about that." Song Zhiyu adjusted her sleeves and left with a normal expression.

I don't know why she started to crave ice cream again recently. Although she used to eat ice cream every day in Qingshan Courtyard, she rarely ate it after returning to Beijing because she had to deal with some things.

Song Zhiyu licked her lips, her desire for ice cream became more and more serious, and she walked faster and faster.

The bun on her head was a little messy. Song Zhiyu noticed it and quickly stretched out her hand to tidy up the bun, and her pace slowed down a bit.

Because of the ice cream, she almost forgot the rules. Previously, the issue of being a womanizer was still at the forefront. If there were rumors that she didn't follow the rules again, it would not end well for her in the future.

While thinking about these things, she walked towards the imperial dining room. Song Zhiyu was standing not far from the imperial dining room, and she saw Su Zhizhou standing at the door of the imperial dining room.

Song Zhiyu was stunned for a moment, but she didn't realize that Su Zhizhou would appear at the door of the imperial dining room.

His slender and strong body was blocking the door, leaving Song Zhiyu with nowhere to enter, but then she thought about something and her eyes flashed.

She had forgotten that she had not resolved the matter between Song Mingcai and Su Zhihan.

Thinking of this, Song Zhiyu was just about to take action when she saw Su Zhizhou preparing to leave here in large strides. Seeing this, Song Zhiyu felt a little anxious. She quickly lifted up her skirt and walked in the direction of Su Zhizhou.

When Su Zhizhou heard the movement, he looked up and saw a woman in red standing in front of him. He was slightly startled, and only then could he tell who was standing in front of him after seeing the woman's face clearly.

He saluted, nodded, and asked in confusion: "I wonder why the Emperor is looking for me..."

"Who are you? You just have a strange face, and you are also dressed in a strange way."

Song Zhiyu blinked, but fortunately she thought of her words when she came, so she asked in a correct tone.

"In Shimojuku Province."

Su Zhizhou thought of the rumors in the palace, paused, pursed his lips, and said all his thoughts: "Please let me work under Di Ji!"