The steward's eyes flashed slightly and he hesitated without making a sound.
Why this reaction?
Song Shuwan felt strange and was about to ask when she heard Pei Huan say: "An Yi, go and investigate."
The steward's expression changed and he hurriedly explained the situation.
"They said they came here to seek medical treatment for the imperial concubine."
Looking for her to heal?
Song Shuwan's eyes darkened, and she suddenly remembered the dispute in the palace. Could it be that the palace had spread the news?
But that's not right. Even if the news spreads to the palace, it shouldn't be the people who come to seek her treatment.
Is this someone else tampering behind the scenes?
"Someone did something behind my back."
Pei Huan expressed his concerns for Song Shuwan,
Song Shuwan raised her eyes and saw him looking towards the Qingzhu Courtyard. She suddenly understood that there was restlessness over there again.
I couldn't find trouble yesterday, but I did something like that today, which is really bad.
"I'll go to the front yard and have a look."
"Need not."
Pei Huan's cold voice was filled with indifference. At his signal, An Yi pushed the wheelchair a few steps forward.
"This is the Marquis's residence. He should handle it. Please step back."
The steward froze on the spot, a look of embarrassment flashed on his face.
"Your Majesty, what people outside are shouting is..."
"Um?"
Pei Huan's tone rose slightly at the end of his words, which made the steward dare not say any more.
An glanced at him: "Get out!"
The steward became so excited that he turned around and ran away without even caring about etiquette.
After his figure disappeared, Song Shuwan frowned slightly and asked slightly worriedly: "The prince is like this, I'm afraid the Marquis will not give up."
"Don't worry about it. There's no need to wait for noon. Let's go to Wen Mansion now."
The second half of Pei Huan's instructions was directed at An Yi.
After a while, several people got on the carriage heading to Wen Mansion at the back door.
Vaguely, Song Shuwan could still hear the noise coming from the front, and her smiling eyes fell on Pei Huan.
"If we leave like this, I'm afraid we will be in trouble again when we come back."
Pei Huan said lightly, his eyes that already had some brilliance fell accurately on Song Shuwan: "Whoever causes trouble should be dealt with, as it should be."
Half an hour later, the carriage stopped in front of the Wen Mansion.
An Yi stepped forward and said a few words to the concierge, and the front door of Wen Mansion suddenly opened, allowing the wheelchair to pass through.
Song Shuwan saw this and was slightly shocked.
It seems that Pei Huan was only treated coldly in the Hou Mansion. In the eyes of outsiders, he will always be the powerful and admirable God of War of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
The boy who led the way walked through the corridor and brought several people to the pavilion beside the lotus pond.
Song Shuwan saw the man in white clothes among them from a distance. His hair was tied up with only a jade hairpin. The wind blew and the tail of his hair fluttered slightly.
"It's strange that you came so early today. Could it be that you were wronged in the mansion again?"
The gentle voice came, and Pei Huan seemed to have heard a big joke, with a bit of contempt in his tone: "How many people dare to call me wronged this week? Wen Yixiu, your ability to talk nonsense has increased again."
Wen Yixiu turned around, and an indistinguishable androgynous face suddenly appeared in Song Shuwan's eyes, making her eyes flash with surprise.
Everyone in the capital said that the young master of the Wen family was so good-looking that he was not even as good-looking as any other woman. Now that he has seen it, he is truly well-deserved.
Their eyes met in the air, and with a "pop" sound, Wen Yixiu unfolded the folding fan he took out from somewhere and shook it twice.
"I believe this is the newly married eldest concubine of the Hou Mansion. Please be polite to me, Wen Yixiu."
Song Shuwan said lightly: "Young Master Wen is polite."
At this time, the creaking sound of wooden wheels rolling across the ground was heard.
The two of them turned their heads at the same time and saw Pei Huan being pushed into the pavilion and picking up a tea cup from the stone table.
He is very familiar and his posture is very natural.
Song Shuwan frowned slightly. If she hadn't been sure that Pei Huan's eyes needed treatment, she would have thought that Pei Huan was a normal person.
At this time, Wen Yixiu misunderstood.
He walked around to the opposite side of Pei Huan and waved his folding fan twice in front of Pei Huan's eyes: "Have your eyes recovered?"
Pei Huan turned his head, turned his ear to Wen Yixiu, and said indifferently: "No, put away your fan."
Wen Yixiu showed regret on his face, and then put away his fan in cooperation: "Looking at your behavior just now, I thought you had recovered, but I was overthinking it. Come here and bring some snacks."
Soon, the maid brought several plates of snacks.
Wen Yixiu dismissed the people around him and slowly talked about interesting events in the capital recently.
Song Shuwan listened for a moment and felt a little bored.
At this time, Pei Huan put down the tea cup and rolled up one sleeve slowly: "No need to talk nonsense, how is the matter I asked you to inquire about a few days ago?"
The gentle smile on Wen Yixiu's face became shallower, but quickly recovered.
"On the third day of the return of the army, three people in the capital released their doves, namely Song Lin, the Minister of Household Affairs, Qian Cong, the Minister of Works, and... King Yong."
As the last two words fell, Song Shuwan's forehead jumped slightly, and she realized that she shouldn't sit here and listen.
"Your Majesty, the flowers over there are blooming very well. I want to take a look."
Pei Huan nodded: "Well, go ahead."
Song Shuwan said sorry, nodded to Wen Yixiu as a greeting, and left quickly, but she had doubts in her heart.
The army was returning, why did the three men send pigeons to deliver the message?
Is it possible that there was an inside story behind Pei Huan's injury?
But everyone knew that something happened to their Great Zhou God of War on the battlefield.
On the other side, the smile on Wen Yixiu's face faded and he questioned: "Is that woman trustworthy?"
Pei Huan nodded: "She can heal my eyes and legs."
As soon as these words came out, Wen Yixiu couldn't control the expression on his face: "Are you sure? She can really be cured?"
Pei Huan was speechless.
Seeing this, Wen Yixiu raised his head and looked at An Yi, and got an affirmative answer.
"The prince's eyes can already see light, and his legs can also feel pain."
"It turns out that the rumors in the capital that her medical skills are very powerful are true."
Pei Huan's eyebrows moved slightly: "What do you mean?"
Wen Yixiu covered his mouth with a folding fan and said with a smile: "Yesterday afternoon, a news suddenly spread, saying that the newly married concubine of the Hou Mansion was so skilled in medicine that even the imperial doctor's order could not cure the Queen Mother's head syndrome.
She was cured."
Pei Huan frowned, and an unknown anger suddenly swept over his heart.
"Nonsense!"
Song Shuwan estimated that the conversation here was almost over, so she walked back. She happened to hear such a sentence and couldn't help but ask: "What nonsense?"
Wen Yixiu took the initiative to repeat what he had said just now, and added: "The news also said that the Crown Princess intends to challenge the serious disease and invites all those who have been bedridden for a long time to go to the Hou Mansion to seek treatment from the Crown Princess without any charge."
Song Shuwan's complexion changed slightly. Thinking about what the steward said before coming to Wen Mansion, she couldn't help but take a breath to suppress the anger in her heart.
The two people at Qingzhuyuan really gave her an extremely difficult problem.
At this moment, the steward of the Wen Mansion came and said, "My lord, there are guests attending the banquet."
