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"Yuan Huigege." Su Wanqing happily called out to his, he lifted up his skirt and ran over, Song Yuanhui immediately went to welcome his.

Su Wanqing and Song Yuanhui were childhood friends, the two of them grew up together, and their relationship was extremely good.

At the same time, she was also the niece of Song Yuanhui's biological mother, the Rong Imperial consort, and was greatly doted upon.

Seeing her husband pulling on other women, Shen Koudan felt that she could not keep her face straight, let alone such an occasion, so she immediately coughed lightly and said: "So it's Su Xiaojie, it's nice to meet you."

Two were red and one was white, the rest were red and white, this kind of combination was truly eye-catching, everyone's gazes all turned towards, causing him to feel uncomfortable.

"Yuan Huigege, I haven't seen you in a long time. You just married my sister-in-law, don't you love me from now on?!" Su Wanqing pulled Song Yuanhui's hand, they were extremely intimate.

"Of course not." Of course not. Song Yuanhui chuckled, and then bent down and whispered a few words into Su Wanqing's ear.

Her face reddened immediately, as if she had been frightened. Her brown eyes rolled a few times, and a shy smile played at the corners of her mouth.

"Yuan Huigege, is this true?" She was as shy as a little girl who had seen a stranger.

Song Yuanhui nodded heavily.

Shen Kouqing was also one of them, but she couldn't really understand what made Su Wanqing so happy. It was only when she saw Su Wanqing unceremoniously sit next to Song Yuanhui that she knew everything.

"Oh, so that's how it is ?"

Shen Koudan was still confused, she only thought that the two of them had a good relationship, and did not think much about it.

But coming back to it, Song Yuanhui had just married Shen Koudan a day ago, and now he had other intentions.

"What are you looking at?"

Song Yichen looked over.

Shen Kouqing grinned: "There's going to be a good show later."

Song Yichen frowned, he wanted to ask what kind of show this was, but an old official suddenly walked in and shouted, "The emperor has arrived, the empress has arrived."

Everyone hurriedly stood up and saluted.

The emperor walked over and sat at the head of the hall. He swept everyone with his dignified gaze before finally taking a seat. The crowd followed suit and sat down as well.

Shen Kouqing inadvertently lifted her head and saw the Empress's eyes. She gave a faint smile which reminded Shen Kouqing of something.

In his previous life, Song Yuanhui had personally drunk poison for the empress and died in the middle of the palace, in order to fight for the throne.

The poison was made by Su Wanqing herself, and was fed to the empress to drink. During their conversation, Shen Kouqing heard about it by chance.

Shen Kouqing's back was covered in a layer of cold sweat. She sat down stiffly, but she couldn't get rid of the terrible thought of the Queen's death in her head no matter how hard she tried.

"What's wrong?" Song Yichen noticed her abnormality.

Shen Kouqing shook her head, but did not say anything. She picked up the wine cup in front of him and gulped it down, calming herself down.

"Today's feast is for the marriage of Yuan Hui, as well as for my grandson." The emperor's voice was still as old as ever, causing Shen Kouqing's heart to ache even after hearing it.

In her previous life, each and every one of them had died a miserable death. In this life, no matter what, she had to stop these tragedies from happening again.

Shen Kouqing was so distracted that sshe could not hear what the others were saying. Suddenly, he heard someone calling her name.

"What's wrong with the Royal granddaughter consort? Could there be something on your mind?"

Before the Emperor Queen could say anything, Su Wanqing suddenly spoke out.

Shen Kouqing immediately stood up and said respectfully: "Everyone is drunk unless drunk. I am thinking about who brewed the osmanthus wine, it's really delicious."

The Queen laughed, "Royal granddaughter consort has good taste, it really is the osmanthus flowers that I picked from last year with the emperor, adding other supplementary ingredients to make it. Today's feast, the osmanthus wine is sweet but not intoxicating, I can't help but like it even more when I think of it."

"Grandmother is too polite." Shen Kouqing bowed, but felt that it was strange.

The emperor was about sixty years old, and the empress was his successor. Even so, she was only thirty-five years old. Considering her age, it was really awkward to call the empress grandmother.

Song Yichen suddenly said: "Royal Grandmother might not know, but Kou Qing also likes to brew wine. If Royal Grandmother does not mind, you can teach Kou Qing a good lesson.

As he said that, he suddenly grabbed Shen Kouqing's hand and exerted a little more strength, causing a pair of peach blossom eyes to be filled with deep emotions.

Shen Kouqing subconsciously wanted to struggle, but suddenly heard the princess consort say, "Chen'er really dotes on Royal granddaughter consort."

"Of course." Song Yichen very impolitely accepted the praise.

The Crown Princess wanted to say something, but the Crown Prince glared at her and stopped her.

Shen Kouqing sat down, but in the instant she sat down, her eyes met Song Yuanhui's.

Raising his head and swallowing a mouthful of spicy wine, the look in Song Yuanhui's eyes no longer had any trace of how it used to be.

It was as if the two of them were irreconcilable enemies.

Shen Kouqing acted as if he did not see anything. As the mistress of the family, she didn't know how many people were staring at him.

Moreover, everyone knew that Shen Kouqing liked him in the past. Since she was already married, they had to leave him be.

Thinking to this, Shen Kouqing picked up a cup of wine and said to Song Yuanhui: "The Ninth Prince has married my second sister, in the future, you must treat her well.

Song Yuanhui shook his wine cup and without saying a word, he drank it all.

Even now, he still could not understand why Shen Kouqing would suddenly change her personality. Of course, he would not have the chance to know.

"Since the Emperor's eldest grandson is already married, when will he give birth to an Emperor's great-grandson?"

The one who spoke was Rong Imperial consort.

While she was speaking, she quietly gave Song Yuanhui a look.

Song Yichen poured a cup of wine for himself and said lazily: "It's not that Imperial Concubine doesn't know about this grandson's health, it's never been well before, how can we talk about the matter of the son."

These words were said as if the Rong Imperial consort was deliberately exposing his weakness.

As expected, the emperor's expression turned slightly ugly.

The Rong Imperial consort also naturally noticed, and hurriedly tried to smooth things over: "Where did this grandson of the emperor say those words? I am only a little concerned about them."

As they were talking, the dishes were served.

"This is our favorite dish, the Embroidery Swallow Nest Glass Soup. Everyone should try it."

What brocade bird nest glass soup?!

With a "pa" sound, the chopsticks in Shen Kouqing's hand fell, and her face became ashen.

She recalled that it was this banquet that had caused the empress's tragic death.

Song Yuanhui poisoned the emperor and by mistake, the Queen accidentally ate this dish and died on the spot.

She had originally thought that once she married Song Yichen and changed history, these tragedies wouldn't happen again. She hadn't thought that everything would be the same, exactly as it was.

"Your Majesty, please wait!" Shen Kouqing suddenly bellowed, she did not care about etiquette anymore, and rushed forward.