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"Is that so?" Song Yichen laughed coldly, "A man who has loved for more than ten years, can you just forget it like that?"

"What do you mean?" Shen Kouqing's face was filled with anger, she stared at Song Yichen for a while and suddenly laughed: "You are the dignified grandson, don't you have confidence in yourself?"

For example, two years ago, Song Yuanhui quarreled with her, and in order to make Song Yuanhui lower his head to her, Shen Kouqing actually wanted to jump into the river.

Others might not know, but Shen Kouqing was very clear about this. Thinking back to the foolish things that she had done in the past, she really wanted to drown herself in the river.

Song Yichen suddenly grabbed her hand, gently pulled, and Shen Kouqing landed in his embrace.

"Song Yichen, what are you doing?" Shen Kouqing was so angry that she continued to beat him up.

His fist was like raindrops densely falling on Song Yichen's chest, but it was as if his fist was scratching an itch and was completely useless.

Seeing the deep obsession and rage in Song Yichen's eyes, Shen Kouqing seemed to have realized something and immediately struggled: "Song Yichen, you've said it before, you won't force me to do anything."

He laughed wantonly, and grabbed Shen Kouqing's dress in front of her chest as he sneered: "I won't force you, but this is your duty."

Song Yichen said coldly, picked up Shen Kouqing and threw him onto the bed.

Shen Kouqing uncontrollably bounced a few times on the bed. Before she could react, Song Yichen rushed over.

"Song Yichen, you …"

Before Shen Kouqing could finish speaking, Song Yichen had already covered his red lips.

He had too many questions in his heart, and his intuition told him that Shen Kouqing should be hiding something from him. However, Song Yichen was still not able to figure out what it was.

Even if Shen Kouqing did not like Song Yuanhui now, she was still an old lover, why was Shen Kouqing always against Song Yuanhui?

And there was the matter of the poison, as though Shen Kouqing had personally experienced it herself. She even knew what Song Yuanhui was planning to do next.

There were too many questions in his heart, and it just happened that Shen Kouqing didn't say anything.

Song Yichen felt that this husband of his was too useless.

The anger in her heart had all transformed into lust. Song Yichen grabbed Shen Kouqing and cut her hands off behind her back.

Shen Kouqing suddenly opened her mouth and fiercely bit on Song Yichen's lips.

She hated being forced.

Song Yichen's lips stung. Not only did he not let go of Shen Kouqing, his kiss became even more intense.

It was as if he was about to swallow Shen Kouqing down to his stomach.

Slowly, Song Yichen moved down and gently kissed Shen Kouqing's neck.

Shen Kouqing was shocked when she felt the numbing sensation, and she immediately pushed Song Yichen away.

"No!" Shocked, she hugged the quilt to her side and wrapped herself in it.

The neck was her most sensitive area.

Song Yichen, whose lust was reaching its peak, was almost pushed to the ground by Shen Kouqing. He retreated back a few steps and glared at Shen Kouqing.

This woman was too much!

The two of them stared at each other in the darkness for an entire incense stick of time.

Shen Kouqing knew that Song Yichen was truly angry this time, and she wanted to lower his head, but he didn't know how to speak of it. After all, if this matter were to be revealed, it would be too outrageous.

Shen Kouqing pondered for a long time, but before she could think of a way to apologize, Song Yichen suddenly opened the door and walked out.

His resolute back made Shen Kouqing's heart ache slightly, as if something had left with Song Yichen.

He didn't sleep for the entire night.

She should be tired after a day, but ever since Song Yichen left, she kept her eyes open until daybreak.

It was obviously a good thing, but why did it become like this?

Seeing that the sky was about to brighten, Shen Kouqing sighed and forced herself to close her eyes to take a nap.

When the sky lit up, Ting Zhu pushed open the door and walked in.

"Empress, it's time to wash up." Ting Zhu helped Shen Kouqing up from the bed.

A layer of light bluish-black color appeared in the depths of Shen Kouqing's eyes.

But, last night, when Song Yichen angrily came out of his room, a lot of people saw him. Ting Zhu was no exception, they knew that the two of them had quarreled, but did not dare say anything.

Previously, when Shen Kouqing and Song Yuanhui were at odds with each other, Ting Zhu would always try to advise them against it, but whenever Song Yichen met Song Yichen, he would not dare to talk about it.

"Right, esteemed Empress, the matter of poisoning the Emperor came to an end. Would you like to hear about it?"

In order to divert Shen Kouqing's attention, Ting Zhu remembered what happened this morning.

Shen Kouqing was shocked, this was all done by Song Yuanhui, if Song Yuanhui was caught, how big of a commotion would there be?

"Who did it?" she asked quickly.

"It's the head steward of the imperial kitchens. They took him there early this morning to plead guilty."

"Head steward of the imperial kitchens?!" Shen Kouqing was extremely shocked.

Ting Zhu nodded her head: "Yes, that's him, his brother was the previous head steward of the imperial kitchens, he was killed by the emperor when he did something wrong, that's why he always held a grudge and waited for the chance to get revenge, and spent a large sum of money to buy the poison."

Shen Kouqing sneered, feeling a little defeated.

The reason she used all her strength to stop this matter was to prevent the innocent from dying again. However, she had protected the empress, protected Song Yuanling, and in the end, didn't protect anyone else.

"Right, Empress, I heard that it was the Ninth Prince who sent them over. The Ninth Prince said that the food was served from the royal kitchen and that there was a high chance of poison, so he focused on investigating the royal kitchen and pulled out the head steward."

As Ting Zhu was speaking, the moment Shen Kouqing heard Song Yuanhui's name, a bone deep hatred surged within her heart.

The bandits shouted for the thieves to be caught. This move was really beautiful.

Unfortunately, the dust had settled, and the head steward of the imperial kitchens had already been killed. If Shen Kouqing were to speak up for him now, it would be like setting fire to his body.

If the head steward of the imperial kitchens was dead, then only death awaited him.

After washing up, Shen Kouqing realized that Song Yichen was not in her residence. After asking around, she found out that Song Yichen had entered the palace.

The empress had been frightened by the poison and felt a little uncomfortable these days. As the emperor's eldest grandson, he should accompany her at her side.

Thinking about it, Shen Kouqing felt that she owed Song Yichen a lot.

Because of this, her performance was truly inconceivable. No wonder Song Yichen was unhappy, maybe he was worried that she had cut off all ties with Song Yuanhui.

This was the imperial palace, and outsiders were watching every move of his.

Shen Kouqing decided to personally cook a few dishes for Song Yichen.

She changed into a more convenient outfit and went into the kitchen. The cooks were all shocked. How many of them could a dignified Royal granddaughter consort cook personally?