Marry my elder sister? Fine! I'll give you the letter of annulment and marry someone else.

With anticipation in his heart, Song Zhi prayed silently in his heart that the cooperation would be smooth.

Whenever someone knocked on the door, Song Zhi would run out with a happy face to see if Liu Ruoyu had returned with her mission accomplished.

But every time she was disappointed, the person who came was either Qiu'er or Xiaocao.

Mu Nanqi was reading quietly on the side. "They said they were going to stay for two days and wouldn't be back so soon."

Song Zhi disagreed, "What if? Ruoyu has always been very efficient."

"No matter how efficient she is, she just left. It will take time for her to take over Madam Cang's body, let alone discuss business."

Mu Nanqi's cold voice was like pouring a basin of ice-cold snow water on her warm heart, instantly calming her down.

So when the knock on the door sounded again, Song Zhi's enthusiasm suddenly waned, and he said weakly: "Come in, the door is not locked."

"I'm not going in. The reason I came here is because I want to ask you something."

Suddenly, an old voice came from the door.

Song Zhi looked up suddenly and saw an old man standing outside the door with his hands behind his back.

The old man had an upright posture, snow-white hair, and deep, bright eyes. It seemed that he could see through everything in the world with just one glance. He was the old monster in the first alley.

Song Zhi had an impression of this old man because he was the only relatively polite one among all the old monsters. So Song Zhi had chatted with him for a few words and learned that everyone called him Mr. She.

Song Zhi quickly stood up and went to meet him. "What does Mr. She want to ask?"

"We've finished the wine you left in our alley. It had a rich, unique flavor that everyone remembers fondly, but when we go out to buy it, we can't find that flavor. I wanted to ask where you bought it."

Song Zhi didn't hide it. "I brewed that wine myself, but it's out now. If you want to drink it, I can start brewing it now, but it will take some time before you can drink it."

Mr. She didn't expect that such delicious wine would come from the hands of this young girl in front of him.

"No wonder we couldn't find it even after searching the entire capital."

Song Zhi said, "You can buy something else to drink first. I'll send the wine I brew to you when it's ready."

Song Zhi did not hint either explicitly or implicitly that he had worked hard and made great contributions, nor did he bargain for money, nor did he use this to negotiate terms with Qiao.

She agreed so naturally and smoothly, without saying a single unnecessary word.

Mr. She didn't expect Song Zhi to agree so readily. He stood there without using any of the words he had prepared.

Seeing that Mr. She hadn't left, Song Zhi asked again, "Is there anything else?"

Mr. She shook his head and said, "No more."

There was inquiry in his eyes, and he couldn't tell whether Song Zhi was playing dumb or playing the long game to catch a bigger fish.

After all, their strength is there, and it is hard not to covet them.

He was a little worried about Song Zhi's "unrequited" behavior.

They have lived for so many years and have seen all kinds of people.

Many forces tried every possible means to recruit them, but they all refused.

This girl wouldn't be trying to bribe them with these small favors, right?

Thinking of this, Mr. She, who had been stingy all his life, took out his wallet and handed it over, "We'll buy this wine."

Song Zhi looked at the bulging purse in front of him and immediately took it with his eyes shining, fearing that Mr. She would go back on his word, with an attitude of "give it to me".

“The boss is awesome.”

Song Zhi's attitude caught Mr. She off guard. He couldn't figure out what Song Zhi was trying to do.

He looked at the purse that had changed hands, and for the first time in decades, he had an indescribable thought.

In other words, can he still get the purse back?

Fortunately, his old face did not allow him to do such a shameful thing, so he had to leave in disappointment, looking back every few steps.

Song Zhi, who was holding the purse, was beaming with joy. She poured out the silver inside and counted it, and it was a full one hundred taels.

As expected, he was very rich, so she would definitely make more wine for them to drink as much as they wanted.

She didn't know about Mr. She's psychological activities. She originally thought that since they were "neighbors", she would make drinks for them as a favor to ensure that they could live in peace and harmony.

Anyway, the cost of making wine is really a drop in the bucket compared to her current expenses. It just takes a little more effort.

I never thought that these old monsters were so well-behaved and would pay first when they came to buy some wine.

Which boss wouldn’t love a customer like this?

She even wanted to clear the names of those old monsters with bad reputations. Who could be more gentlemanly than them?

Song Zhi happily took out some silver and asked Qiu'er to take people to purchase the things needed for brewing wine. After a while, Qiu'er and the others brought back what they needed.

Song Zhi rolled up his sleeves and began the process of brewing wine.

In fact, what she is best at is brewing peach blossom wine. Doctor Jiang is always thinking about this wine. She remembers to give it to Doctor Jiang in the spring of next year.

It seems that we have to take everyone out to pick peach blossoms next year, otherwise the flowers from the fragile little peach tree in Qingfeng Courtyard will not be enough.

Song Zhi was brewing wine while thinking in his mind.

I was busy until late at night before I finally finished the work.

Looking at the jars lined up in the yard, she wiped the sweat from her forehead with satisfaction.

Just as I was about to take a good bath and rest, a dark shadow suddenly fell from the sky.

"Miss, there's a reply from the East Palace."

The secret guard's respectful voice rang out in the night, and he presented the letter with both hands.

After Song Zhi took it, he took a step back and disappeared into the night in an instant.

Song Zhi returned to his room and opened the envelope, only to see words written on it: There is something unusual in the study, but the prince doesn't let anyone get close.

Song Zhi frowned, burned the letter and sat back on the bed.

Even the East Palace's spies dare not go to this place easily. Mu Yuanzhi must have set up a tight net there.

If we go there suddenly, not only might we not be able to find the wise king, but we might also expose the people on our side.

For now, she didn't think it was a wise choice to expose her hand to the East Palace.

He could neither expose himself nor find the wise king and kill him.

How should she break the deadlock?

Song Zhi lowered his head in thought, and felt more and more that the virtuous king could not be kept.

The tunnel in Gouer Lane was the retreat she left for all the women and herself, and she didn't want anyone else to know about it.

Even in Gouer Lane, not many people knew about the tunnel. After occupying the alley, Song Zhi had his confidants such as Qiuer hide it and organize it to ensure that it would not be easily discovered before allowing the rest of the people to enter in large numbers.

Once the matter of the tunnel is known to outsiders, the Dog Emperor will definitely take it over and control it in his own hands at all costs.

Just like no one wants someone to dig a hole at random to enter and exit their mansion, such a tunnel poses too many hidden dangers to the imperial city.

When the city gates that are designed to protect safety and maintain order become mere decorations, the people inside will panic.

At that time, all obstacles will no longer be obstacles.