Song Shi'an deposed the position of Mrs. Shen's wife and temporarily held her in the woodshed.

For Song Shi'an, Song Zhao was not dead after all, so he could not take Mrs. Shen's life.

Such punishment is already considered severe punishment.

Since Mrs. Shen was detained, Song Yue ran to Song Zhao's room every few days and cried.

"If I knew my mother would do this, I would stop her no matter what."

"Fortunately, my sister is fine, otherwise I would have become a sinner for life. What should I do if I am still alive? I should be hit and killed on the base of the city wall and die! "

"I grew up with my sister since childhood. My sister protects me and obeys me. I don't want to cause a rift between me because of this."

The words expressed loyalty were spoken with emotion, but Song Zhao heard the voices in her heart full of abuse of herself.

One day, Song Zhao felt a cold and Song Yue visited him earnestly. When she learned that Song Zhao had not had dinner yet, she shouted that she would cook for Song Zhao himself.

Later, Song Yue brought a bowl of hot blood swallows and tremella soup into her and smiled and said, "Sister, try it quickly, there are not many blood swallows. The emperor rewarded her a few years ago. I have never been willing to use it when my father gave it to us sisters. Today I took out most of the cups to make porridge for my sister. Blood swallows replenish qi and nourish blood, and tremella is also a good thing to moisten the lungs, which is good for my sister's wind and cold."

Song Zhao raised his eyebrows and looked at her, and smiled and said, "You are intent."

She read out Song Yue’s thoughts.

The bloody swallow and treya soup is filled with safflower and a bowl of safflower powder. A bowl of it is poured into the belly, and women will lose their hope of giving birth.

Song Yue wanted to damage Song Zhao's palace body and thus unable to enter the palace for talent show.

She made a perfect plan, but only hurt Song Zhao but was not fatal. Even if Song Shi'an knew about it, she would not punish him severely.

As the draft approaches, Song Zhao becomes a useless person, and she can replace her with a soar.

The wind blew into the hall, stirring Song Zhao's hair on his forehead.

Song Yue lit her eyes and stood up on her own initiative, "It's wind blowing, I'll close the window for my sister."

As she turned around, Song Zhao took out a pack of powder from her sleeve and added it to the soup without hesitation.

She stirred the soup with a spoon. When Song Yue came back, she asked, "Would I be fine with you?"

Song Yue was stunned, "Why did sister suddenly ask this? You treat me very well."

"Do you remember that when you were five years old, you fell into the lotus pond. After a few flutters, the small person was gone. I jumped into the lake to rescue you, but then I had a high fever for six days and almost suffered from tuberculosis?"

Song Yue nodded and pretended to be moved, "If it weren't for my sister, I would have died early in the morning. So I have always regarded my sister as the closest person."

She was too lazy to listen to Song Zhao's thoughts, and just wanted her to drink the soup that had been drugged quickly, "Sister, the porridge is going to be cold, drink it while it's hot."

Song Zhao picked up the bowl and put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, "I put such heavy ashs and safflower flowers, but I can still use spices to mix the smell of soup and can't smell it. It can be seen that it took a lot of time."

Song Yue dodged her eyes and hesitated, "Sister... what are you... what are you talking about? I can't understand."

"Did you not think of a way out for yourself before doing evil with your mother?" Song Zhao sneered, "I was discovered that the matter was broken, and I only pretended to be stupid, thinking that this would make me miss it?"

The traitorous plan was broken by Song Zhao's incident. Song Yue was in a panic and stood up and was about to run away.

Song Zhao reached out and pulled her hair, dragged her to the ground with force.
Chapter completed!