Chapter 585 Chasing Wife Crematorium 2

Therefore, Si Yu and Song Zhao's so-called quarrel broke down before, and it was Si Yu's deliberate cause.

Yes.

It must be so.

Otherwise, when Song Zhao left the Hou's mansion in a daze that day, how could the eyeliner she sent out easily find out what was going on in Si Yu's mansion.

With Si Yu's scheming, how could it be possible for people in the mansion to spread rumors casually.

Empress Gu was enlightened.

She bit her lips tightly in resentment, her eyes were like sharp knives. I wish I could swallow Si Yu alive.

Surrounded by silence.

Everyone who ate the big melon lowered their heads tacitly, wishing to put their faces on the ground, no matter how surprised they were, they could not utter a word or a deed.

Even after they leave here, they have to shut up honestly, treat themselves as a deaf-mute person, and must not pretend to be a queen.

The prince sneered, pulled up his robe, stood up, approached Si Yu, and released the coercion, "Are you sure you want to marry Song Zhao? Can you afford the price that the emperor wants you to bear?"

The imperial power is supreme.

One thought determines honor and disgrace, one word determines life and death.

Once Si Yu makes the contract of never rebelling, his career and ambition will be limited by it.

The prince knew that Si Yu had his eye on the position of the crown prince, and as long as he chose to combine with the Gu family, he would be able to share the country with him.

How could he give up such a good opportunity?

Si Yu looked away from Song Zhao, raised his steps slightly, and faced the prince directly.

Those deep peach blossom eyes were cold and clear, and the brows were filled with arrogance.

He raised his hand, caressing the wrinkled cuffs for the prince respectfully like a brother and friend, and said in a low voice, "No matter how good the country is, there is no beauty so delicate."

The air seemed to be stagnant, and the ubiquitous and omniscient coercion made people breathless.

"You lunatic!" The prince's eyes widened, and he cursed through gritted teeth.

How could someone not want Jiangshan for a woman?

What else could it be if it wasn't lost and mad?

Si Yu laughed indifferently.

The man's brows and eyes are full of vigor, and when he smiles, his lips are red and his teeth are white, like a innocent and harmless young man.

But in his bones and blood, there is the unique high-level temperament of the nobles of the Tian family, that kind of natural dignity and coercion, as if everything is under control.

Duan Yunsui said in a deep voice, "Master Hou has a deep love for Princess Zhaoyang, which is amazing.

It's just that today is the marriage meeting of Princess Zhaoyang, and the eldest princess has something to say, whoever gets this purse will be the county horse. "

He flashed the purse under Si Yu's eyes, expressing that no matter how much Si Yu admired Song Zhao, he was not qualified to marry Song Zhao.

Empress Gu seized the opportunity and said coldly, "No matter how much Marquis Hou likes Princess Zhaoyang, he shouldn't take advantage of his power to win his beloved wife from his ministers. Otherwise, if word spreads, what rules do we nobles in the Tian Family have?" ?”

"rule?"

Si Yu smiled sarcastically.

He asked suspiciously, "What the empress said is true, but I don't know who decides the rules of the heavenly family?"

Empress Gu felt that Si Yu asked an idiot question, but she still answered, "Naturally, it is up to the Holy One to decide."

Si Yu asked again, "Since that's the case, between the rules and the sage, I should put the rules first. Or the sage?"

When Empress Gu heard this, she only felt that Si Yu was digging a hole for her, so she didn't dare to answer for a while.

She paused for a while, and after deliberating a foolproof answer, she said sonorously, "Naturally, the Holy One comes first."

Si Yu pinched his wrist, the knuckles were raised nicely.

His slightly squinted eyes were cloudy and bloodshot, his raised eyebrows were wild and wild, and his voice was unhurried, "The Empress and the Holy Majesty agree. objection!"