483 Song Zhao Wants to Marry Him 9

But everyone here was trained by Empress Si Yu's mother.

They were all as loyal as a dead soldier, how could they betray Si Yu?

Song Zhao raised his eyes and casually glanced over the faces of everyone around him.

Sherlock Holmes said that when you eliminate the impossible, the rest, no matter how implausible, is the truth.

If there is really an inner ghost, that is the greatest disaster.

Song Zhao pursed his lips, and his voice became completely cold, "Nanxun is the fiefdom of the princess. The destination you are going to happens to be within the scope of the fief that the princess is in charge of. If the princess says no, then it won't work."

Song Zhao simply played the prestige of the princess.

Anyway, the authority is in her hands, so she doesn't use it for nothing.

Hearing this, Di Qi's chest heaved violently, and he couldn't help but ask in a cold voice, "So Princess Zhaoyang is afraid that we will give you a bad reputation by transporting illegal salt in the past? It's a waste of the master's treatment of you. Well, it turns out that you are so selfish and terrifying!"

Transporting private salt is not a legitimate business.

The Jiangmen family is even more ashamed of this.

As Song Zhao's daughter-in-law, it's normal to have such concerns.

After all, everyone knew that the governor had close contacts with Princess Zhaoyang, and it was natural for her to avoid suspicion about such things.

But thinking of everything the governor had done for Princess Zhaoyang, all the guards felt very uncomfortable.

Si Yu stroked the palm of Song Zhao's scratched hand, pursed his lips, pressed down slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Song Zhao, you can't decide this matter."

He just knew that Song Zhao would look down on him for transporting private salt, so he didn't tell him.

But even if Song Zhao looks down on him, he still has to do it, he has no choice.

It is too difficult for him to marry Song Zhao because of his status. No matter whether it is the party members who support the prince or other princes in the court, or Emperor Yuan Chun, they will not agree to him marrying Song Zhao.

Even the common people of Li, who are concerned about the stability of the country, will rise up and block it angrily.

Song Zhaoqian's request was the only way he could marry her.

That is to become a marquis. With a title that can be extended to his children and grandchildren, he can be regarded as getting rid of the shackles of the former prince, so that he can propose marriage to Song Zhao in a fair manner.

Then how can you be named Marquis?

Only by increasing the military power in his hands, having the ability to suppress a city, and gaining unstoppable power, can Emperor Gong Yuanchun be forced.

Originally, he wanted to do it within a year, but suddenly the unsettling factor of Nanyue King appeared, and Si Yu couldn't wait any longer.

Song Zhao didn't expect Si Yu to be so determined, and the desperate look in her eyes made her feel tight and short of breath.

He meant that he would rather fight her hand to hand than go south.

Looking at it, Yun Xiu felt that Si Yu must be dissatisfied with Song Zhao, so she gained confidence and chuckled, "Princess Zhaoyang is delicate and doesn't know the sufferings of the world. The private salt in the warehouse was spent by brothers for a year , made it with hard work. If you object, will you sacrifice the hard work of all our sergeants?"

Song Zhao looked at Yunxiu expressionlessly.

In fact, among these people, she had some doubts that Yun Xiu was the ghost.

There is no reason, just intuition.

Seeing Song Zhao's dark eyes, Yun Xiu's hair stood on end, and his mouth became more and more aggressive, "Forgive me, fortune-telling and so on are all nonsense. You can't let the master give up the grand plan just because of your guesses and illusory statements." Daye, this is simply too ridiculous."

"Shut up!" Si Yu said, his eyes were gloomy and cold.

"Master!" Di Que was furious, "Master Zhaoyang is so afraid that we will hurt him, do you still believe her words, and fall short of the private salt that the brothers took a year to make?"

Song Zhao also turned his eyes and looked at him.

The man's eyes are dark, with deep eye sockets, blood red in the eyes, with imperceptible fatigue,

"Changing the route."

The fourth brother is suffering.