Seeing Song Zhiyu's reaction, just when Su Zhihan thought Song Zhiyu hadn't heard, Song Zhiyu lowered her voice and laid out all her plans.

Listening to Song Zhiyu's plan, Su Zhihan opened her eyes wide in surprise. She wanted to say something, but there was a knocking sound at the door.

"You've been in there long enough."

Su Zhihan had no choice but to turn around and responded. She turned to look at Song Zhiyu and whispered: "Previously you mentioned changing faces of Song Mingcai and Ying Yi. I thought that this time you can also change faces with me, so that you can

Out."

Due to the attendant's urging, Su Zhihan continued without waiting for Song Zhiyu to say anything, "The slave will come over in the evening. When the time comes, Emperor Ji, please take advantage of the short time to switch your face with the slave."

Song Zhiyu frowned and never responded. She looked at Su Zhihan's leaving figure and her frown deepened. Her subconscious was telling her that she should take this opportunity to change her face and run away, but she was also consciously telling herself,

No.

She just sat on the wooden bench until Su Zhihan came again.

Song Zhiyu asked Su Zhihan to prepare some tools earlier, so Su Zhihan knew what was needed for face replacement.

She hid the thing at the bottom of the food and brought it in. When she handed the thing to Song Zhiyu with a smile, the latter refused.

Seeing this, Su Zhihan couldn't help but become a little anxious, and she quickly persuaded in a low voice: "Just change your face. At worst, you can exchange it with the slave in the future. Although your face is a little ugly, it will definitely make Di Ji get out of here smoothly.

Get out."

"Di Ji, please think about it, the imperial master is still in the south waiting for you to come and rescue him!"

After being told by Su Zhihan, Song Zhiyu thought about it for a moment before agreeing to the plan mentioned by Su Zhihan.

She switched their faces with each other in the shortest possible time. Just as they were about to exchange clothes, an urging voice sounded at the door again.

Song Zhiyu ignored the outside and continued to change clothes with Su Zhihan. When she finished passing on the last piece of clothing, the door was opened.

She turned her head and glared at the two attendants angrily. Just as she was about to say something sharply, she realized that she was not Maode Emperor Song Zhiyu now, but Su Zhihan was.

Su Zhihan also reacted. She imitated Song Zhiyu's usual tone and said impatiently: "Isn't it okay for me to say this to my slave?"

The attendant smiled and laughed, and did not refute Song Zhiyu's words, but he always felt that Song Zhiyu's voice seemed to be someone else. He frowned, feeling very strange, but he couldn't tell where it was.

Song Zhiyu coughed a few times, lifted the basket on the table, lowered her head and strode out.

She left the palace and quickly returned to the princess mansion. She tidied up her house for a long time. When she turned her head for a moment, she saw Xie Buyu leaning against the door frame and staring at her.

This shocked Song Zhiyu. She remembered that her current identity was Su Zhihan, so she did not scold him angrily, but lowered her head to thank him for blessing her body.

Xie Buyu didn't respond in time, but kept staring at Su Zhihan. He always felt that Su Zhihan was a little strange now. At the same time, his eyes also fell on her body. Seeing her wrapped in big and small bundles, he couldn't help but sigh.

He asked in a loud voice, "Are you following Emperor Ji's order to come over and pack things?"
Chapter completed!