Chapter 770 Yun's Confrontation with Tantai Mo

Si Yu returned to the palace feeling depressed.

He specially accelerated his pace all the way, so he arrived before Song Zhao.

Biqing and Lingdang were tending the flowers in the backyard, and they looked at each other in surprise when they saw the regent came back alone.

Si Yu asked them calmly, "Recently, the princess often goes to the palace?"

The two big maids nodded subconsciously without knowing the cause and effect.

Si Yu lowered his eyes.

The hands that were wrapped in the wide sleeves had bulging veins, faintly showing signs of losing control.

*

Song Zhao went back to the mansion one step later, and Ling Dang and Bi Qing hurried up to greet her, "Princess/Princess, why did you come back separately from the Prince Regent?"

Song Zhao's heart skipped a beat, "Has the regent returned to the mansion?"

No, she always counts the time every time, why is Si Yu ahead of schedule today?

Ling Dang nodded, "It's been a quarter of an hour since you came back, and I asked if you often go to the palace. Doesn't the prince know that you went to the palace to pick him up?"

Song Zhao, "..."

What happened, the powerful minister probably knew that she didn't look for him when she entered the palace.

She held her forehead, "Where is the prince?"

Biqing said, "In the dormitory... Wangfei, the slaves are watching, the prince seems to be angry with something, it looks quite scary, why don't you go again later?"

Song Zhao pinched the corners of his eyes.

The powerful minister is so narrow-minded, there is no other way but to coax him.

She sighed, took small steps to the bedroom, opened the door and walked in.

In the room, the curtains were drawn down, blocking light on all sides, and the room was dark, exuding the coolness of winter.

Si Yu sat on the floor dejectedly, with his spine pressed against the bed table, his eyelids lowered, and the shadows cast by his eyelashes were dark and thick, blurring the emotions in his eyes.

The sound of the door shaft pushing was clear, but he didn't seem to hear it.

Song Zhao walked towards him and asked, "Why don't you burn the earth dragon?"

She came in front of Si Yu, bowed to hold his hand, but was wrapped in the cold air all over his body.

Si Yu took Song Zhao's hand instead, and pulled it down hard, directly pulling Song Zhao to the ground.

Song Zhao took a cold breath.

Si Yu's eyelids drooped, and the corners of his downturned eyes were sharp, facing Song Zhao's eyes.

"Where did you go?" He stared at her, his dark eyes were blood red, and his complexion was even more fair.

Song Zhao looked at him, feeling a little guilty, pretending to be calm, "I'm sorry, I went to the palace recently for something else, so I didn't tell you."

"What's the matter?" Si Yu looked calmer than Song Zhao, at least his tone sounded calm at the moment, "But what can I, a husband, listen to?"

"..."

Song Zhao paused, and frowned delicately, "It's cold on the ground, can we talk when we get up?"

Si Yu pressed the man down hard, his hand was so strong that Song Zhao's wrist hurt even, his handsome face faintly showed sickness and stubbornness, and his voice contained a bit of ferocity, "This will make you speak soberly."