Liu Yue concealed the ambition in his eyes and asked Liu Zhi in a gentle yet authoritative manner, "What exactly is going on between you and Song Shi now? You even received a decree from the Emperor himself."
Liu Yue didn't care at all why Song Shi and Liu Zhi divorced. What he cared about was how a woman had gotten involved with the Emperor. If Liu Zhi were to acknowledge her as his wife later, the Emperor's impression of Liu Zhi would be negatively affected, which wouldn't do.
Liu Zhi hesitated for a moment, lowered his eyebrows, and said, "The Song family is ill. It must have been because Grand Tutor Song found out and felt sorry for the Song family that he specially asked His Majesty for an imperial decree."
Liu Yue frowned.
The old man Song Anhuai used to teach the Emperor, and there was a teacher-student relationship between them. Even this marriage was arranged for the sake of Song. Now that they are divorcing, it is probably because he loves Song. This makes sense.
After thinking it over, Liu Yue's furrowed brows relaxed.
"Is Mrs. Song really that ill?"
Upon seeing Liu Yue's question, Liu Zhi paused for a moment, concealing the complex emotions in his eyes, and nodded with difficulty, "The physician has examined him, and his lifespan is uncertain."
Liu Yue listened without noticing his son's complicated expression and said, "Well, since that's the case, Song Anhuai's request for the imperial decree this time must have exhausted the last bit of the emperor's favor. The emperor may even have grown to dislike the Song family. You and the Song family should not be too indifferent, nor too enthusiastic."
"Send some medicinal herbs to the Song residence on ordinary days."
"Yes, Father."
...
The next morning.
"Miss, are you up?" In the clean, tidy, and well-organized courtyard, Biyao, with her hair in a bun, came to the door with the brewed herbal medicine and asked in a slightly nervous voice.
"Come in."
A soft, gentle female voice came from inside the house. The maid's ears turned red, feeling as if the voice was a spring breeze caressing her ears, extremely gentle.
The young lady of the manor had only been back for a few days when Biyao watched as she lay on the bed, extremely fragile, becoming more and more fragile, and also more and more beautiful. Her stunningly beautiful appearance made the servants in the manor increasingly gentle and respectful towards their mistress.
Nowadays, which servant doesn't envy them for being the maids who serve the young lady in Huilan Residence?
After thinking it over, Biyao straightened her chest and walked in with pride.
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