Letter from the Palace of the 79th Prince

  "Let go of my hair first, and I'll tell you what I mean."

  Zhuang Ze glanced at Wei Zhen and then let go.

  As soon as her hand was released, she immediately ran behind Song Lingyu. The young master's wife's nephew, he couldn't be trifled with!

  "Now you can speak, right?" Zhuang Ze said with a hint of annoyance. He had finally seen a beautiful maid at the Song residence, but ended up sending her back with Bai, which made him angry.

  Song Lingyu smiled slightly and pointed at a small follower behind Zhuang Ze, who was holding a pigeon: "Do you know whose pigeon that is?"

  Zhuang Ze looked back and didn't see anything special about the pigeon. At first, it was just because Xiang Zhen was looking for this pigeon, so he caught it.

  He suddenly seemed to have discovered something, walked a few steps forward and came to the front of the pigeon. Then he untied the paper roll on it, opened it and took a look, and found that there was only one simple sentence written on it.

  Suburban pavilion, disperse without seeing each other.

  This scroll is pink and emits a fragrant scent of cosmetics. Although this sentence seems to be something that would be said at a meeting, this scroll is clearly not for men, as can be discerned from its color and fragrance alone. Moreover, the paper used is of high quality, only available to those in the palace...

  For a moment, Zhuang Ze's expression changed several times on his face.

  Song Lingyu saw the expression on Zhuang Ze's face and knew that he had already understood, so she smiled lightly: "What you think is not wrong, this paper is indeed used by people in the palace, and the person who uses this paper is still a princess. Think about it, if I just passed on what you said to the princess, would you be executed for underestimating the royal family?"

  Zhuang Ze's already somewhat panicked face turned pale after Song Lingyu finished speaking.

  What she said is right, this kind of talk can only be spoken in private to show off one's authority, but if it were really known by the royal family, even if one didn't die, they would still lose several layers of skin!

  "You... you won't say anything, we're relatives, aren't we? If it comes down to the nine clans, you... you can't escape either!"

  "Is that so?" Song Lingyu retorted, it seemed that Zhuang Ze was really frightened out of his wits, and couldn't even speak clearly. All she heard him say next was: "That's your fault, the Ninth Clan is just a family of the Zhuang household. You're not unaware of Prime Minister Song's position in court, when the time comes, the Emperor will take into account that the Song family are founding merit subjects and will also sever ties with your Zhuang family, the crime won't be punishable by death. Who knows, I might even gain a reputation for being righteous and just, having committed a great act of filial piety."

  Zhuang Ze took a few steps back, fortunately, there was a little follower behind him to support him, otherwise he didn't know what kind of shape he would be in. He waved his hand and handed the paper strip on his hand to the person next to him: "Return the pigeon and the letter to her."

  The little follower nodded and handed over the pigeon and letter paper to Song Lingyu. Zhi Lan stepped forward and took it.

  Zhuang Ze's face was deathly pale, and he could only manage to squeeze out a few words from his throat: "Cousin, we're family, of course we have to help each other. Today's matter, consider it a favor from your cousin, don't mention it outside, okay?"

  This was already the effect that Song Lingyu wanted. Song Lingyu smiled and nodded: "Brother said it right, we are a family, should help each other, besides I never planned to say this thing out."