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

At this mention, Song Zhiyu was curious about who this woman was.

In his previous life, his innocence was ruined because a woman went to marry the Turks on his behalf, but she died suddenly later, and he did not know what the woman's name was until his death.

The delicate and delicious pastry was tasteless before this incident. Song Zhiyu put down the pastry, slowly wiped her fingertips, and immediately stood up and walked out of the hall.

Looking at the palace people coming and going outside the palace, Song Zhiyu narrowed her eyes slightly and began to search the crowd!

Until she saw the palace maid who had a different intention, Song Zhiyu seemed to lift the palace maid out with a finger. Seeing the ecstatic look on the palace maid's face, Song Zhiyu smiled and asked her to leave with her!

Looking at Song Zhiyu's back, Yu'er secretly rejoiced that no one had noticed her. Finally, she came to her side. Thinking of the reward she was about to receive, she couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

After finding the palace where the princess lived, Song Zhiyu stood in front of the door and asked the people around her to knock on the door.

The door was quickly opened, and a noble woman in plain white brocade clothes appeared in front of Song Zhiyu. She knew at a glance that the woman in front of her was the person who was preparing to marry the Turks.

She raised the corner of her mouth and nodded slightly to the woman, as a greeting.

But the woman was not so friendly to Song Zhiyu. She glared hard at Song Zhiyu, with a hint of hatred in her eyes. She tightened the gauze around her legs and asked sternly: "I wonder why my sister came here?"

Song Zhiyu was stunned for a moment. She didn't remember seeing this woman, but she didn't understand why she was so hostile to her.

"Just come and take a look."

The woman sneered when she heard this and looked at Song Zhiyu coldly, "If my sister is here to see a joke, then Song Ying will not accompany me."

Song Ying did not intend to continue to struggle with Song Zhiyu here. She took a few steps forward, forcing Song Zhiyu to retreat. Before Song Zhiyu could react, Song Ying closed the door forcefully.

Dust was flying, and Song Zhiyu coughed a few times and staggered back a few steps.

Song Zhiyu frowned, wondering when she had offended her.

Today she just came over to see who the marriage partner was. If possible, she would find a way to ruin the marriage. But now that she was treated like this, Song Zhiyu's mood was completely destroyed. She walked away with a cold face, rolled up her sleeves and strode away.

…

Su Zhihan knew that Song Zhiyu's appetite had become worse in recent days. Coupled with the recent changes, Song Zhiyu had also lost a lot of weight, which made him feel distressed when he saw her.

Holding the plate of snacks in her hand, she walked through the corridor and passed the maid's office when she vaguely heard the words Song Mingcai.

Su Zhihan slowed down and leaned aside carefully, his ears slowly perked up, and he listened carefully to what the maids were saying.

"Recently, I saw that Princess Mingcai was very close to the emperor's adopted sister. Previously, the two of them had never met each other."

"Is it the newly canonized princess? This is strange."

Su Zhihan didn't listen to what the palace maid said behind her. All she could think about was how close Song Ying and Song Mingcai were.

"No, Song Mingcai was enough for the master to deal with. Now that Song Ying is here, the master will be distracted." Su Zhihan murmured in a low voice.

The more she felt that this matter was not that simple, so she immediately left with the snacks based on her eagerness to protect the Lord.

"Princess! It's not good."

Before the door was opened, Song Zhiyu heard Su Zhihan's call. She rubbed her brow bones helplessly and looked at the opened door in front of her. She couldn't help but frown, "What's wrong with that?"

Su Zhihan panted, turned to Song Zhiyu, and immediately told Song Zhiyu everything he had just heard.

"Princess, I now feel that you must be careful about Song Ying and Song Mingcai in recent days. If I think that the two of them have close contact, I will definitely do something detrimental to you."

Song Zhiyu's already frowned brows deepened. She pursed her lips slightly. She had been worrying more and more recently, and she felt like she had a headache.

She rubbed her temples again, and Su Zhihan saw this scene.

"Princess slave will help you rub it."

She twisted the hem of her skirt and walked behind Song Zhiyu. She placed her rough fingers on Song Zhiyu's temples and rubbed them gently.

"It's quite comfortable to press." Song Zhiyu slowly closed her eyes, enjoying the moment.

Sudden.

Song Zhiyu opened her eyes and looked somewhere coldly.

Su Zhihan, who was supposed to be massaging her, saw this and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. She followed Song Zhiyu's line of sight and saw nothing.

"Princess, what's wrong?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a gust of wind came from behind Su Zhihan. Song Zhiyu in front of her reacted quickly, grabbed Su Zhihan's arm and pulled her in her direction.

At the same time, she kicked her left foot into the wind. Song Zhiyu's eyes were filled with fierceness. She had exerted enough strength in this kick.

"Well!"

A female voice came out, and a woman in plain clothes appeared in front of the two of them. Su Zhihan was stunned for a long time before he reacted.

"Song Ying!?"

Song Zhiyu protected Su Zhihan with a cold face and felt a little confused. She asked coldly, "Why did you want to assassinate me?"

"Why?" Song Ying seemed to have heard a big joke. She raised her head and laughed. There was a trace of tears in her beautiful eyes, which also contained viciousness.

"Because of you, I was ordered by the emperor's brother to go and get married. I thought at the time that the world was falling apart, and that I would become the emperor's adopted sister and even be canonized as a princess. Now it seems that I have paved the way for you!"

Song Ying covered her abdomen, which had just been kicked by Song Zhiyu and was still aching.

"Isn't it just because the emperor loves you? Then why should I make it easy for you if I don't have a good time?" Song Ying twitched the corner of her mouth and said sarcastically.

She staggered back a few steps, and finally fell to the ground, her face pale. Song Ying had lived a life of fine clothing and fine food since she was a child. When had she ever been kicked like this?

Hearing this, Song Zhiyu's face became even colder, and the sympathy she had for Song Ying in her previous life disappeared at this moment.

Regarding what Song Ying said, her mouth was full of ridicule, and that was right. Outsiders knew that Song Tingjin loved her, but they didn't know his true face behind the scenes.

Thinking of all the things she encountered in her previous life, Song Zhiyu's eyes were dark, and there seemed to be a storm in her eyes that could tear people apart.

"I've been in a bad mood recently, and I'm in need of an outlet. Since I'm willing to be a sandbag if something comes to my door, I don't mind."

Song Zhiyu lowered her head to straighten her sleeves. Su Zhihan also understood what she meant. He strode out of the room and closed the door. He stood at the door to give Song Zhiyu a break.

Song Ying looked at this scene, and her original arrogance was instantly wiped out. She looked frightened and subconsciously took a few steps back with her hands on the floor, "No, I still want to get married. You can't rely on the emperor's love for you!"

She felt like she was seeing a devil!

Song Zhiyu slowly walked up to Song Ying and squatted down slowly. She stretched out her hand to touch Song Ying, but the latter avoided her.

She lowered her eyes and saw that Song Ying was trembling all over, and she found it interesting. Song Zhiyu's bright face was facing Song Ying, the corners of her mouth were raised, but there was no smile in her eyes, only a cold murderous intention.

When Song Ying didn't react, Song Zhiyu stuffed a piece of cloth into Song Ying's mouth, raised her fist, and swung it down hard.

Half an hour later.

Song Zhiyu exhaled a breath, stood up and looked at Song Ying condescendingly, then turned her eyes to the door, "Come in!"

The door opened immediately, and Su Zhihan walked in and saw Song Ying lying on the ground in a very embarrassed state.