Paint Snake Foot

Of course, Song Zhiyu did it on purpose. Otherwise, how could he sit down and talk with the legendary Madam Xiao?

The emperor had announced the method to deal with this matter. He had a feeling that this matter was being controlled by someone, and it was definitely not Xu Mao. Although he was not a stubborn old man, it was impossible for him to do such a thing.

In the end, he thought of his horse carriage passing by and thinking about Madam Xiao. Although this had nothing to do with her, her appearance had changed his mind.

The person chasing Song Zhiyu was stopped by a guard at the Northern Marquis Residence. The guard was holding the rouge in his hand.

Yi Qing looked at the gentle Song Zhiyu slowly walking over. After confirming his gaze, he felt that he was no match for his family's general.