Song Yang's face remained shocked.

Even Song Chenfeng, who had hurried back after hearing that Song Zhi had returned home, opened his mouth so wide after hearing these words that it seemed as if an egg could be stuffed in it.

Song Yang's expression was complicated, "Are you serious?"

"Dad, do you think I'm joking?"

Her heart sank unconsciously, although Song Yang and Song Chenfeng's reactions were within her expectations.

But seeing them like this, she couldn't help but feel depressed.

Song Yang looked at the woman in front of him again as if he was meeting his daughter for the first time.

Her clear eyes were full of tenacity, and her body was straight as if nothing could repel her.

She was no longer the poor little girl who hid in his arms and cried because Sun Shi did not celebrate her birthday.

"Yeah."

Song Yang's eyes were red, "As expected of my daughter, Song Yang, you are so bold."

"father?"

Song Zhi couldn't believe it and thought he had heard it wrong.

After all, Song Yang is also a man, and it would be difficult for people to accept her unorthodox words at first glance.

Song Yang patted Song Zhi's shoulder and asked, "Why, did you think I would object?"

He waved his hand with a smile, "If you were the queen, I would be the father-in-law of the country. If you were the emperor, then I, your father, would be the emperor emeritus. Your father would still be able to tell which one is more domineering."

Song Zhi was amused by his remarks, "Then you yourself don't want to be the emperor."

Song Yang was as if facing a formidable enemy. "How can I have the time for that? Not to mention my age, just my mentality. Right now, I just want to be intimate with your Aunt Xie, so that I won't be accused of being a tyrant who indulges in beauty."

"What about brother?"

"Me? I just want to open a martial arts school and practice martial arts. Being an emperor is so boring."

"Him? He doesn't have the brains."

Song Chenfeng and Song Yang spoke at the same time.

Although Song Chenfeng didn't want to be emperor, he couldn't help but stamp his feet in grievance when he heard his father say that.

Song Yang simply ignored him and looked at Song Zhi.

"It's just that this road is too difficult to walk on, Zhier, are you ready?"

Song Zhi nodded, "Dad, believe me, I never fight alone."

Song Chenfeng looked at her with starry eyes, "Sister, if you become the emperor, can you help me to poach all those highly respected and powerful martial artists from other martial arts schools in the capital?"

Song Yang was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, "Look at how little you can do. Your sister is already the queen, can't you think bigger?"

Song Chenfeng humbly asked for advice, "For example?"

"It's not enough to just poach martial artists from the capital's martial arts school. You have to take care of the other seventy-two cities as well."

Song Zhi: “…”

Watching the two of them talking back and forth, Song Zhi considerately let them talk without joining in.

Being supported and understood by her family made her feel genuinely happy, and there was always a cheerful smile on her lips.

After Song Yang and Song Chenfeng had talked enough, they sat beside her, one on each side.

"Sister, does the Third Prince know what you are talking about?"

Although Mu Nanqi has become a commoner, they sometimes still forget to change their words.

"he knows."

"he agrees?"

"Ah."

"That's good. If he doesn't agree, we won't let him into our house."

Song Chenfeng spoke with conviction. Song Yang continued, "But those who support the Third Prince will definitely not agree to this. Daughter, have you ever thought that one day you might be forced to stand against him?"

"How will you deal with yourselves then?"

Song Zhi raised her eyes and thought, how could she not have thought about these things?

But she asked herself this question countless times in her heart, and each time she got the same answer.

She had to do this.

Even if one day I might stand opposite Mu Nanqi.

But she felt that she and Mu Nanqi would not go that far.

Because he himself did not have such a strong obsession with imperial power, otherwise he would not have given up the throne to someone else in his previous life in order to fulfill her wish.

He can handle everyone if he wants.

Mu Nanqi's ability has never been doubted.

Of course, she wouldn't be 100% confident about this.

"Things will work out in time. As long as he and I share the same goal, we can move forward together."

Song Yang knew that Song Zhi always had his own ideas, so he didn't say anything more.

Song Chenfeng was tactful enough not to bring up the subject again.

The family had not been together for a long time, and they kept Song Zhi company until she had finished dinner before letting her leave.

When leaving the Song Mansion, the lights were already on, and Song Zhi finally arrived at Yunshui Youyou.

Now, half of the 72 cities have opened branches of Yunshui Youyou, which brings in a lot of expenses and a lot of income.

But as those branches stabilized one by one, the income gradually exceeded the expenses.

She went straight to the backyard and asked Uncle Chen to lead the way to Liu Ruoyu. Uncle Chen said worriedly, "The master has been in a low mood since returning. He has no appetite and has lost a lot of weight."

Song Zhi knew that Liu Ruoyu must have been affected by the missing person portrait, and couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"Where's Cang Qiong? Hasn't he come to see her recently?"

With Cang Qiong's lively personality, he should be able to find a way to make her happy.

"Young Master Cang is even more miserable. During this period of time, the master has been shutting him out and no longer seeing him. Young Master Cang is extremely anxious, but he doesn't know what he has done wrong. He has lost more weight than the master."

Song Zhi didn't expect things to have come to this point. She followed Uncle Chen to the backyard and saw the man sitting in a trance under the corridor.

She was wearing a red dress, and she looked bright and generous. However, her usual teasing voice seemed to have been silenced today, and only a pair of sad eyes were staring at the sky.

There were twinkling stars hanging in the dark night sky. Uncle Chen sent her there and then retreated.

She sat down next to Liu Ruoyu, "Ruoyu, are you okay?"

Liu Ruoyu smiled palely, "Very good."

"The Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Li..."

"Don't mention him yet."

Liu Ruoyu suppressed the hatred that was about to solidify in her eyes, took a deep breath for a long time before saying, "You still have a lot of things to do right now. As I said, I will tell you my story after things here are over."

There was a pleading look in her eyes. "Before that, don't ask me any questions."

Song Zhi quickly said, "Okay, I won't ask you. I'll stay here tonight. Can we still sleep in the same bed like we did when we first opened this store?"

Liu Ruoyu nodded.

Song Zhi asked the kitchen to stew another bowl of bird's nest, but he tried everything to get her to drink it but failed.

After the two of them finished washing up and lay side by side on the bed, Song Zhi tried to find topics to talk about.

Liu Ruoyu was always in low spirits and looked like she had a lot on her mind.

Song Zhi couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he turned over and turned Liu Ruoyu over to face him.

"The Liu Ruoyu I know is not like this."

"Ok?"

Recalling their first encounter, Song Zhi said word by word, "The Liu Ruoyu I knew had a fierce and stubborn light in her eyes, like a lone wolf lurking in the darkness, ready to strike its prey deadly blow."

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