Daughter Of Rebellious Minister

After thinking for a while, Meng Zixian nodded. There was a flash of inspiration. She smiled at Song Qi with sincerity in her eyes.

"It's fine to cooperate, but I'm not ordered around by you for no reason. Is it possible for the lord to bring me out of the palace and take a look?"

"To tell you the truth, I am a person who values your life over money. If I can determine your value, I will naturally serve you even more wholeheartedly."

Can also get familiar with your family's topographic map as soon as possible, to facilitate future burglary...

Song Que's eyebrows twitched. He laughed: "What if you don't come back after leaving the palace?"

Impossible, Meng Zixian could guarantee this. She was reborn into the palace, and this was a perfect time to steal from the palace. How could she let this opportunity slip by?

Going to the Prime Minister's Estate was just to scout the terrain and find another place to amass wealth in the future.

"Don't worry Prime Minister, the antidote is in your hands, I'm still afraid of death."

She looked into Meng Zixian's eyes as if trying to find a flaw. She looked back at him without any hesitation.

"Alright."

He followed Song Que out of the palace and into a black carriage. The two of them arrived at the Prime Minister's Estate after a bumpy ride.

As soon as he got off the car, Meng Zixian raised her head and saw the red carved door and the majestic stone lion. One could tell at a glance that he was neither a rich nor a noble person.

Meng Zixian glanced at Song Que, who was standing to the side. This man was very secretive. Looking at his appearance, he did not have the slightest hint of vulgarity. He did not seem to be wealthy at all.

However, the officials of the court had arranged for details to be placed in the harem for the sake of power and authority.

The concubines in the imperial palace were the easiest to find out about the inner workings of the palace. This was about the purpose of Song Que and Jing Fei's private meeting.

Meng Zixian couldn't help but laugh when she remembered that when Jingfei stabbed her with the dagger, her face was still as delicate as before. Such a delicate action was a bit too weak.

"What are you thinking about?"

Song Que saw Meng Zixian standing at the door and did not go in, so he turned his head and asked.

Meng Zixian shook her head, "I'm just curious as to why you want to send Jingfei into your palace as a medium."

He didn't know what he said wrong, but Song Que's face instantly fell. The warmth was gone, and all that was left was a chill that made people shiver.

"I didn't send her in."

Song Que's tone was cold: "It seems you really aren't Meng Zixian. You don't even know this."

Meng Zixian frowned. This person's temper was really unpredictable. He said that he didn't send Jingfei in, so why were the two of them meeting in the palace?

Light flickered in Meng Zixian's eyes. She suddenly thought of something and a motherly look of pity and sorrow appeared on her face.

Did the emperor steal the woman?

Seeing her pitiful and pitiful expression, Song Que felt uncomfortable all over and his face darkened.

"If you don't go in, I'll get someone to take you in with a sword."

"F * ck off."

Meng Zixian quickly followed them and made a face at the back of Song Qi.

This person was truly harmless on the surface. His temper was really bad!

Before they even reached the hall, their faces simultaneously changed. The strong aroma of alcohol and the smell of makeup assaulted their nostrils, making them feel as though their breathing had become sticky.

The sound of a string of silk and bamboo accompanied by a singing voice entered his ears through the main hall door. From time to time, a woman's hearty laughter could be heard.

Meng Zixian looked through the window of the hall at the several figures in the room and could not help but click her tongue.

"Lord Prime Minister, it's midnight and you still have people in your mansion who buy drinks and enjoy life. It looks like your life is quite colorful."

Song Que's mouth twitched and he glared at her.

He waved for the servant beside him to come over and impatiently asked, "Is she still at my house?"

The servant bowed, his face full of awkwardness. "Reporting to the lord, we've already been inside the house for an entire day. She refused to leave even if you didn't come back …"

Song Que waved his sleeves and walked to the hall with big steps. He didn't care about Meng Zian who was standing next to him. He reached out his hand to open the door.

Meng Zixian loved to watch the show the most, so she couldn't miss this kind of thing. With a gloating smile, she followed him in quick steps.