Song Zhao was so hungry that he returned to the yard where he lived, he ordered the kitchen to deliver food.

Biqing served Bucai carefully and couldn't help but say, "Girl, my master has always been clean. Even if the two beauties live in the inner courtyard, my master will not look at them more. He will definitely find a way to solve it."

As a maid who knows how to observe words and expressions, Biqing naturally knows his master's feelings for Song Zhao.

However, she couldn't understand Song Zhao's feelings for his master, but Song Zhao thought that he cared about his master as he planned and thought that he cared about him.

At the moment, due to the situation, he had to bear the beauty sent by Queen Gu. Biqing was worried that Song Zhao would be calm on the surface and had a grudge against his master in his heart.

Little did she know that Song Zhao did not take those two beauties seriously at all.

He only focused on eating the food delivered to the kitchen, then touched his full stomach and went into the quilt to sleep.

Late at night.

Song Zhao was sleeping soundly, and suddenly felt someone pinching his cheek.

She was awakened by pain.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Si Yu standing calmly on the edge of the collapse, his hands still maintaining the crime posture of pinching her face.

The candle is dim.

The young man's eyes looked over were so cold that it was terrible, like an evil ghost who came to seek his life in the middle of the night.

Song Zhao's heart was pounding, and he was so scared that he shrank into the bed, and said in a panic, "Fourth Brother, what are you doing?"

Si Yu stood with his hands behind his back and looked at her expressionlessly.

"Why can you still sleep? Didn't you tell me?"

Song Zhao patted his chest and waited for his heartbeat to return to normal before asking with some confusion, "What do I want to explain?"

A sneered from Si Yu's throat, "What do you mean when you know I don't want other women, but you still leave those two beauties in my backyard?"

Song Zhao blinked.

She sorted out her clothes, crawled out of the quilt, and looked at Si Yu quietly, "Didn't you hand over the right to take charge of the Houkaku into my hands? I'm also helping you deal with the Houkaku issue."

"Your way of dealing with it is to push me to another woman?"

The veins on Si Yu's forehead bulged.

His eyes pressed down on the overflowing emotions, leaned over and pinched her chin, forcing her to lift her face.

He smiled a little self-deprecatingly, "Yes, I was asking you to help, but you actually didn't care about me at all, so I chose to use the fastest way. After all, I was the one who made things difficult for you."

Song Zhao was heard by his tone, and he patted his hand away and said seriously, "How could you say that to me? I'm obviously considering you very seriously.

You have rejected the queen's marriage, and this time she gave you a favored concubine as an aunt, which is reasonable.

If you refuse, you will be slapped in the face of the queen, and even the emperor has no face. Putting aside these things, the queen is your elder, and the elders cannot refuse.

You have already made the people dissatisfied with you. If you don’t accept those two beauties today, the Censorate will definitely impeach you, and you will be on the tip of the knife at that time."

Si Yu looked at her deeply.

He also understood these principles.

But he already had her in his heart, and would rather take risks than tolerate other women to disgust.

But Song Zhao seemed to be fine and didn't care about his painstaking efforts at all.

She thought about problems so rationally, as if she was considering him and thinking about him.

Does this mean that she really doesn't like him at all.
Chapter completed!