Song Zhiyuan walked out of Chunhui Hall, looked at the crescent moon hanging in the sky, and couldn't help but hold his hands behind him, let out a sigh, and slowly returned to the main courtyard.

Mrs. Song was waiting for him. Seeing him coming back, she said with a smile: "I know that Xiang Ye must have had dinner at my mother and then come back, so I won't leave any food. But the kitchen is full of simmering Matsutake pigeon wolfberry soup. Why don't Xiang Ye drink a bowl?"

Song Zhiyuan nodded with a smile: "Okay."

Mrs. Song looked at Fang's mother, who walked happily to make arrangements, and she personally presented a cup of tea to Song Zhiyuan.

Seeing her attentive look, Song Zhiyuan was in his mind what Song Ci said to him just now. In this incident, Gu's performance was unsatisfactory. As a mistress, if he could not suppress major events, it would make it difficult for the people below to convince and easily cause chaos in the mansion.

So if she can, she will discuss with the Duke Dingguo Mansion and carry her granddaughter into the house next year and train her for a few years. She will leave in the future and have someone to keep the market.

Song Zhiyuan sipped tea and recalled the sudden emergency of Emperor Chu this time. He was in a coma for one or two nights and had a fever over and over the past twenty hours, he did not dare to relax at all. He was concerned about the affairs of the court, thought about the future of the family, and thought about Emperor Chu's body, how could it be easier?

I am afraid that Emperor Chu will let go without saying a word. That is the time when the real collapse is really broken. Now I think that it is true. Without Song Ci at home, Gu cannot stand up. If you jump around in all kinds of things, wouldn’t this mansion be like a sieve?

Song Zhiyuan frowned.

"Prince, what are you thinking? You're so enchanting." Mrs. Song waved her hands in front of him.

Song Zhiyuan sighed lightly: "I am also thinking about this incident. The emperor's emergency this time came very fiercely, and now he is very scared."

Mrs. Song asked tentatively: "Now the danger has passed, right? Is it because I was in danger of life at that time?" Gu Zhuo

"Of course, if the high fever does not subside, think about the consequences? Thanks to the emperor's own direct line, he was alert, and it was sent in the middle of the night. Otherwise, once the news spread, it might be a threat to the palace."

Mrs. Song's face changed: "What, those kings dare to be so ruthless?"

Song Zhiyuan sneered and said, "We are seeking wealth and honor in danger. For the sake of the supreme supreme wealth, why dare not? They dare not, and the factions behind them will force them to dare. If that is the case, what will happen?"

Before Mrs. Song could reply, she said: "Once the news comes out, they will take advantage of the emperor's coma and be slaughtered to control the palace. At that time, the emperor's high fever will be really not good."

Once the palace is controlled, if there is no one to ask for medicine and medicine, wouldn’t you just wait for death?

Once the emperor is gone, the Prime Minister Song will inevitably be killed by a treacherous minister who harms the emperor. Oh, don’t say that it is all wrong. Why not worry about the crime you want to add to it?

As the head of the family, Song Xiang disappeared, and the Song family was like duckweed, floating and sinking.

No new emperor who rose to power in that way would keep the Song family threat like this.

When Mrs. Song thought about this, her face turned pale, her back felt cold, and a little sweat broke out on her forehead.

The Song family was so dangerous.
Chapter completed!