Knowing the answer to what Ziwei wanted, Song Yizhi would naturally give it generously.
However, according to the news from Beixianyue and others, the city lord of Tangli City is planning to take action against them.
If you want to make Beixianyue and the others disappear silently, the best way is to send them to the Ecstasy Cave.
Combined with Ziwei's sudden attitude, Song Yizhi knew what was going on.
Song Yizhi briefly imagined it, then looked at Ziwei with an evil look, "I regard Miss Ziwei as my best friend, and this is how Miss Ziwei treats me?!"
Ziwei smiled, her gentle voice filled with comfort, "I was rash. To compensate Miss Song, I took Miss Song to a good place."
Song Yizhi frowned, but his expression was still cold.
"There are a lot of good wines in that place." Ziwei's gentle voice sounded a bit coaxing.
Song Yizhi hesitated for a while before responding.
Ziwei raised her hand and clapped her hands, and the waiters retreated.
After a while, several maids came in.
Looking at the red dresses and hairpins in the trays, Song Yizhi looked at Ziwei.
"Miss Song, get dressed up and I'll wait for you outside." After saying that, Ziwei got up and went out.
Several maids put down their things and followed Ziwei out.
Song Yizhi walked to the table and rubbed her red dress with her fingers.
Beixianyue and the others told themselves last night that the city lord of Tangli City would hold a big banquet for concubines today, and they thought that the city lord of Tangli City would take action against them at the banquet.
Now it seems that it is true.
Song Yizhi picked up the red dress and walked behind the screen to change.
After changing into a water-red floor-length dress, Song Yizhi chose a circle, then took a set of hair and makeup and went to the dressing table to dress up.
Ziwei knocked on the door and pushed it open. She saw Song Yizhi sitting in front of the dressing table, drawing her eyebrows.
The crimson long skirt with wide sleeves and floor-length skirt is very suitable for Song Yizhi. She is like the most intense color that catches the eye. At a glance, all you can see is her.
The gold-red hair and face paired with this long, water-red dress made her look luxurious, but such a dress was suppressed by Song Yizhi's arrogance and nobility.
After Song Yizhi traced the slender eyebrows, he picked up a box of rouge, and then used vermilion rouge to outline a flower pattern between his eyebrows.
Putting down the pen in his hand, Song Yizhi straightened his sleeves, then stood up and looked at Ziwei.
Ziwei's eyes burst with surprise.
Song Yizhi pulled one side of his cloak and put it on his body, then put a wide hood on his head, covering those gorgeous gold hairpins and pearls.
Ziwei knew that it was okay for Song Yizhi to be afraid of the cold, so she took her out of the Ecstasy Cave.
City Lord's Mansion.
The sedan chair stopped at the door of the City Lord's Mansion. Song Yizhi stepped out of the sedan chair, and part of his overly long skirt fell to the ground.
With a look from Ziwei, a maid came up to help Song Yizhi lift up the hem of her skirt that trailed to the floor.
Song Yizhi waved his hand to stop the maid, and his eyes fell on Ziwei, "What are you doing here?"
"The City Lord's Mansion is holding a banquet today. The post was sent to the Ecstasy Cave. I will bring you to have a wedding banquet." Ziwei walked up and took Song Yizhi's cold hand, and led her inside affectionately.
Song Yizhi didn't say anything and followed Ziwei in.
Ziwei and Song Yizhi arrived a little late. By the time they reached the hall, the banquet had already started.
At the main seat, a man who looked to be in his early thirties was sitting with a beautiful girl in his arms.
As soon as Song Yizhi appeared, the eyes of Du Yue, the lord of Tangli City, were attracted.
Even though Song Yizhi was tightly wrapped in a cloak and only one face was exposed, her face was the most beautiful in the world.
Mei Jiao'e, who was nestled in Du Yue's arms, saw that the man was fascinated, and her unkind eyes fell on Song Yizhi.
Song Yizhi followed Ziwei to the seat and sat down.
Seeing Song Yizhi sitting down wrapped in a cloak, Ziwei turned her head slightly and whispered, "Why don't you take off your cloak?"
"Cold." Song Yizhi said.
Ziwei stopped talking.
Opposite Song Yizhi's seat were Bei Xianyue and others.
It's just like they don't know each other.
Du Yue's eyes were directly fixed on Song Yizhi, "Miss Ziwei, who is this person you brought today?"
Ziwei glanced at Song Yizhi, then smiled and said to Du Yue, "This is Song, my sister."
Knowing that Du Yue must be eyeing Song Yizhi, Ziwei said with a smile, "I brought sister A Song here today because I plan to take her to visit my brother later."
No matter how beautiful she is, she can't compare to power. When Du Yue heard this, he immediately stopped thinking.
Ziwei raised her wine glass and raised it towards Du Yue.
Du Yue raised his glass in return, and then the sound of silk and bamboo sounded.
Song Yizhi lowered his eyelids slightly to hide the thoughts in his eyes.
I thought that Ziwei brought her here to dedicate herself to the lord of Tangli City, but now it seems that this is not the case.
Who could that be?
Who is this brother Ziwei talks about?
Is it someone more powerful than her or the master behind the Ecstasy?
Song Yizhi hopes to be the master behind the scenes.
After all, to capture the thief first capture the king.
After sitting for a while, Song Yizhi said something to Ziwei and got up to go out for some fresh air.
Song Yizhi leaned on the pillar under the eaves, looked at the gloomy sky, and then wrapped his cloak tightly around him.
The cold wind blew against his face, making Song Yizhi's mind clearer.
The city leader of Tangli City took action against Bei Xianyue and the others, and Ziwei also wanted to take action against herself. However, it seemed that Ziwei was not in a hurry to kill herself.
"Hey, isn't this our Miss Song?" Wei Ling's sinister voice sounded.
Song Yizhi looked away from his thoughts, and the two exchanged glances very quickly.
"Why did I hear the dog barking?" Song Yizhi said coldly.
Wei Ling's expression changed.
Song Yizhi sneered, then walked up in two steps and grabbed Wei Ling by the collar, "Wei Ling, how dare you, a fledgling new disciple, be so proud in front of me!"
Wei Ling's anger suddenly rose, and she pushed Song Yizhi away.
Song Yizhi was pushed back a few steps, then stumbled and fell to the ground.
Wei Ling suppressed the worries in his heart, bent over and mocked, "Trash."
Song Yizhi was so angry that he raised his hand and was about to slap Wei Ling.
Wei Ling pinched Song Yizhi's wrist, then threw her hand aside, "Miss Song, wake up, you are no longer the eldest lady now, you have been abandoned long ago!"
After saying that, Wei Ling laughed mockingly and walked away.
Song Yizhi was sitting on the ground, looking ugly, depressed and full of anger.
"It's freezing cold, girl, don't sit on the ground, be careful of catching a cold." A slightly concerned voice sounded above the head.
Song Yizhi raised his hand and wiped his face, then looked up.
A slightly thin man stood a few steps away, with appropriate worry on his delicate face.
"You don't have to worry about it." Song Yizhi's cold and sharp voice seemed to have a thorn in it.
After the words fell, Song Yizhi gritted his teeth and struggled to get up, then slowly leaned against the pillar.
The man looked at Song Yizhi who was trying hard to maintain his pride and dignity. He said nothing, just nodded to her slightly and left.
After the man left, Song Yizhi's eyes darkened.
The bare hands under the cloak were folded together, and Song Yizhi subconsciously rubbed the bracelet on his wrist.