Chapter 606 Reconciliation 1

Si Yu froze for a moment.

His face was half black, he gritted his teeth, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, "What face?"

The steward glanced at Song Zhao, and replied calmly, "The princess is in a bad mood, so I specially asked the servant to find an eloquent face to please the princess in his spare time."

When Si Yu heard this, the fire in his stomach surged up, his face was completely black, he pinched the center of his brows in disbelief, and veins appeared on his finger bones.

The voice was cold and harsh, like a knife, "Let them all go!"

The extremely crushing blood in the man's bones overflowed, and the steward turned pale with fright, and hid behind Song Zhao trembling.

"Who are you attacking?" Song Zhao raised his eyes, and his voice was soft, neither soft nor heavy.

But it was this innocuous voice that made the angry Si Yu suppress the cold aura around him.

He pulled down his neckline, his eyes were bright red in anger, but he pursed his lips without saying a word.

The steward lamented that the princess was awesome, and ran away as if fleeing for his life.

The music on the stage kept playing, and Si Yu's chest was burning with anger. He stared hard at the expressionless Song Zhao, his face was tense, and he asked through gritted teeth, "Are you looking for someone?"

Then he explained, "I'm not yelling at you, I just think you're disrespecting me."

Song Zhao walked towards the stage with a complicated skirt, and when he passed by Si Yu, he chuckled coldly, "Finding faces is something that every woman with a title can do, just as the Marquis can do it from time to time." The princess has been chosen from among thousands of flowers, why can't the princess meet her face?"

Si Yu's chest heaved violently, his breathing was unsteady, and he became very angry.

He said harshly, "Because of the imperial decree, I didn't tell you in advance, so you deliberately took revenge on me, didn't you?"

He should have known about Song Zhao's proud personality.

Because of the marriage at the beginning, Song Zhao could forcefully tear up the marriage contract under the watchful eyes of everyone.

But he still did the thing Song Zhao disliked most because of his personal emotions and selfish pleasure.

Song Zhao sat lazily on the recline.

She was wearing rose red and golden double-layer silk, and her clothes were noble and complicated. Layers of skirts were laid out on the ground, like delicate roses in full bloom.

"This princess is a girl, how can I ask Lord Hou to explain everything to this princess."

She raised her eyebrows slightly, and hooked her fingers.

The seven or eight faces who were waiting for orders stepped forward one after another and knelt down at Song Zhao's knees.

They are all the best faces in the capital, and their appearance, body and temperament are all top-notch.

Ju looked up at the stunning young girl above with admiration, "Slaves and others will see Princess Zhaoyang."

Si Yu watched this scene with cold eyes.

"Do you know the consequences of finding a face-to-face?"

Since she has such a good face, she should understand that if a woman messes around, she will be criticized.

"It doesn't matter what the consequences are."

Song Zhao put his hand on the armrest, and his voice was low and hoarse, "It's enough to make the princess happy."

Among the faces, there was the most handsome Qingjun man, he suddenly said obediently, "Princess, the necklace on your skirt has fallen off, I will tie it on for you."

With Song Zhao's consent, the other side picked up the exquisite wreath on the ground, and walked close to the corner of Song Zhao's skirt on his knees.

At the same time, Si Yu walked up the steps with a gloomy face.

He rubbed the corner of his lower lip, his voice was cold and low, "Do you want to die?"

Before the face touched Song Zhao's hand on the skirt, Si Yu clenched it tightly.

"It hurts." He whispered with pain on his face, and his hands were about to be crushed.

"Let him go."

Song Zhao spoke.

Thin white fingers tapped on the armrest of the armchair.

The bright lights around her fell on her face, making her look completely clean.

Si Yu's chest was tight, and Song Zhao's cold eyes stared at him, and he let go of that face one finger at a time.

"Okay, I'll watch you play,"