Seeing that the situation was not good, Song Yue wanted to call for help, so she opened her voice and heard Song Zhao say slowly: "The servants all saw you bringing food into my boudoir. You are crazy and call the guards to call Dad, guess what if I told Dad that the soup was there, what would Dad do to you? Do you think you are far from the day you reunite with your mother in the woodshed?"

Song Yue's hypocrisy was exposed by Song Zhao, so she simply stopped pretending and said to Song Zhao coldly: "What do you want?"

"Not really. Just drink the good things you bring me by yourself."

Song Zhao raised his foot, leaned over with a smile on his face and asked Song Yue to get up, but he ignored the past grudges and dusted off the dust on her body. "If you drink the soup, I will pretend that nothing happened. If you don't drink it, the soup will be placed in front of your father later. Two ways are given to you, you can choose it yourself."

Song Yue looked at the blood-red bird's nest Tremella soup and shuddered.

She put a lot of weight and knew in her heart that if she drank this bowl, she would definitely have no hope of giving birth in this life.

But if she didn't drink, Song Zhao told Song Shi'an about this, and her fate would be even more miserable.

Song Shi'an and his original wife had a very harmonious relationship. After his original wife died, she left an orphan, and Song Shi'an loved her in every way.

Once Song Shian knew about this, he might not even have a foothold in the Song family. How could he still think about entering the palace to enjoy all his glory and wealth?

Song Yue was filled with bad thoughts, and suddenly knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to Song Zhao, "Sister, I was wrong for a moment, it was because I was sorry for you! For the sake of our sisters, please spare me this time."

"You are crazy, and others ask you to answer the gods. So you don't drink it?"

Song Zhao did not want to talk to Song Yue, so he picked up the soup and walked out.

Song Yue hurriedly got up and stopped her, "Sister insisted on forcing me like this?"

"You are talking nonsense." Song Zhao pushed forward with the bowl's hand suddenly and placed it in front of Song Yue, "I'll ask you the last time, do you drink it or not?"

Song Yue gritted her teeth angrily, cursed Song Zhao in her heart, and took the bowl unwillingly, "I drink it! I'll drink it!"

She picked up the bowl and plucked up the courage to drink the soup in one go.

After drinking a bowl, she turned the bowl over and let Song Zhao see the last few drops of soup sprinkle on the ground, "Are you satisfied?"

After the words finished, he threw the bowl heavily on the ground, and wanted to leave.

Before leaving the door, she heard Song Zhao Youyouran say behind her, "Actually I know that you have taken the heartbroken grass. You have always hated me and you wanted to kill me. But I didn't expect that at the time of the incident, you could push your mother out so resolutely to confess your sins for you. The crow still will feed back, but you are anxious to send your mother to death. This shows that the darkness of people's hearts should be the leader of all things."

"So what if it's me?" Song Yue looked back and stared at him, "You have no evidence! You..."

After saying a few words, she felt like a thorn in her throat, and then a strong smell of blood surged into her throat.

Her feet became weak and fell to the ground. She coughed violently for a few times before spraying blood.

"you......"

"I have no evidence, and I don't need evidence. Talking about evidence with a dying person shows that I'm stupid."

Song Yue's eyes were filled with horror and she trembled with her words: "...Bitch! What did you add to the soup?"

"Heartbreaking grass." Song Zhao said in a word, "In the past, you killed Song Zhao with this method. Today, I will give you all the pain of this kind of reconciliation. Didn't you apologize to me and say you were sorry to me? You have never been sorry to me, and you have no ability to sorry to me. Please keep these words in your own words and explain them to your elder sister."

Song Yue's breath became weaker and weaker, and blood began to ooze out of her seven orifices, "You... aren't Song Zhao? Who are you...?"

Song Zhao chuckled lightly and tidied up the broken hair on his temples.
Chapter completed!