She looked around at the furnishings in the study room again, took a deep breath, and clenched the letter with her fingers.

"It seems we have to go to the palace again today."

After hearing this, Zuo Qiutan was about to take Song Zhiyu into the palace immediately, but was stopped by Song Zhiyu.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at Song Zhiyu's sleeves that were tightened. His eyes fell on Song Zhiyu and asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Did you find something else?"

"You have forgotten that Song Tingjin is paying close attention to the whereabouts of you and me. Besides, the return day has already passed. If we two return to the palace at the same time, someone from Song Tingjin must be there in the dark." Song Zhiyu was quite helpless.

Hearing this, Zuo Qiutan nodded in agreement. He looked at Song Zhiyu's clothes, thought about it, and suggested: "Why don't you let me go in with you?"

“Excellent.”

When the two appeared at the entrance of the palace, Song Zhiyu had already changed into another outfit. She raised her eyes and looked around cautiously, then lowered her eyes and lowered the brim of her hat to block other people's sight of her face.

She stood behind Zuo Qiutan, with her head lowered. She looked very small, which made people surprised that there was such a thin man in the Great Rong Dynasty.

As soon as they entered the palace, the two of them started to separate. Zuo Qiutan wandered around the palace to confuse his eyes. Moreover, he indeed had important things to do when he entered the palace today, while Song Zhiyu quietly came to the vicinity of the imperial study.

She stood in the corner and observed the area near the imperial study very carefully. When she saw that no one was there, she confirmed that Song Tingjin would not be in the imperial study to review the papers.

Song Zhiyu hunched over, her peach blossom eyes full of vigilance. She gently opened the door, stood on tiptoes and entered gently, then quickly closed the door.

Not long after this incident happened, the decree issued by Song Tingjin must still be on the desk!

She strode to the desk and rummaged through the papers on the table. After searching for a long time, she found the decree at that time. Song Zhiyu picked up the decree and scanned the contents. Only then did she realize that General Zhenbei was just

It was just Song Tingjin's bait to lure out the Tiger Talisman.

So what if General Zhenbei was a great general of the Great Rong Dynasty? Even if General Zhenbei was Song Tingjin's confidant.

In front of the tiger talisman, in Song Tingjin's eyes, his confidant, a living life, the general who protected the Great Rong Dynasty was just a pawn that could be discarded at any time before he got the tiger talisman!

She was a little surprised at the huge amount of information, but at the same time she was afraid that Song Tingjin would come to the imperial study, so she quickly restored the desk to its original state and sneaked out.

It was already a day later when Song Zhiyu appeared in the palace again.

When she returned to Fanghua Palace, she happened to see Mrs. Wu standing quietly in the courtyard. Her eyes were a little empty, and she didn't know what she was thinking of writing.

Perhaps when she heard the noise, Wu turned around and saw Song Zhiyu. Her eyes were no longer too empty, and at the same time she was filled with deep hatred. She took a deep breath, suppressed the emotions in her heart, and faced Song Zhiyu. She was blessed.

Blessed body.

"I wonder if Di Ji found any clues?"

Song Zhiyu's mind instantly flashed back to the news she had seen in the imperial study room the day before yesterday. She saw that Mrs. Wu had developed a few fine lines at the corners of her eyes in just a few days, and she looked much older. She knew clearly that she had been

I suffer from the pain of missing you every day.

Song Zhiyu only hesitated for a few seconds before Wu discovered the clue.

Her mood fluctuated greatly, and she was quiet for a moment before grabbing Song Zhiyu's hand again.

"Di Ji told me that Di Ji found some clues?!"

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about what happened in the past few days."

Song Zhiyu smiled lightly. She looked at Wu's current mental state. After thinking for a moment, she realized that Wu's current state was not easy to communicate with.

There is no need for her to spend a lot of time comforting someone whose mental state has not fully recovered.

Having lost her husband, Wu has no supporter and is much more alert to many things than usual.

As soon as Song Zhiyu said this, she felt something was wrong and sternly exposed it.

"Is it possible that I don't know what the emperor is thinking? Di Ji must have found a strong clue. Could it be that she doesn't trust me?"

When Wu said this, Song Zhiyu didn't know what to say. She was at a loss for words when facing Wu. She pondered for a long time before telling Wu all the information she had seen.

While he was talking, Song Zhiyu was also observing Wu's reaction. Seeing that she patiently listened to what he said about the whole incident, her expression was as usual, and she felt that something was wrong.

She was still a little uneasy about Wu's condition, but she looked at Wu quietly for a long time, but saw that Wu didn't react at all, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then what are Di Ji's plans now?"

Wu's voice could not help but be tinted with a tremble, and her hands were trembling slightly. She never expected that her master would be so loyal to the emperor.

But in the eyes of the emperor, his life is nothing!
Chapter completed!