The Group Pet Sister Became the Petite Bag of the Powerful Minister - Chapter 770

   Chapter 770 Yun’s confrontation with Tantai Desert

  Siyu returned to the palace with a low air pressure.

   He specially accelerated his pace all the way, so he arrived before Song Zhao.

  Biqing and Bell were taking care of the flowers in the backyard, and they looked at each other in surprise when they saw the Prince Regent coming back alone.

  Siyu asked them calmly, “Recently, does the princess often go to the palace?”

   The two maids nodded subconsciously, not knowing the cause and effect.

  Siyu lowered his eyes.

   The hands that were caged in the wide sleeves, the blue veins burst out, and there was a faint sign of losing control.

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  Song Zhao went back to the mansion one step later, and Bell and Biqing hurried up to meet them, “The princess/princess, why did you come back separately from the regent?”

  Song Zhao’s heart suddenly thumped, “Has the Prince Regent returned to his residence?”

   That’s not right, she always counts the time, why is Siyu earlier today?

   Bell nodded, “It’s been a quarter of an hour since I came back, and I asked if you often go to the palace. Does the lord know that you went to the palace to pick him up?”

  Song Zhao, “…”

   I’ve suffered, Lord Quanchen probably knew that she didn’t look for him when she entered the palace.

   She supported her forehead, “Where is the lord?”

   Biqing said, “In the bedroom…Princess, the servants look at it, the prince seems to be angry, it looks quite scary, do you want to go again later?”

  Song Zhao pinched the corners of his eyes.

  Lord Quanchen is so cautious, there is no other way but to coax him.

   She sighed, took small steps to the bedroom, pushed open the door and walked in.

   The drapery in the room is low, blocking light from all sides, and the room is dark, leaching the coolness of winter.

  Siyu sat on the floor in a dejected manner, his spine pressed against the bed table, his eyes lowered, the shadows cast by his eyelashes were dark and thick, blurring the emotions in his eyes.

   The sound of the door shaft being pushed was clear, but he didn’t seem to hear it.

  Song Zhao said as he walked towards him, “Why don’t you burn the earth dragon?”

   She came to Siyu and bowed to grab his hand, but was enveloped by the cold air around him.

  Si Yu held Song Zhao’s hand in return, and pulled down hard, and directly dragged Song Zhao to the ground.

  Song Zhao took a cold breath.

  Siyu’s eyelids drooped down, and the curved corners of his eyes were sharp, facing Song Zhao’s eyes.

   “Where are you going?” He stared at her, his dark eyes dipped in blood red, making his complexion paler.

  Song Zhao looked at him, feeling a little guilty in his heart, pretending to be calm, “I’m sorry, I went to the palace recently for something else, I didn’t tell you.”

   “What’s the matter?” Si Yu looked calmer than Song Zhao, at least his tone sounded calm at the moment, “But what can my husband listen to?”

  “…”

  Song Zhao paused, his delicate brows furrowed, “It’s cold on the ground, can we get up and talk?”

  Siyu pressed the person hard, his hands were very strong, and Song Zhao’s wrists hurt, his handsome face was faintly morbid and stubborn, and his voice contained a bit of ferocity, “This will make you speak more soberly.”

   (end of this chapter)